The song of the reciter (1)
I want to know.
Why does the morning wind wake up the earth?
Dew will open your eyes.
Who can tell me?
Why is there clear yarn floating in the moonlight?
The night sky will ignite the stars all over the sky
I want to know.
Why are white clouds floating in the blue sky?
Mountains and rivers will make distant songs.
Who can tell me?
Why does the sun smile at rain and fog?
Rainbow can jump in colorful skirts.
I want to know.
Why do you miss Big sea and the sky?
It will be especially warm in the moonlight.
Who can tell me?
Why are snowflakes flying all over the sky?
It becomes spirit when it falls on a branch.
I want to know.
Why open the window of the soul?
The ups and downs inside will be difficult to calm down.
Who can tell me?
Why do thoughts fly far?
Memories of the past become young.
I tell you, my friend,
Because of our voices
Play a string of words.
Wonderful emotions are beating our hearts.
Let me tell you something, my friend.
Because our hearts
Let the soul of art dance.
Spiritual home is shaded by trees!
Song of the rector (2)
We come from the fragrance of the earth.
With bamboo slips and the shimmer of Oracle Bone Inscriptions,
The magic of illuminating hieroglyphics
Enjoy the fire, water and soil in Jin Mu!
We come from the volume where a hundred schools of thought contend.
Follow the footsteps of our ancestors
Looking for the riverbed of materialist dialectics
Bow down to heaven and earth.
We came out of the drums in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.
Follow in the footsteps of thousands of troops
Mourn the bloody dusk in Lian Heng.
It feels like Wen Tao's military strategy is legendary!
We come from the moss of Qinzhuan Hanwa.
Heroism measured by the unity of rivers and mountains.
Build people's hearts into the Great Wall of Wan Li.
The feelings of kings and princes!
We come from the ink fragrance of Tang poetry and Song poetry.
Holding a glowing glass full of grapes and wine
Listen to the bugle blowing in the border village and the wailing of female soldiers recruiting in the cold night.
Let the sad parting bleach the autumn moon in the middle of the river
We come from Qiang flute rhyme in Yuan Dynasty.
Looking at the wind chimes ringing in the west wind of the ancient road
I can't recall the broken-hearted man who travels alone in the world.
The lost mandarin duck cries and becomes snow in June!
We come from the plot of Ming and Qing novels.
Wading through mountains and rivers, staying at dangerous peaks.
Walking in the street, dreams become clouds,
Entering the room, groups of fox spirits stay out of it!
We come from the vernacular of the May 4th Movement.
Crowds and noise passing through Shili sheep farm
Shops and inns in the small town of Shanxiang
Cut the years in the war!
We just walked all the way.
Into the palace of literature, into the beautiful voice.
In the collision of thoughts and hearts.
We have our own feelings!
We just walked all the way.
Set foot on the pure land of the soul and the stage of art
In the dialogue between emotion and emotion
We have our own spirit!
The song of the reciter (3)
We recite mountains.
Foggy clouds fly into the distance.
We recite the clouds.
The deep canyon suddenly opened up.
We recite rivers.
The flying waves are singing happily.
We recite the waves.
Silent sails spread their wings.
We recite the sun.
The green seedlings will glow.
We recite seedlings.
The harvest season will enter glory.
We recite the moon.
The breeze is fragrant.
We recite the breeze.
The quiet night is soft and fragrant.
We recite the blue sky.
The crisp pigeon whistle sounded in the air.
We recite pigeon whistle.
The gospel of peace spread in all directions.
We recite flowers.
Lightweight bees are busy.
We recite bees.
Full seeds sow hope.
We recite the fields.
Deep explosion of power.
We recite the land.
A vibrant life will flourish.
We recite the forest.
The roaring pines are surging
We recite Songtao.
Birds in the forest are singing their dreams!
We just recited it once.
Go through yesterday and go to today.
Let your mood fly between the lines of poetry and painting.
On the spring and autumn road of life
We just recited it once.
Through the years, through the wind and rain
Singing all the way in the journey of mountains and rivers
Let the mental journey be full of colorful sunshine.
The song of the rector (4)
You long for black land.
Recite birch forests and ice flowers
Long skis flew by.
Splash out the fragrance of magnolia and wild roses!
You long for the grassland.
Recite the blue sky and white clouds
Malone's piano playing sounded beside the path.
The fragrance of wine and milk tea wafted over.
You are wild in the vast sand sea.
Recite the storm and the scorching sun
The hiker's footprint extends all the way.
Populus euphratica spirit illuminates the oasis in my heart!
Your soft heart carries coconut wind and willow rhyme.
Recite the beach and the waves
The overwhelming fishing nets cast a vision.
The horn of conch is full of fish and shrimp.
You brought the melody of Jiangnan water town.
Recite cotton sea and threshing floor
Beautiful legend of ancient waterwheel turning.
Light blue smoke emitted from the kitchen raised the morning sun on the horizon.
You brought the light of the palace.
Recite huabiao and plaza
Deep thinking stays on the long ancient road.
Wise eyes polished the bronze ware.
You have a dream of a special economic zone.
Recite reform and opening up.
People in a hurry race against time.
The colorful night sky sparkles with flying personality.
You brought an exotic atmosphere.
Recite your thoughts, charming and moving.
Melancholy memories, leafing through the years of struggle.
Go through hardships and hardships and enter the life classroom.
We just recited it once.
Go through yesterday and go to today.
We just recited it once.
Through the years, through the wind and rain
Let your mood fly between the lines of poetry and painting.
On the spring and autumn road of life
Singing all the way in the journey of mountains and rivers
Together: Let the mental journey-full of colorful brilliance.