Dear friends, hello everyone! Welcome to today's special program. In this scorching summer, the sun is blazing, and the heat waves are rolling, but everyone's enthusiasm is even higher than the temperature of this summer. I'm your hostess Guoying
In this season full of vitality and passion, we gather here to jointly embark on a wonderful journey of words and sounds. Summer may always be accompanied by heat and annoyance. The high temperature often makes us feel tired and restless. However, deep in our memories, there is always such a coolness and warmth, like a clear spring, flowing quietly in our hearts.
Next, let's step into the wonderful content of today together. Today, the ones bringing us the wonderful recitation is the Black Swan Recitation Team of the World Literature Alliance. They will jointly recite the work of Haibo - "The Cattail Leaf Fan in Mother's Hand". In this sweltering dog days, let's calm down, follow the author's brushstrokes, pass through the tunnel of time, and return to that childhood night full of motherly love. Let's feel the gentle evening breeze, listen to the gentle murmur of mother, and jointly feel the love and warmth brought by the cattail leaf fan in mother's hand.
"The Palm-leaf Fan in Mother's Hand"
...Haipo
It's the hot and sweltering summer again,
It's the dog days when cicadas keep chirping.
On these nights,
The heat makes one a little annoyed,
Not knowing how to get through this fiery pass.
Do you remember,
In our childhood,
On such nights too,
Lying all over the kang in disarray,
Too hot to fall asleep, tossing and turning.
It was at that time,
Mother would always hold a yellowish palm-leaf fan in her hand,
Constantly around us,
Fanning back and forth in circles,
Letting the gentle breeze blow over us in waves,
Driving away mosquitoes,
Dispelling the unease in our hearts,
Fanning away the hot sweat oozing from our bodies,
Making us feel coolness in waves,
Gradually closing our eyes,
Enjoying the sweetness of sleep.
The whole night,
The palm-leaf fan in mother's hand hardly stopped,
Until the rooster crowed,
A trace of coolness descended to the ground,
Then the palm-leaf fan lowered its head,
Quietly leaning against the edge of the kang.
Nowadays, there are air conditioners,
There are more spacious rooms,
No longer afraid of the hot summer,
Nor afraid of the heat waves.
But whenever it comes to this day,
To the unbearable hot nights,
Before my eyes,
There always sways the palm-leaf fan in mother's hand.
Although that palm-leaf fan is old and yellowish,
The round and black "wind" character,
Smoked by the thick smoke of the kerosene lamp on the fan surface,
Also appears in my mind from time to time.
In the hazy dark night,
I can see again,
In the distant horizon,
Mom is still constantly waving that cattail leaf fan,
Sending gusts of cool breeze to my side.
Let me continue to enjoy the refreshing coolness brought by the gentle breeze,
As if returning to that summer of my childhood.
Now it's this sweltering and unbearable hot summer again,
No matter how cool the air conditioner is,
No matter how complete its functions are
No matter how circulating the gentle breeze is,
I always keep murmuring in my heart,
These,
How can they compare to the cattail leaf fan in mom's hand! ...
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