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"Poetry Club China -20 1 1 Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club" appeared in CCTV.

The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings with the moon at night. A happy day brings a happy family. In some autumn scenery, China people ushered in the most poetic traditional festival-Mid-Autumn Festival.

Traditional festivals, famous brand programs. Since 2008, the series of traditional festival poems has been held for fifteen times. The theme of this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is "the hometown of the bright moon", which highlights the inheritance and tribute to China's traditional culture in the atmosphere of "missing" and "homesickness". The whole article starts with Bai Juyi's poems about enjoying the moon, and selects 28 masterpieces of ancient poets such as Li Bai, Li Shangyin and Zhang Jiuling, modern poets such as Chen, Xu Zhimo and China, representative works of contemporary China poet Haizi, works of Taiwan Province poets such as Love, Yang Mu and others, and poems of American, British and Norwegian poets paying tribute to China poets. During the period, I was deeply in love with Yu, and the two sides celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival. Taiwan Province poet Yu Guangzhong's understanding of Mid-Autumn Festival is "homesickness", and his vivid interpretation of Bai Juyi's poems is touching. As a cultural scholar, Yu believes that the Mid-Autumn Festival is the unity of culture and heaven, and the thoughts of relatives are linked with the thoughts of human joys and sorrows. This is a great poem.

China -20 1 1 Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club has attracted many famous reciters and entertainers. For many actors, it is full of fun and challenges to interpret famous poems with MV. This method not only requires the actor to have good recitation skills, but also requires the actor to grasp the connotation of poetry and explain the artistic conception through expression techniques and forms, which is more difficult than simple stage recitation. But because of this, many actors regard it as a challenge to their performance skills, and the performance of fifteen actors can be described as their own style. The recitation artists Qu Xianhe and Tong Yong are meaningful and meaningful, the performance artists are elegant and chic, the famous actors are full of strength, and the acting stars are neat and outstanding. The Taiwan Province actors Zhao Qing and chenchen, who presided over the birth, are beautiful and elegant, and Yu Entai and Yu Yue, who have many fans, also live up to expectations.

Using the "redone" camera and the film crew equipped with international advanced equipment, the technology and concept are perfectly combined to create "how bright the moonlight at home is!" In place, it fully expressed the theme of reunion and missing, and presented an exquisite audio-visual feast for the audience.

"If I have a sense of smell, it is only for dirt and stones," said Yaping Zhou, the founder and poet of the traditional festival poetry club. "The pursuit of such a quality poetry club has become a belief and persistence."

Mon Tong, the anchor of CCTV's China News, appeared again, hosting 20 1 1 Mid-Autumn Poetry Club, with lively style and skillful skills. She is delighted with every string of words, and with her love for poetry, she has brought wonderful feelings to audiences at home and abroad in this beautiful festival.

Watch the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15th.

Bai Juyi, on the night of August 15th, the year before last, was by the apricot garden beside Qujiang Pool.

On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.

Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.

Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.

The city is not interested in moon friends.

Bai Juyi

The ancients cherished the short day and advised them to travel by candlelight.

The night is long, and the West Building will be full tomorrow.

After that, the remaining bottles of wine were placed in the city.

Jun Jun won't come. People and months are very long.

According to hookah white, hair autumn color.

Clear light is just like being drunk.

Dreamed of the south bank

Bai Juyi is good in Jiangnan, and the scenery used to be familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit?

Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong. Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. Will we meet again sooner or later?

Festival moon

Su Shi

The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.

Zhang Jiuling

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

Inlaid harp

Li shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Drink with the moon

Lipper

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

That night.

the Chen Dynasty

There were clouds and no stars in the sky that night.

You held my hand and touched my heart.

God knows I dare not say I love you.

On the night when I was so young, you walked with me in the dark alley.

Side by side, you hold my hand.

God knows I dare not say I love you.

Keep this sentence in mind. It was dark and quiet that night.

Only I am as close as you.

God knows I dare not say I love you.

I can't calm this beating heart. That night was an unforgettable mistake.

God stole the souls of young people.

Now I say I love you with ten thousand voices.

But it's hard to get close to you again

Autumn lanterns

Li Guangtian

It is a friendship revisited by middle-aged people.

Or is it the accidental memory of the dying?

Gently, I want to kiss the light ball. Gray and yellow autumn night lights,

Whose smiling face of peace is it?

Don't talk, I think you are my old acquaintance. Ding, ding, a beetle kisses on the lamp,

Silently, he was drunk under the lamp:

The beginning of the tender last dream. It's warm in Qiu Guang in the quiet night.

