The first recitation in the form of dialogue
Woman: With snowflakes flying all over the sky, listen carefully, and a sunny and bright day is coming to us.
Looking east during the fast-rotating tour, a rainy day is coming to us.
Woman: You are the first toe exposed in spring, smooth and holy.
Man: You are the first bell ringing on a children's sleigh, loud and clear.
Woman: You came lightly, with cheerful laughter and crisp singing.
Man: You came here with yesterday's vision and today's glory.
Woman: Let's stand on the snow-white starting line, face the rising sun in Ran Ran and say: Hello, the New Year is here!
M: Let's release the pigeons in our hearts and say sincerely: Happy New Year to the incomparably blue sky!
W: When the music of the New Year slowly flows, a warm flower quietly blooms for you in the candlelight at night.
M: When the festive fireworks light up the sky, there is an emotional song that sings gently for you in the early morning breeze.
Woman:? Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year. ? In the new year, we regret the past years and the relentless wind and frost. There is always some nostalgia, such as the slow sound of the piano.
Man:? When you get old, you will meet a new year, and spring will be better and more beautiful. ? In the new year, we imagine a bright future, opportunities beckon to us, and ideal sails anchor and sail.
Woman: Standing at the threshold of the years, listening to the New Year's bell, every impact is like a bronze instrument, playing in the wind, swaying the vicissitudes of history.
Man: Standing at the threshold of the years, listening to the New Year's bell, every impact is a rumbling drum, and a country with dragons as its totem dances in the east of the world.
W: Thank you for giving us joy in the past days and making ordinary life shine like dew rolling on the grass tip.
Thank you for the pain you have caused us in the past. Let us know how dull and precious we are in suffering, and learn to be fearless and strong in tears.
W: Spring is quietly following the footsteps of the New Year. We will sow tomorrow in the spring breeze and harvest hope in the autumn sunshine.
M: I hope New Year's resolutions will surge silently. We hope that the people will live and work in peace and contentment, and the motherland will be more prosperous and strong.
Woman: The sunshine of the New Year will spread all over the earth, warming the whole world, and there will be no more hunger and cold.
M: New Year's smile moistens the heart and touches the whole country. There will be no more fraud and falsehood!
Woman: As long as there is a new year, there will be expectations from generation to generation;
M: As long as there is a new year, there will be endless growth.
Woman: We start to catch up with life from every minute of the New Year, making colorful and magnificent. Smarter, smarter.
M: We should learn to love in the first light of the new year, love our career, love our relatives and friends, and love that we were born and raised in our hometown.
W: To welcome the new year, we condense all our emotions into the best greeting: Hello, New Year.
Towards the new year, we simplify all our expectations into one most affectionate blessing: Happy New Year!
Recitation in dialogue form II
M: I have been facing Jiangnan for a long time. Today, I finally had the honor to appreciate the beautiful and elegant scenery of Jiangnan, read the prosperous history of Jiangnan and listen to the ancient love stories of Jiangnan. Although it was only a few days, I was deeply immersed in its quiet and gentle embrace.
Woman: Walking into the south of the Yangtze River, it's romantic everywhere. I always feel that falling rain is a thousand-year-old acacia. The delicate willows quietly combed the old days in the south of the Yangtze River, and the lotus flowers with delicate fragrance and clear fragrance touched the past 500 times like ten thousand lotus lights. The beautiful image of the oil-paper umbrella is actually a worrying and intimate beauty in the old scene? Melodious piano music came from the pavilions on the balcony, but the old man was playing back the lingering past? I clearly realize that the guzheng music thousands of years ago is still full of acacia and bitterness.
Man: The rippling spring water of a river, the romantic scenery of the Twenty-four Bridges, the clouds in the ancient town and the bells of Hanshan Temple are all full of tenderness, which makes people feel that they are in a painting, in heaven and in the melody of love. Could it be that Jiangnan was born for the love of talented people and beautiful women? Otherwise, why does this intoxicating picture always evoke tenderness and whimsy in my heart?
Woman: Walking in the ancient town of QiaoLong Ting, the elegant and gentle breath comes to my face, and the deep bluestone alleys extend to ancient times. In the rainy season when plums are yellow, the girl full of sadness in the deep rain lane is still singing the reincarnation of past lives in a low voice. Whose tears drop with the fine rain? Whose heart has been hurt by plucking the strings and playing the lute? Thick or light sadness and rain filled the long spring water.
Man: The misty rain of a river is full of sadness. Walking into the ancient Shenshi Garden, eight hundred years ago, the autumn was still chilly. In the depths of the garden, it seems that the beautiful pen on the mottled wall is still waving. Is that Tang Wan's swan song of learning ink with tears? Or did Lu You regret the sob of heartbroken liver? It seems that the wind and rain are singing and sighing: red crisp hands, yellow wine and spring willows all over the city. Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no! ? .
