Innovation of poetry recitation theory

Woman: Motherland, my dear motherland, you have created an immortal legend of the glorious history of the Chinese nation for 5,000 years. M: Motherland, my dear motherland, you have told one touching experience after another with an endless nation. Woman: Motherland, I am proud of you. You have created a brand-new image for the world with your bright smile and solid steps. M: Motherland, I am proud of you. You used superhuman courage. The soaring ambition has played the most magnificent movement for the times: motherland, my dear motherland daughter: I am no longer humiliated, I am your blushing dawn, I will write your brilliant man with my wisdom and talent: I am no longer poor, I am your new hope, and I will defend your glory with my life and blood: Let's sing, my dear motherland, and let the loud songs resound through the first chapter of today's auditorium (Yellow River boatman's) Have you ever crossed the Yellow River? Do you still remember the scene where the boatman fought against the stormy waves to save his life? If you have forgotten, then listen! Chapter II Ode to the Yellow River (Recitation) Ah, my friend! The Yellow River appeared in Yuan Ye of Asia with its heroism. It symbolizes the spirit of our nation: great and lofty! Here, we are praising the Yellow River! Chapter 3 "How the water of the Yellow River moves the sky" (Music Poetry Recitation) The Yellow River, we should follow your example and be as great and strong as you. Here, we want to present a long poem in front of you, crying about the disaster of our nation! The fourth chapter "Yellow Water Ballad" (Recitation) We are children of the Yellow River! We work hard and get closer to victory every day. However, as long as the enemy is not destroyed, we will not be able to settle down for a day! Don't believe you, the pain of Hedong people * * *-Chapter 5 "Riverside Tune" (recitation) is separated, separated! But are we going to run away forever? Listen to it! This is a duet between two fellow villagers on the edge of the Yellow River: Chapter VI "Yellow River Complaints" (recitation) Yes, my friend! We are going home! My hometown is ridiculous! Who has no wife and children, who wants to be ravaged by the enemy? Conscious China people, listen to a woman's elegy —— Chapter VII "Defending the Yellow River" (Recitation) But, the sons and daughters of the Chinese nation, who wants to be slaughtered like pigs and sheep? We must be determined to win and defend the Yellow River! Defend North China! Defend all China! Chapter 8 Roar, the Yellow River (Recitation) Listen, the Pearl River is roaring! The Yangtze River is roaring! Ah, the Yellow River! Set off your raging waves, send out your barking, and send your warning signal to the oppressed people all over China and the oppressed people all over the world! Ideal (reciting poems) I heard your story from my mother when I was very young. How heroic and tragic it was, like a nursery rhyme, which echoed in my dream every night. When confusion is like a stone on my chest and the boat of life is lost in the vast ocean, I silently cast a passionate search in that direction. I see thousands of hearts in Qian Qian looking for brilliant golden light in the clouds! Wave after wave of soul-stirring flesh-and-blood fighting, sorrow or strength screams, but in the battlefield that has not stopped for 5 thousand years, a movement without a theme has been played. So, on the road of confused faith, I wandered again and again, pondering again and again why dark clouds would cover the light ring of the sun. Why, fallacies often silence the truth, just as there is darkness when there is light, and there is falsehood and ugliness when there is truth, goodness and beauty. All great things are born evil and always want to drown it. However, smog is a river that can't cover the sun, and it will eventually run to the ocean. When I break through the new storm in new difficulties, my fragile soul becomes braver and stronger. I am no longer addicted to that ignorant fantasy, and I am no longer intoxicated with that confused scene. I clearly realize that under my feet, it is the land full of blood. When I can only travel far, there is lightning, wind and frost. First of all, I can't forget this glory, and I can't confuse all brilliant rises, all magnificent creations, all great births and all decadent deaths. How can high arms not support lofty beliefs? My youth is green because of you, and my life will not die because of you. Don't say, you are an illusion. Only you can make my life more colorful. Needless to say, you are just a distant sustenance. Only you can correct my direction-Far Square.