I'm a little cold in loneliness.

The light in front of us feels far away.

rain

Liu Bannong

Mom! I want to sleep today.

-rely on my mother to go to bed early. Listen! On the grass behind, there is no sound;

It was my little friends who were put to bed early by my mother. Listen! On the grass behind, there is no sound; It's as black as ink!

Afraid! Wild cats and dogs are barking in the distance, don't come!

Only the tinkling rain. Why are you still jingling there? Mom! I'm going to bed!

The wild cats and dogs that are not afraid of rain are still tinkling on the dark grass.

Why not go back? Why doesn't it go to bed early by its mother? Mom! What are you laughing at? You said it had no home?

There was moonlight on the grass when it didn't rain yesterday. Where did it go?

You said it had no mother?

Didn't you say that the dark cloud in the sky was its mother the day before yesterday? Mom! I'm going to bed! Close the window, don't let the rain wet our bed.

Just lend my little raincoat to the rain, and don't let it wet my clothes.

Say goodbye to Cambridge again

Xu zhimo

I left quietly, just as I came gently;

I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.

The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;

Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.

Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;

In the gentle waves of He Kanghe River, I would like to be an aquatic plant.

That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;

Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.

Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass;

Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.

But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute;

Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!

I left quietly, just as I came quietly;

I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.

Late-night memories

blite

(This poem was written in Yan 'an during the * * War)

Moonlight inflow threshold

I thought it was sunshine.

Open the door, or late at night, there is a north wind blowing.

As if blowing the bowstring of the moon.

So I heard the sound of dawn, and the river bank was pressed by mountain shadows.

A star flows through the wilderness.

I feel that everything is still asleep.

Only I was the first person to wake up.

The voice in my heart

Crystal Zheng

On this midsummer night

The voice in my heart

Like a crane floating in suddenly.

Wake up from a deep sleep with wings.

Fan away the rich fragrance of white Hosta.

Calling the names in memory

Draw mysterious symbols

It flies and hovers in my sky.

I can't get rid of it, and I can't bear to leave it. It is rich and white, and it has existed since ancient times.

Become a white crane and occupy my sky.

I can't read its symbols. I can't read them.

Why does it live so long and so beautiful?

So white, it despises death

One day it will be a star in the night sky.

It is still full of music that people can't hear.

Spin wildly and fly towards me.

You, the voice in my heart is calling.

Eternal universe, endless darkness.

Store your voice, mine and ours.

Look around Nagato.

Bai Juyi

When I looked around Chang 'an, I began to feel strong local customs.

One hundred thousand in-laws pay taxes, and five thousand children guard the border.

And the green city is covered with autumn grass, and Wuqiao sunset is red.

Blowpipes are everywhere in front of the building, and boats are outside the house.

The cloud buries Tiger Temple Mountain, and the moonlight shines in the water of Yaowa Palace.

I once rewarded Tang Qian, but I dare not exaggerate today.

The door opened.

Tang Yin

The paradise on earth is Wuzhong, among which there are more men.

Cui Sleeve, upstairs and downstairs, 3,000 yuan, millions of water things.

Even if you buy it in the market, you will never say the same thing.

If a painter paints, it is difficult for him to paint.

Imitate qu yuan

One pound

I want to go into the forest.

A god with a wisteria crown wandered in the forest.

By the silver-blue river,

Other gods control vehicles made of ivory.

There, many young girls came out,

Picking grapes for my friend leopard. These leopards pull carts.

I'm going into a clearing in the forest,

I'm coming out of the new bush,

Greet this group of girls.

To Bai Juyi's soul

Williams

Heavy work. I saw it. ...

The bare branches were covered with snow.

I tried to comfort myself.

Because you are old.

A young girl walked by, wearing a small hat.

The coat on her agile knees.

Because of running, falling, getting dirty by snow-

What will I think of now?

Besides death, it is a bright dancer.

PS: writing background

Shan you xiu Xiao prostitute

It's only 30: 30 since the double curtain fell.

He comes from the frontier of renewal and is now a landscape architect.

In spring, * * * swings and climbs up with a good tree to play.

Laugh at the end of the * * * fan, drunk before thinking.

Tea dance is urgent, and mourning is slow.

Stop singing Yang Liuzhi, I won't break up with you.

