"My South and North"

The 11th Qiyue Recitation Art Festival and the 5th China College Student Recitation Competition Finals

Communication University of China Works selected by the Academy of Broadcasting and Hosting Arts

Narrator: Snowflakes are still flying in the Greater Khingan Mountains, willow branches have sprouted on both sides of the Yangtze River, and flowers are blooming everywhere on Hainan Island. Our motherland is so vast!

Since I got to know the endless river, I have gotten to know my south and my north;

Since I got to know the endless river I know my north and my south through the great river.

My south and my north are very close to each other, so close that I can see each other across the shore;

My north and my south are very far apart, too far to be measured with my feet.

The wild geese fly south, shortening my south and north with their wings;

The swallows return, carrying spring mud in their mouths 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, and what flows away is the beautiful past and fragrance like fallen flowers.

When I wake up from a dream, the sadness that is fixed in the willow bank in the morning wind and the waning moon is also destined to be fixed in the sad faces of the talented and beautiful women in the south...

My north, It is also the north of Li Bai and Gao Shi.

The beacon smoke is billowing and the war horses are waving their reins.

In the August snow of Hutian, northern soldiers riding horses and drinking wine were marching into the battlefield of swords and swords. All the victories and defeats finally turned into rows under the cold moon at the border. Populus euphratica...

I once walked through Huangshan, Hengshan, Emei, and Yandang, looking for my south, but my south was hidden in the depths of awning boats, bluestone bridges, and oil-paper umbrellas.

Under the lights of the Qinhuai River, I stare at my south; in the bells of Hanshan Temple, I listen to my south; in the soft waves of the Fuchun River, I embrace my south .

My South! Apricot blossoms, spring rain, small bridges and flowing water, orioles flying and grass growing.

I once walked through Tianshan, Kunlun, Changbai, and Taihang, looking for my north.

My north is hidden deep in the loess kilns, window decorations and yurts.

In the windy and rocky Gobi Desert, I sang side by side with my North; in the snowy Xing'an Mountains outside the Great Wall, I and my North contemplated; in the vast Shanhaiguan, I and my North Look at each other strong.

My north! There is solitary smoke in the desert, the sun sets over the long river, and the suona sounds loud and clear.

People say that our south is rich, but the tens of thousands of acres of rice fields and thousands of miles of water towns were watered by the sweat and tears of our fathers, and brewed by the courage and wisdom of the reformers.

Whether it is the famous land of plenty, or Shenzhen, Wenzhou, or Xiaogang, the shining names are actually carved on the wrinkles of mom and dad like axes and chisels!

People say that my north is poor, but I clearly heard it. I heard the rumble of war drums to revitalize the old Northeast and develop the Northwest; I heard the old machine tools that had been out of production for many years began to sing happily again; When the labor chants and Ansai waist drums resounded beside the Jiuqu (qū) Yellow River; I heard my father’s sonorous steps after brushing away the sweat with his rough hands... I know you are awake, my north!

From ancient times to the present, the surging river is like a string, playing the ups and downs and vicissitudes of life;

From ancient times to the present, that river The endless river is like a string, playing the ups and downs and vicissitudes of life.

In the music of the southeast wind, my southern rain hits the banana trees, and the lotus fragrance is light, graceful and melodious!

In the music of the northwest wind, my northern snow is drifting in the wilderness, and the waist drum is shaking, solemn and arrogant!

My south and my north,

My north and my south,

My eternal home and paradise!