Xi Murong youth poetry recital

The underground is wet, the flowers and plants are fresh, shrouded in misty morning smoke, and the ropes of the swing are hung down heavily by the tide. Suddenly, the branches turned green, and the peach blossoms inside and outside the wall scattered after some rain-I remembered the sentence "Peach blossoms are all on earth", and the breeze was independent, so I felt carefree! In the middle of the night, I heard the complicated rain. It's an early cloudy day. I feel a little bored. When I looked out of the window, the white lotus had withered and floated on the water like a boat. There is only a small lotus flower and a few pale yellow flowers left on the stem. Red-violet, which was awkward last night, stood full and graceful among the green leaves this morning. In silence, in the twilight, they deeply praised each other. Those who used to drift alone in a boat under a rock in the gloomy and slightly rainy morning will sigh the silent and gloomy beauty of the universe. The rocks and the sea are shrouded in turbid fog cages, and the waves are still slowly advancing and retreating. Wash the rocks. -piano music at night at sea (5) History of Water Lily Rain by Sigmund Groven Joe Hisaishi carefully selected three pieces according to the style of the works, and the effect can be tried. Whether people will have emotional reactions when listening to poems. The emotional response is related to the following factors: first, the sound quality of the reader (related to the reader); The second is the sense of rhythm (the poet's responsibility is to provide the beat sign, and the reciter should show the potential rhythm); Thirdly, poetic imagery (which is related to the quality of poetry and the cultivation of the audience); Fourth, the personal situation of the reciter (being famous and beautiful helps to improve the openness of readers). The difference between listening to poetry and listening to songs is only the order of these factors. The order of importance of listening to songs is: (2), (4), (1), and (3), just like sitting alone in a cold theater after the curtain falls and recalling the wonderful chapters that once flowed on the stage, just like standing in autumn leaves and listening to the crisp rhythm of spring life, just like trudging back to an oasis full of hope in a silent desert. Through the journey of life, I sang Xi Murong's youth over and over again, and chewed the sweet sadness over and over again. When the smoke of youth clears, the stove of life is still warm and hot.