At the age of 20, I climbed out of the swamp of youth like a bruised lyre. In the theme of vagrancy, you came (female) and I walked up to you (male) with eyes as bright as wind chimes (female). You said you liked my eyes (male) to wipe my naked loneliness (female)! Why are you always lonely? ! (Male) Really (Female) Really? (Male) First time (Female) First time? (Male) The sun, warm hands (female) Warm hands (male) Gentle (female) Gentle (male) Touches me (female) Touches you (male), so I have never frozen resentment (female) Frozen resentment (male) I picked up my song (female) and picked up a string of your songs (male). A wrinkle-free dusk (male) and a standing (female) who no longer stand up at dusk will never stand up again. (male) There are no stars and the moon (female) There are no stars on that night in April. There is no moon. That night was normal (male). I traded my experience in the swamp for your past story (female). No one can forget the muddy story in the swamp. So sad (male). At this time, you are wet in my retina (female). I opened a book of poems on my knee. A book of poems by Whitman (male) I see that you are a pure white bird (female). I'm thinking, what are you thinking (male) I know. The beautiful cage imprisoned you and nurtured your persistent loneliness and beautiful silence (female). Yes, it imprisoned me and nurtured me (male). I know, you didn't expect to fly suddenly the first morning, and it happened to rain (female). Yes, the first flight just rained (male). I know that the rain wet the feather's heavy wings, and it also makes your heart ache (female). Yes, the rain broke my heart (male). Didn't you find it (female)? Are you looking at me? My hot and humid pulse is rising. I really want to look up at you (female). I didn't look up (female). I didn't look up. I'm still looking through Whitman's poetry (male). Yes, I know I'm not a rock, a dam (female) or a rock, a dam (male) or a solid tree (female) that I can rely on. If you are willing (female), you say if I am willing (male), I am willing. I will bravely support a sky (female) that will never be wronged for you with my not broad shoulders and a loyal heart cultivated on the plateau. You said if I want to (male), yes, if you want to (close), if you/I want to.
This recitation poem was written by Liu Qing and Rebecca, recited by Qiao Zhen and Ding Jianhua, and became a classic of music recitation poem. The authors of this poem are Liu Qing and Rebecca. During the Cultural Revolution, Liu Qing was sent to the northwest with his parents, where he met Yan Wang. In that special era and special family background, their love was hard and pure. Later, they jointly wrote the poem "Memorial in April" and recorded that emotional experience. This poem has been widely circulated in a brand-new form, and it has become an art of recitation. A college student born after 60 or early 70 may have a certain impression on this poem. It may be that you were recited by your classmates at a party when you were studying. Maybe you've heard that this poem was recited from that shabby little radio, and it's a version of Ding Jianhua and Qiao Zhenbei. Then I'm glad to wake up your memory here. Liu Qing's affectionate confession was recited from Ding Jianhua's powerful and magnetic voice, and responded with the same affection as Rebecca. Through Qiao Zhen's deep and emotional voice, he asked and answered one of them. This is the most infectious voice and the most sincere expression of love.