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史敏不适合现代戏，声音是软的，给不上力。

听了音乐就会让感动的歌剧，音乐总体上总感觉超过了芭蕾 沂蒙 的，我是最不愿看歌剧和中国戏曲剧的人，却对这个剧非常有好感

你们推翻了一个旧世界 没错但创造了一个更烂的世界

两党挣政权不惜残酷杀生可惜了那些蒙在鼓里的

武装暴动杀死了多少无辜 其实墙壁合理

念白都很差不管是正派反派 特别是沈养斋 没有空政的哪位好

死心眼当时想不通

甫志高唱的最好是不是特意安排的？

杨二嫂最起码减重100磅 才合适

江姐如果活着一定后悔得很呐

“告诉他要当好革命接班人” 可惜呀可惜得很呀 当资本主义接班人去了

想不到上海歌剧院的乐队力量特别是弦乐那么单薄

太西洋化多一点民族味更好

江姐细听还唱得不错

没有国母演得好

可惜你们的孩子和你不一条心

老太婆的儿子快成了老太婆的弟弟

是不是漂亮的演员都潤了

江姐的儿子都背叛了你们的所谓事业

长得很像江烈士

不要因为烈士江竹筠长得难看就找难看的演员

为什么不找个年轻的长得漂亮一点的？

Best contemporary Chinese Opera so far since the communist revolution in 1949. It will go down in history to become a classic hundreds of years from now, while the revolutionary operas are totally forgotten.

敬告：因版权问题，该影片好多片段触发禁播处置，为了该影片还能播放，只得将这些片段一一删除，虽然无法观看完整影片，但聊胜于无法观看，敬请谅解。

这是在尽力复刻经典。很不错。比国家大剧院那个大量篡改原本音乐的新编《洪》剧要好多了。经典就是要如此细心呵护。现在这个剧团的乐队配器比原版的丰富多了，音乐氛围因此好了很多。客观地说，主角马娅琴的嗓音条件比王玉珍的好，唱腔很有西洋歌剧味，但恰是这个剧应尽量少一点这种味。王玉珍的朴实唱腔倒是很贴合革命年代的风格。

赤卫队表演者个个都养的太胖墩了。这个形象应该要精炼干瘦一点为好。这么年轻的演员就这么胖，也不利于个人健康啊。

Great movie love itvso much

我们广西人的骄傲-😊😊😊

一边看一边笑，那红缨枪陈，跟义和团很xxx

太祖时代， 中国文艺的创新带来了无数的艺术巅峰， 后人至今无法超越，这台歌舞剧是一部伟大的作品，延安时代的歌剧白毛女，六十年代的芭蕾舞红色娘子军，风靡欧洲，这些剧目都开创了中国艺术史上永远无法超越的巅峰。

可惜的是王玉珍的韩英成了绝唱，中国的民族歌剧越来越洋化了。这种地地道道的民歌唱腔已经绝迹了，象王玉珍老师这种纯粹的带有地方特色的原生态唱法，应该加以继承，这些才是最具民族特色的民族歌剧的魂。包括傅锦华的刘三姐、郭兰英的白毛女都成了绝唱。

这是新编《洪湖赤卫队》，和原剧差距明显。经典剧作还是应该忠实于原创为好。不同的芭蕾舞团演出《天鹅湖》，不会把原作的音乐乱改吧。而是每个音符、每个节拍都竭尽全力还原。