It can be clearly seen from the title of this poem that it was written by the poet to a geisha who accompanied him to travel around mountains and rivers. The woman is still young, about fifteen years old, but the author himself is pitifully old. Therefore, when enjoying the scenery with geisha and watching her beautiful songs and dances, the poet expressed such feelings: Never sing that heartbreaking song, because I am old and can't stand strong emotional fluctuations any more. Obviously, this kind of unbearable is the strongest pain between the poet's lost youth, the pursued evening scene and the hopeless future. But the author didn't use any radical words, and this still water passion slowly flowed out with a euphemistic hint. It's just that it's slow, so the effect it achieves is more profound and moving than strong self-confession. I think this can be clearly seen by two American poets, who read this poem after 1000 years and wrote down their responses.

Give it to Li Bai

Olaf haug

Li Bai, you look happy.

Be emperor in heaven.

Are you drunk?

You will have clouds and winds all over the world.

Have a happy land?

Li Bai is even more remarkable.

Is to be the master of your heart.

autumn

lake

Our bones are lying on the ground

Write on the beach: youth. And then go on, old father.

After a long time, the direction was interrupted.

Animal-like fears fill our poems. Whose voice can reach midnight in autumn for a long time?

Cover up our bones lying on the ground-

Autumn is coming.

Without the slightest forgiveness and warmth: autumn is coming.

The wind swept by.

Summer flower

When I cross the wind, every nerve must tremble clearly.

I want to say, how can there be a new sentence this fall?

I woke up from my body temperature and couldn't help crying.

The past tense of life happens as usual, and I still can't get rid of it.

Wind, you love the sky, why do you say your sadness so loudly?

Run like a roller. Keep running.

I must be stronger than living itself.

Qian Kun's sword is hidden in a red skirt; The road looks up and sends out trembling love;

Cars use silence instead of horns, and they are gentle and avoid saluting.

This morning, my cheeks were brighter than Haitang.

My heart is eager to give up and hand over love. Hand over care. Give it to me.

Legs are growing, occupying the slender river and occupying power.

In montage dreams, it can even be faster than this season.

It is faster than the sound of willows falling and the wind mourning autumn.

Last year's window

Pan-Chen Xi

Ears of rice in the backlight.

The bending posture reminds me.

This situation is different from before.

I've been sitting

Last year's window

Sitting at last year's window watching the passing cars.

Drive in this autumn.

I stretched out a hand to touch it.

idle time

Then the phone rang.

My hand didn't touch the time.

This is only from last year.

I got a phone call this year.

Let's find a lamp.

Gu Cheng

That's it.

You said, let's find a lamp.

It's behind the curtain.

Surrounded by pure white walls

Wildflowers brought by dusk

It will turn into another color and go so far.

Let's find a lamp.

you said

It's at a small station.

Look at the weeds around you.

Let the train pass quietly

Take away the tender memories, that's all.

Let's find a lamp.

you said

It's near the sea.

As beautiful as kumquat

All the children who like it

Will grow up in the morning and walk so far.

Let's find a lamp.

The flowers have fallen

Mutianmu

I want to see the silent and hazy thin floating yarn,

Listening to the drizzle beating silently on the eaves,

Far away, facing the sighing voice in the emptiness blowing from far away,

I realized that white flowers were falling.

Falling flowers covered moss trails, stones and sand.

Falling flowers blow the white dreams of silent people.

Falling flowers fell on the delicate wrist of drizzle.

Falling flowers are printed on our lips, the lingering fragrance of kissing.

Ah! Don't wake her!

Ah! Don't wake her, don't wake fallen petal!

Let her wander alone!

Floating, floating, floating

Our hearts and eyes are singing,

Life is full of old homes.

Ah, where is the home of life?

Ah, quietly listening to the fallen flowers,

Sister, would you like to?

We are always exposed to the hazy floating yarn,

Savoring the white falling flowers falling deeply,

You leaned weakly on my arm, listening to the song, singing her carefully,

"don't forget the top of the mountain, the water is boundless,

Your hometown is everywhere, and there are fallen flowers everywhere. "

Sophora japonica leaves

Ji xian

This is the best life in the world.

The strangest and most precious works,

And it was the saddest and most tearful time.

The thin, dry grayish-yellow leaves of Sophora japonica. I forgot it was in Jiangnan, Jiangbei,

In which city and garden did you find it?

Sandwiched in an ancient collection of poems,

Over the years, there has been no damage. The leaves of Sophora japonica slipped gently like cicadas,

Take a closer look, you are still stained with the soil of those old countries.

The ancient country, hey, hey, what year, month and day has it arrived?

Let me come back to your arms.

To enjoy one of the most pleasant places in the world.

The season of sweet scent of Sophora japonica?

islet

Chou-yu Cheng

I miss the island where you live.

It belongs to the tropics and is a green country.

On the shallow beach, there are always colorful fish.

Birds bounce on branches, such as the rise and fall of keys.

