The 11th July Recitation Art Festival and the 5th China University Students Recitation Competition Finals.
Selected Works of Broadcasting and Hosting College of China Communication University
Narrator: Snowflakes are still flying in Daxinganling, willow branches on both sides of the Yangtze River have sprouted, and flowers are blooming everywhere on Hainan Island. How vast our motherland is!
Ever since I knew the big river, I have known my south and north.
Since I knew the big river, I have known my north and south.
My south and north are very close, close to each other across the bank;
My north and south are too far apart for me to measure with my feet.
The geese fly south, shortening my north and south with their wings;
Swallows return, holding spring mud to express my north and south.
My south is also the south of Liu Yong and Li Yu. A river of spring water flows eastward, leaving a beautiful past and fragrance like falling flowers. When I woke up from my dream, the sadness that was fixed on the waning moon in Yang Liuan was destined to be fixed on the sad face of a talented woman and a beautiful woman in the south. ...
My north is also the north of Li Bai and Gao Shi. Smoke billowed and horses waved reins. In the flying snow in August, the northern soldiers riding horses and drinking wine are marching into the battlefield of swords and shadows. All the victories and defeats finally turned into rows of Populus euphratica under the boundary of Lengyue. ...
I once walked through Huangshan, Hengshan, Emei and Yandang to find my south, but my south was hidden in the depths of Wupeng boat, Qingshiqiao and oil-paper umbrella. In the shadow of Qinhuai River, I stare at my south; In the bell of Hanshan Temple, I listen to my south; In the soft waves of Fuchun River, I embraced my south. My south! Apricot blossoms and spring rain, small bridges and flowing water, and grass grows in Fei Ying.
I walked through Tianshan Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, Changbai Mountain and Taihang Mountain, looking for my north. My north is hidden in the depths of loess kilns, window paper and yurts. On the Gobi desert, I sang side by side with my north; In Xing 'anling, where the snow is flying beyond the Great Wall, I meditate and stare at my north; In the vast Shanhaiguan, my north and I are strong enemies. My north! Lonely smoke in the desert, sunset in the long river, loud and clear.
People say that I am rich in the south, but the 10,000-mu paddy fields and thousands of miles of water towns were watered by my parents with sweat and tears and brewed by reformers with courage and wisdom. Whether it's the famous land of fish and rice, or Shenzhen, Wenzhou and Xiaogang, those shiny names are actually carved with axes and knives and printed on the wrinkles of mom and dad!
Everyone said that I was poor in the north, but I clearly heard it, and I heard the drums rumbling to revitalize the old northeast and develop the northwest; Hearing the old machine tool that has been discontinued for many years, it began to sing happily again; I heard the sound of labor horn and Ansai waist drum ringing all over the Yellow River in Jiuqu (qū); I heard my father's sonorous footsteps after he brushed away the sweat with rough hands ... I know, you are awake, my north!
From ancient times to the present, the surging river is like a string, playing many ups and downs and vicissitudes;
From ancient times to the present, the surging river is like a string, plucking many ups and downs and vicissitudes.
In the southeast wind, I hit the banana in the south rain, and the lotus fragrance floated lightly, graceful and melodious!
In the sound of the northwest wind, my northern snow floats on the wasteland, and my waist drum is deafening, majestic and arrogant!
My south and north,
My north and south,
My hometown and paradise forever!