Selection of materials for poetry recitation

Dayanhe is my nanny. Her name is the name of the village where she was born She is a child bride. Dayanhe is my nanny. I am the son of the landlord; Also grew up eating the milk of Dayanhe's son Dayanhe. Dayanhe was raised by her family, and I was raised by your milk. Dayanhe, my nanny. Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you: your grassy grave under the pressure of snow, the dead Wafi under the eaves of your closed former residence, your garden pawned by a square foot, the mossy stone chair in front of your door, Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you. You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me; After you set up the stove, after you took off the charcoal ash from the apron, after you tasted the rice and cooked it, after you put the black sauce bowl on the black table, after you mended the clothes cut by thorns on the hillside of your sons, after you wrapped the hands of the children cut by wooden knives, after you strangled the lice on their shirts one by one, after you picked up the first egg today. I am the landlord's son. After I finished eating all the milk in Dayan River, my parents took me home. Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying? I'm a new guest at my parents' house! I touched the furniture carved with red paint. I touched the golden pattern on my parents' bed. I just looked at the plaque I didn't recognize on the eaves. I touched the silk and shell buttons of the newly changed clothes. I looked at my unfamiliar sister in my mother's arms. I sat on a painted kang stool with a brazier. I was eating rice that had been ground three times. I was so embarrassed. Because of me, I became a new guest at my parents' house. Dayanhe, in order to make a living, after she used up the lotion, she began to work with the arm that hugged me; She smiled and washed our clothes. With a smile on her face, she walked to the frozen pond on the edge of the village with a vegetable basket. With a smile on her face, she cut radish with ice chips. With a smile on her hand, she took out the wheat that the pig ate. She smiled and fanned the fire in the saucepan. With a smile on her back, she went to the square to dry those soybeans and wheat. Wild goose river, deeply in love with her baby; On New Year's Day, for him, I was busy cutting the sugar of winter rice. For her, I often go to her home near her village quietly. For her, I went to her and called "Mom", Dayan River, and posted his red, green and Guan Yunchang on the wall next to the stove. Dayanhe will boast and praise her breasts to her neighbors. Dayanhe once had a dream that can't be told to people: in the dream, she was eating the baby's wedding wine and sitting in the splendid ceremony hall. The beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately called her "mother-in-law" ... Dayan loved her baby! Dayan and died before her dream woke up. When she died, her breasts were not with her. When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, also shed tears for her. All five sons cried sadly. When she died, she whispered the name on her chest, Dayanhe, who was already dead. When she died, her breasts were not with her. Dayanhe, tears streaming down her face! With the bullying of more than 40 years' lives, with the misery of countless slaves, with a four-dollar coffin and several bundles of straw, with a few feet of land for burying the coffin, and the ashes of paper money in one hand, she left with tears in her eyes. What Dayan didn't know was that her drunken husband died, her eldest son became a bandit, her second child died in the smoke of gunfire, and her third child, fourth child and fifth child lived under the scolding of the landlord and fifth child. And I, I'm writing a spell for this unfair world. When I returned to my hometown after a long wandering, my brothers met on the hillside and in the fields. I was closer than I was six or seven years ago! This, this is for you, quietly sleeping Dayan River, you don't know! Wild Goose River, today your baby is in prison, writing you a hymn, giving you a purple soul under the loess, giving you a hand to hug me, giving you a kiss on my lips, giving you my muddy and gentle face, giving you my breasts, giving you your sons, my brothers, giving everything on earth, my nanny and. Dayanhe, I grew up on your milk, your son. I respect you! Love You! 1933 65438+ 10/0/4 snow dynasty