The cliffs there love to stare, and the vines hang like hair.

The grass there is good at waiting, covered with wild flowers like fruit bowls.

The sunshine you bathe in is blue, and the sea breeze is green.

Then your health is depressed and love is slow.

The humor of the cloud and the faint thunder smile.

Dance music and flowing songs in the Woods

I can't describe the island where you live.

It is difficult to draw a picture of a slight earthquake in the afternoon there.

If I go, I will take my flute.

I am a shepherd boy and you are a lamb.

Otherwise, if I go, I will become a firefly.

Light a lamp for you with my life.

Cold little hands

poplar

Since then, the mountains have pushed eastward.

Wave after wave of roses

Let me gently hold your cold little hand.

In the rain, let me hold you gently

Last autumn, my little cold rose hand remained on my temple.

We used to have that warm meteor river.

Your fingerprints are on the sleeve.

Let me hold your hand gently, Ross.

I was a bonfire on that cold night. The moon is shallow and the lights are deep.

One day you will find me on the frost.

(Picking the ill-fated red leaves all the way)

Come to the window where I read poetry?

You climb the stairs.

When I step on the thin flowers in the courtyard, I am a spring fire.

Let the blue flame bounce off the frost on your clothes.

Sit by the fire.

Let me, let me gently hold your cold little hand.

The crowd is noisy.

love

The crowd is noisy.

And you are the closest person to me.

The quietest and gentlest flower.

If you want to see it, go and see the lotus.

I just like watching you with a blue umbrella.

I stood up from the water and walked to the heart of the pool.

Throw a stone gently.

Your face

Then the outcry rose red.

agazed

A waterfowl

Sweep the willow branches on the other side like a flame

Come closer.

Come closer to me.

You can hear it.

Water drops keep spinning in your palm. You are a noisy lotus pond.

The quietest and quietest flower.

sunset

Cicada is still singing.

Still as silent as when you were alone in the crowd, I left and stopped halfway.

Waiting for you.

Waiting for you to call me gently

homesickness

Xi Murong

The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.

It always rings with the moon at night.

The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.

Like waves in the fog

After parting

Homesickness is a tree without rings.

Never grow old.

Attachment: Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Catalogue 20 1 1

0 1 "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August" Author: Bai Juyi Reciting: Qu Xianhe

02, "Friends in the city don't come to the moon" Author: Bai Juyi Recitation: Qu Xianhe

03, "Recalling Jiangnan" Author: Bai Juyi Recitation: Qu Xianhe

04, "Full Moon Thinking a Distance" Author: Zhang Jiuling Recitation: Children

05, "Jinse" Author: Li Shangyin Recitation: Children

06, "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" Author: Li Bai Recitation: Children

07, "That Night" Author: Chen Recitation: Yu Entai

08, "Autumn Lantern" Author: Li Guangtian Recitation: Yu Entai

09, "Rain" Author: Liu Bannong Recitation: Yu Yue

10, "Farewell to Cambridge" by Xu Zhimo: Zhao Qing

1 1, "A Late Night Memory" Author: Lu Li Recitation: Zhu Lin

12 "Voice in My Heart" Author: Zheng Min Recitation: Zhu Lin

13, "Qilishan Pond" Author: Potato Brothers Recitation: Dream Boy

14, "Looking at the door of the light field" by Bai Juyi: Shi Weijian

15, "Nagato is a thing" Author: Tang Yin Recitation: Shi Weijian

16, "On the Moon in the Mountain Pond" Author: Ni Yuan Recitation: Shi Weijian

17, "Imitating Qu Yuan" Author: Ella Pound Reciting: Zhang Jiasheng

18, "To the Soul of Bai Juyi" by W. C. Williams. Reading by Zhang Jiasheng.

19, "To Li Bai" Author: olaf haug Recitation: Zhang Jiasheng.

20, "Autumn" Author: Haizi Recitation: Qi Xi

2 1, "Wind" Author: Summer Flower Recitation: Tanabata

22, "Last Year's Window" Author: Pan Welcome to read:

23, "Let's Find a Lamp" Author: Gu Cheng Recitation: Zhang Nianhua

24, "Falling Flowers" Author: Mu Recitation:

25, "A locust tree leaf" Author: Ji Xian recitation: chenchen

26, "Island" Author: Zheng Chouyu Recitation: chenchen

27, "Cold Hands" Author: Yang Mu Recitation: Liang Boluo

28, "The Voice of the Lotus" Author: Love reading: Liang Boluo

29. Lyrics of Legend: Li Jian Singing: Lu Wei

I'm Kong Lao.

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