The voiceover of girls and children came from the distance, which was really pure and ethereal. "It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " From far to near, and then from less to more, the stage presents a scene in which children read aloud in unison.
The first volume of Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Voiceover:
Turning the page of China's history, every festival is saturated with the splendid civilization of oriental culture, and every festival shines with magical national cohesion.
In this season of revival of all things, Qingming comes to us with melodious spring outing and euphemistic yearning, telling the profound cultural origin of the Chinese nation and the essence of human nature!
Carry one
Broken Array (News Agency when Swallows Come) (Song) Yan Shu
Swallow came to the news agency, after the Qingming Festival in pear flower falls. At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves, and the days are long and the flocs are light. Laughing at the female companion in the eastern suburbs, Sang Daoying. The suspect had a good dream last night. It turns out that the grass fight won today, and there was laughter on both sides.
Cold food Tang Han yi
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
Tang Zhangji is Lu's subordinate.
The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are vast; Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.
"The Qingming Festival in Su Causeway" Wu Weixin in the Southern Song Dynasty
Pears bloom in the light, and wanderers go out of the city in spring. At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.
Zhu's Spring Day in the Southern Song Dynasty
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
Review class ii
Scene series: Seeing the scene song and dance performance of teachers and students from the music of "Spring Dawn"
Yi Tang Jiangnan Bai Juyi
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. At sunrise, the river is redder than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue, so we can't forget Jiangnan.
Village House is lofty and lofty.
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
Du fu in Tang dynasty
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Mud swallows, sand warms mandarin ducks to sleep.
"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Recite three
Series of scenes: After the recitation, a group of pure and beautiful girls took the stage in the music of spring. They are immersed in the joy of spring and recite slowly with the feeling of music. . . . (A male teacher and ten female students)
Zhu Ziqing's Spring
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun is blushing.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. When you close your eyes, the flowers are sweet, and the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered among flowers, like eyes, like stars, still flashing.
"Blowing your face doesn't make you cold", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off her crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their thatched cottage is sparse and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In urban and rural areas, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if in a hurry. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring"; At the beginning, there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward.
Knock down pedestrians on the road
Voiceover:
The clear rain turned the eternal Tang poetry and Song poetry into vivid life ink.
The Qingming wind turns the spring warmth and autumn coolness of life into the passion of the years!
The apricot blossom and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River reminds us of those warm-blooded men who joined the army and fought in the frontier fortress; Let us cherish the memory of those brave soldiers who are searching up and down;
The autumn wind in Huma pervades the north. Let us remember those heroes and talents who are loyal to the country, and let us respect those national elites who sacrificed their lives for righteousness.