The textbook classic opening speech of China Poetry Conference in the fourth quarter.

The opening remarks of the classic textbook of the fourth season

The first field

The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.

The Chinese Poetry Conference is an annual meeting with you. This year is the fourth year, and we have gone through a spring, summer, autumn and winter hand in hand.

Let's watch "Peach Blossoms Set each other off in Red", listen to "Harvest in Daoxiang", sigh "Frost leaves are red in February flowers", and hope that "the wind and rain will send spring home and snow will welcome the spring".

There are four seasons, and there are four seasons in the poem, which are passed down from generation to generation and endless.

Let us once again feel the splendor of Chinese civilization, taste the poetic life and appreciate the scenery of the four seasons on the stage of the Chinese poetry conference.

The second field

I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me like this.

Xin Qiji, once a "teenager who doesn't know the taste of sorrow", has experienced ups and downs in his life. When he was old, sitting between the sound of water and the sound of mountains, he suddenly found the green hills opposite him so charming and colorful.

Whether it's lofty mountains and lofty mountains, or a vast river with a long history, when one day you meet a pair of poets' eyes, the landscape will have a state of sadness and joy, and your heart will last forever.

Today, let's follow the poet's eyes again, return to the green mountains and green waters, and see so many beautiful mountains and rivers on the stage of the Chinese poetry conference.

Third field

There is little frost at the end of the year, and the vegetation knows spring.

The twenty-four solar terms listed by UNESCO as the intangible cultural heritage of mankind are the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancient people in China. It is not only an important guide for people's production and life in farming society, but also reflects China people's awe of natural time series. ?

Whether it is "rainy scenery, vernal equinox weather." Whether it's "Let a Hundred Flowers Bloom" or "He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and there is how bright in the moonlight at home!" Whether it is "rainy in Qingming Festival" or "wine must be sent to strive for wealth in cold areas", the changes in nature have also spawned the poetic feelings of generations of poets.

Today, on the stage of "China Poetry Conference" where the four seasons are in full bloom, let us once again feel the cultural light of the mutual achievements of poetry and seasons between cold and heat.

Scene 4

Concentrate on reading, I know that spring has passed, and every inch of time is as precious as an inch of gold.

Time is precious, because it passes by in a hurry and will not stop because of anyone.

"The deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night." "If you don't come back in your prime, it's hard to get up in the morning." "What lovely locks of hair are in the bright mirror upstairs. They are still silky black in the morning and turn into snow at night." Generations of poets have lamented that youth is fleeting.

Facing the fleeting time, the only thing we can do is to cherish it.

Time will take everything away, and time will give everything. Let's be grateful for the gift of time and collect the most beautiful poems on the stage of the Chinese Poetry Conference.

Scene 5

The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River.

Liu Yuxi was deeply influenced by local folk songs during his tenure as a secretariat in Kuizhou, and wrote Zhi Zhu Ci.

From then on, the poem "Rise in the East and Fall in the West, the road is clear but clear", like an endless Qinghe, flows in the hearts of readers from generation to generation.

Kuimen landscape is full of weather and criss-crossing. In addition to Liu Yuxi, Du Fu also boarded the highest platform of Baidicheng there, so there was a sigh that "the leaves are falling like waterfalls, and I think the long river of the Millennium always rolls in". But Li Baisan crossed Qutang Gorge, and there was a swan song of "The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, but the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man".

In ancient times, there was Kuizhou, but now there is Fengjie, and a poem city has been built in a thousand years.

Today, let's pursue those great poets again and again on the stage of the Chinese poetry congress, and revisit those magnificent chapters that shocked the past and shone today again.

Scene 6

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

The bond between mother and son comes from blood, so no matter how far you go, you can't help looking back at the starting point.

That's the three wisps of spring in Meng Jiao's heart, and that's the sweet fog in Du Fu's dream. For thousands of years, my mother's "be careful with her sewing, mend her thoroughly, and be afraid that the delay will make him go home late" has never changed.

Today, let's weave the most beautiful poems with love and thoughts on the stage of the Chinese Poetry Conference, and dedicate them to our mother and our home.

Game 7

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.

If I ask you what is beautiful in this world, love must be an indispensable answer.

Can be naive to "when you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, trot in circles, throw your childhood."

Today, on the stage of the Chinese Poetry Conference, let's fill up Huang Teng's wine, open the window of Xiao Xuan, and once again sigh the most beautiful appearance of love and "direct education of life and death" through "last night's star, last night's wind".

Game 8

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.

Any good wish to become a reality requires our unremitting efforts and struggle.

Struggle is the struggle of Liu Yuxi's works, the tenacity of Zheng Banqiao's works, and the patience and determination of Lu You's works.

Today is the eighth scene of the fourth season of the Chinese Poetry Conference. Here, I also wish the contestants more and more courage to realize their poetic dreams. "I like the snow all over the mountains, and I will make great achievements after the three armies."

Scene 9

What a hero Liu Bei is, no one can compare with him. His name will be passed down for thousands of years.

When it comes to heroes through the ages, many people may think of emperors, generals and heroes. In fact, today, the name of a hero is no longer exclusive to princes and princes, but belongs to every ordinary person who works hard for the prosperity of the country.

He can be a craftsman who grinds a sword for ten years, a sweaty farmer, a soldier who dies suddenly, and a teacher who turns into spring mud to protect flowers.

Hero's heart, in history, in legend, in the blood of every Chinese son and daughter.

Today, let's pay tribute to the heroes with magnificent poems and the mountains and rivers that gave birth to heroes on the stage of the Chinese Poetry Conference!

Scene 10

There are thousands of luxury houses in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world very happy.

When Du Fu's hut was broken by the autumn wind, he was still thinking of being able to shelter the whole world from the wind and rain. Therefore, poetry has never been confined to the poet's small study, but also contains a feeling of worrying about the country and the people.

It can be full of sincerity that "I want to live a long life to serve my country, why should I be born in Yumenguan", or it can be a firm belief that "I was born in China and died in China, why should I avoid it, every cloud has a silver lining".

For thousands of years, it is such a feeling of home and country that has shocked and touched readers from generation to generation.

Today, let us feel these touching poems again on the stage of "Chinese Poetry Conference", and let us dedicate great love poems to our magnificent times!