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Poetry Recitation Skills" is a book published by China Radio and Television Publishing House on January 1, 2002, and the author is Li Hongyan. [1] The book is divided into nine chapters, including: Introduction to Poetry Recitation, Preparation for Poetry Recitation, Creation of Poetry Recitation Ontology, Overall Creation of Poetry Recitation, Recitation of Rhythmic Poems, Recitation of Ancient Poetry, Recitation of Words, Recitation of Free-Form Poetry, and Recitation of Prose Poetry.

Introduction. The book can be broadly divided into two parts:

The first part is chapters 1 to 4, which describe the overall situation of the art creation of poetry recitation and the work that should be done in each link in the process of recitation, including the selection of poems, the transformation from text to audio language, and the coordination of related elements.

The second part is chapters 5 to 9, which describe the recitation requirements and methods of different genres of poetry, such as metrical poetry, ancient style poetry, ci, and modern free-form poetry, and selects some works suitable for recitation, and provides reference recitation interpretations for each work.

About the Author. Hongyan, whose real name is Li Hongyan, and his pen name is Hongyan. Ph.D., School of Broadcasting and Hosting Arts, Beijing Broadcasting Institute (currently studying).

In 1996, he graduated from the Department of Chinese of Inner Mongolia Normal University for Nationalities with a bachelor's degree. In 1999, he graduated from the School of Broadcasting and Hosting Arts of Beijing Broadcasting Institute with a master's degree. He is currently a teacher at Beijing Broadcasting Institute.

He often participates in the production of radio and television programs, and dubbs for many feature films and commercials.

Original: Walking through the misty forest, listening to the sound of the wind whistling in my ears, the seven notes played the loneliness of the leaves, and I missed the whispers that vaguely called you.

I was guided by someone to arrive at the ancient and secluded stream, without seeing the footprints of the stars and moons, and the water precipitated the crowd in the story.

Close your eyes and listen to the music of the seven notes, no longer chase the tormented past, always cherish every second of the present, and let life be unreasonable.

Who to write a legend of love, looking for the familiarity of the young man in white, praying for a happy ending in his heart, and the elegance of his years will no longer be lost.

In this season stop and go, finally, the end.

Postscript: I don't know when it started, I believe that everyone is the love of someone's life. I'm waiting, I'm looking, I'm waiting to meet, I'm looking for true love.

Walking on the Wutong Road, I am accustomed to keeping my head down and extending my humble posture to eternity. I'm still the "don't be late", so, who will be the wind that will sweep through my years? I don't know, I believe that in the future, I will know.

Search the Internet for a poem by Haizi, Beidao, Shu Ting, and Xu Zhimo. It feels pretty appropriate.

The sound of the rain gradually stopped, and the light faintly penetrated from behind the curtains. Push open the window and take a look! The cool clouds dispersed, and the remnants of the leaves reflected the moon, like a thousand points of fluorescent light, flickering and moving. - I really didn't expect that after the bitter rain and lonely lamp, there would be such a beautiful picture!

I stood by the window for a while, and felt a slight coldness. When I turned around, I was suddenly dazzled, and everything else in the room was hidden in the clouds; A gloomy glow, soaked only in the painting on the wall. - Angel in white, holding flowers, raising her wings, smiled at me.

This smile seems to have been seen somewhere, when, I was.

I sat under the window and thought ,—— silently.

The closed curtain of my heart slowly opened, and an impression from five years ago poured out. - A long old road. The mud under the donkey's feet is slippery.

The water in the ditch was gurgling. The green trees in the nearby village are all enveloped in wet smoke. A bow-like crescent moon hangs in the treetops.

As he walked, there seemed to be a child on the side of the road, holding a bunch of bright white things. The donkey passed by and inadvertently looked back. - He was holding the flowers, barefoot, and smiling at me.

It's like I've seen it somewhere! "I still want to—silently.

A central curtain appeared, and it slowly opened, gushing out of an impression from ten years ago. ——The rain under the thatched eaves fell on the clothes one by one. The water bubbles on the edge of the dirt steps are swirling around.

The wheat and grape trellises in front of the door are very bright and fresh. - After a while, it was easy to rain and clear, and I hurriedly walked downhill. When I saw Yue'er coming from the sea, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something, stood still, and turned around.

The old woman in the hut—she leaned against the door, hugged the flowers, and smiled at me.

This same subtle expression, like a gossamer, fluttered together.

At this time, the heart is bright and quiet, like ascending to the fairy world, like returning to the hometown. The three smiles that appeared in front of me melted into the harmony of love for a while, and they couldn't be seen clearly.