Woman: Whose tears are flying? Fly down the bank of Cao 'e River, turn into a pair of butterflies flying in the sky, draw a rainbow of love behind them, leaving loyalty visible every day. Strolling through the 18-mile ancient road and Liuting, it seems that there are still beautiful images of clothes getting wider and wider. The long river reflects the ancient trees and flexible wicker, just as their lingering love is entangled in the wind, and a melody of love echoes between the flowers and the Shan Ye. Green grass, green flowers in full bloom, butterflies lingering for a long time, eternal affection. Sambo has always loved Zhu Yingtai? .
Man: whose heart is waiting for the Millennium meeting, only tears fly from the broken bridge, and love and hate turn into the West Lake water. When I was a child, I heard old people tell stories about people falling in love with snakes and flooding Jinshan. Now, boating on the West Lake, we can see the three pools reflecting the moon, but the Leifeng Tower moves me the most. Standing under the tower and looking up at the top of the tower, it seems that I have been looking forward to it for more than a thousand years and understood the feeling of past lives. The water in the West Lake is my tears. I'd rather be a flame with you? A beautiful love song has hurt many people's hearts.
Woman: A sad love is an eternal singing, so vigorous and so sad. Even bamboos all over the mountain, thousands of hectares of lotus flowers and thousands of lilacs are worried about their own growth. It is the spiritual landscape in the south of the Yangtze River that gave birth to countless elegant poets and peerless beauty Su Xiaoxiao. On the one hand, the soil and water give them the gentleness of water and the integrity of mountains. Xiqiao Bridge, which has stood for thousands of years, is still showing to the world? Jade was buried here in Hushan, and flowers and moons can cast gold? .
Male: The West Lake Gallery in Hangzhou, the floating population in Wuzhen, the four gardens in Suzhou, and the Wunong soft-spoken pingtan, which is popular in the south of the Yangtze River, are like a thousand-year-old wine with endless aftertaste, which exudes the unique customs and feelings of the south of the Yangtze River in the long river of history, and more like a huge ink painting scroll that runs through ancient and modern times, depicting the simple beauty of the south of the Yangtze River between heaven and earth.
Female: Elegant and beautiful gardens, rusty inscriptions, well-known ancient poems and tear-jerking love legends contain profound thoughts and persistent feelings of Jiangnan people, express the romantic feelings of talented women and elegant people, and are more like an affectionate bamboo thread, which lasts forever and touches future generations.
Man: Walking respectfully in the south of the Yangtze River, I let the distant ancient music touch the heartstrings and let the tears of the Millennium wet my clothes. My thoughts are immersed in the artistic conception of this mountain with feelings, water flowing, poetry and painting. From the depths of Liu Yin, it seems that Bai Juyi's elegy came. Small water trickles like tears, and the bridge is melancholy. The withered poplar leaves are all empty and still blown by the frost wind. . I can't help but sigh that the poet's feelings are as soft as water, and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is as thin as sorrow.
Woman: Jiangnan, your gentle village is full of melancholy and sadness. This lonely and shallow Jiangnan, approaching you, has a lot of love, leaving you, has a lot of sadness. How can this affectionate Jiangnan not be led by people, and how can it not be lingering?
Recitation in three forms of dialogue
W: If there is an afterlife, I want to be me in this life. Do you still want to be you in this life?
M: I can't figure out whether every encounter in fate is due to the agreement of previous lives or whether we have never been apart.
Woman: Across the layers of mountains and rivers, we look in the wind, run in the rain and call each other in the dark.
Man: In this way, after waiting for day after day, the other person's voice and smile gradually became clear, until one day we suddenly met, you will definitely ask: Did we have an appointment in another life?
W: If we can reach an agreement in our last life, can we meet again in this life?
M: What would you do if there was an afterlife? Is it a tree? A grass? Or a flower?
Woman: If you are a tree, I am a climbing vine.
Man: If you were a flower, I would be a bee singing around you.
If you are a grass, I must be a dewdrop before dawn.
M: If there is an afterlife, I'd like to be a clear spring, and you are a clear purple sand.
Woman: I miss you in the process of being repeatedly carved and kneaded. I called to you in the burning stove.
Man: I come from the tip of the iceberg. I went across Qian Shan to find you. I never stop in deep valleys and busy streets. I know you will wait for me in the moonlight when you are in good shape.
Woman: When I put my cleanest body into your arms, I know that it was the most difficult encounter in our lives and the happiest reunion in our lives.
M: If there is an afterlife, I will wait for you where we have walked thousands of times. Or we can pretend to meet by chance and never meet. At that time, I was delighted to see the familiar memories of my previous life in your surprised eyes.
Woman: I have engraved your face in my heart. I will follow your taste and wait for you everywhere we go hand in hand.
Man: When you meet someone who suddenly calls your name, you must ask, is that me in my previous life or the person you are destined to wait for in this life?
Woman: If we are separated, if we have never met, please be kind to everyone who passes by you. They may be the embodiment of my previous life. Please slow down and love every life around you.
Man: I decided not to drink that bowl of Meng Po soup again when I crossed Naiheqiao. I'm afraid I'll forget your face and our agreement in my life.