很可惜，1:03“11”，韩英狱中那个唱段里的那句“千斤铁链，怎能够锁住我韩英”被漏掉了“锁住我”。

"The Song of Everlasting Regret" by Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty) The Emperor of Han, obsessed with beauty, sought an enchanting woman for many years but could not find one. The Yang family had a daughter who grew up in the inner chambers, unknown to the world. She was naturally beautiful and could not remain obscure. One day, she was chosen to serve by the Emperor's side. With one glance and a smile, she radiated countless charms, causing all the palace maidens to lose their color. In the spring cold, she was granted a bath in the Huaqing Pool, the warm spring water smoothing her delicate skin. Her maidservants helped her up, delicate and weak; this was when she newly received the Emperor's favor. Her cloud-like hair, flower-like face, and golden hairpins swayed, and under the warm hibiscus canopy, they spent spring nights. Spring nights were all too short; the Emperor rose late, neglecting his morning court sessions. Indulging in pleasure, he had no leisure time; spring days were for spring outings, and nights were for nights alone. In the harem of three thousand beauties, all of his love was centered on one. Her chamber adorned with gold, she attended him at night; after feasting in the jade tower, they reveled in springtime intoxication. Her siblings were ennobled, bringing honor to their family. Thus, the hearts of parents throughout the land no longer preferred sons over daughters. The high pavilion of Li Palace reached into the blue clouds, where the celestial music could be heard everywhere. With slow songs and gentle dances, the silk and bamboo music captivated the Emperor all day long. Suddenly, the war drums from Yuyang shook the ground, interrupting the "Rainbow Skirt and Feathered Dress" dance. Smoke and dust rose from the nine-tiered palace gates; the Emperor and his entourage moved southwest with thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag swayed, moving and stopping, and they went over a hundred miles west of the capital's gates. The six armies did not advance, helplessly watching as the delicate beauty died before the horse. Her golden hairpin fell to the ground, uncollected, along with her jade comb and hair ornaments. The Emperor covered his face and could not save her, looking back as blood and tears mingled and flowed. Yellow dust spread, and the wind grew bleak. They ascended Jian Pavilion amidst winding clouds. Under Mount Emei, few people traveled; the flags lost their luster, and the sunlight was dim. The water of the Shu River was green, and the Shu mountains were blue. The Emperor's feelings lingered from dawn till dusk. Seeing the moon at the palace, he felt sorrow; hearing the bells in the night rain, his heart broke. The sky spun, the earth turned, and the Emperor hesitated to leave. Beneath Mawei slope, in the mud, he could no longer see her jade-like face, only the empty place where she died. Emperor and ministers looked at each other, tears soaking their robes, returning to the capital with heavy hearts. Upon returning, the gardens were as they had been, the hibiscus in the Taiye Pond and the willows at Weiyang Palace. The hibiscus like her face, the willows like her eyebrows, how could he not shed tears upon seeing them? When the peach and plum trees blossomed in the spring breeze, and when the leaves of the parasol trees fell in the autumn rain, The west palace and southern interior grew with autumn grass, and fallen leaves covered the red steps. The musicians of the Pear Garden were white-haired, and the eunuchs of the Pepper Room were aged. In the evening, fireflies flew in the deserted halls, and a solitary lamp burned out before sleep came. The slow sound of bells and drums signaled the long night, and the stars in the Milky Way began to dim before dawn. The mandarin-duck tiles were cold, the frost heavy; who shared the chilly jade quilt with him? For years, they were separated by life and death, her soul never once entering his dreams. A Taoist from Lingqiong and a visitor from Hongdu, with sincere devotion, could summon her spirit. Moved by the Emperor's longing, they earnestly sought her soul. They soared through the skies and rode the wind like lightning, searching high and low, but could not find her. They exhausted the heavens and the underworld, but she was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, they heard of an immortal mountain over the sea, shrouded in mist and clouds. A delicate pavilion with five-colored clouds rose, and within, many fairies resided. Among them was a lady named Taizhen, with a complexion like snow and a face like flowers. At the west chamber of the golden palace, they knocked on the jade door, and Xiao Yu reported to Shuangcheng. Hearing that the envoy of the Han Emperor had arrived, her soul was startled in the nine-flower canopy. She hurriedly dressed, pushing aside the pearl curtains and silver screens. With her hair half undone from sleep and her flower crown askew, she descended the hall. The wind lifted her fairy sleeves as she danced gracefully, resembling the "Rainbow Skirt and Feathered Dress" dance. Her jade-like face was lonely, tears streaming down; like a pear blossom with spring rain. With affectionate glances, she bid farewell to the Emperor; their voices and forms would remain forever distant. The love and affection in the Zhaoyang Hall were gone; in the Penglai Palace, the days and months were eternal. Looking back at the human world below, she saw only dust and fog over Chang'an. She sent her deep feelings through old tokens, a golden hairpin and an ornamental box. One half of the hairpin and a piece of the box were sent to him, the hairpin broken, the box divided. But as long as their hearts were as firm as gold, they would meet again in heaven or on earth. Before parting, she earnestly sent a final message, with a vow known only to their hearts. On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the Longevity Hall, they whispered in the dead of night. In heaven, they wished to be like flying birds; on earth, like intertwined branches. The heavens and earth may come to an end, but this sorrow would endure forever.

《长恨歌》 唐-白居易 汉皇重色思倾国，御宇多年求不得。 杨家有女初长成，养在深闺人未识。 天生丽质难自弃，一朝选在君王侧。 回眸一笑百媚生，六宫粉黛无颜色。 春寒赐浴华清池，温泉水滑洗凝脂。 侍儿扶起娇无力，始是新承恩泽时。 云鬓花颜金步摇，芙蓉帐暖度春宵。 春宵苦短日高起，从此君王不早朝。 承欢侍宴无闲暇，春从春游夜专夜。 后宫佳丽三千人，三千宠爱在一身。 金屋妆成娇侍夜，玉楼宴罢醉和春。 姊妹弟兄皆列土，可怜光彩生门户。 遂令天下父母心，不重生男重生女。 骊宫高处入青云，仙乐风飘处处闻。 缓歌慢舞凝丝竹，尽日君王看不足。 渔阳鼙鼓动地来，惊破霓裳羽衣曲。 九重城阙烟尘生，千乘万骑西南行。 翠华摇摇行复止，西出都门百余里。 六军不发无奈何，宛转蛾眉马前死。 花钿委地无人收，翠翘金雀玉搔头。 君王掩面救不得，回看血泪相和流。 黄埃散漫风萧索，云栈萦纡登剑阁。 峨嵋山下少人行，旌旗无光日色薄。 蜀江水碧蜀山青，圣主朝朝暮暮情。 行宫见月伤心色，夜雨闻铃肠断声。 天旋地转回龙驭，到此踌躇不能去。 马嵬坡下泥土中，不见玉颜空死处。 君臣相顾尽沾衣，东望都门信马归。 归来池苑皆依旧，太液芙蓉未央柳。 芙蓉如面柳如眉，对此如何不泪垂？ 春风桃李花开日，秋雨梧桐叶落时。 西宫南内多秋草，落叶满阶红不扫。 梨园弟子白发新，椒房阿监青娥老。 夕殿萤飞思悄然，孤灯挑尽未成眠。 迟迟钟鼓初长夜，耿耿星河欲曙天。 鸳鸯瓦冷霜华重，翡翠衾寒谁与共？ 悠悠生死别经年，魂魄不曾来入梦。 临邛道士鸿都客，能以精诚致魂魄。 为感君王辗转思，遂教方士殷勤觅。 排空驭气奔如电，升天入地求之遍。 上穷碧落下黄泉，两处茫茫皆不见。 忽闻海上有仙山，山在虚无缥缈间。 楼阁玲珑五云起，其中绰约多仙子。 中有一人字太真，雪肤花貌参差是。 金阙西厢叩玉扃，转教小玉报双成。 闻道汉家天子使，九华帐里梦魂惊。 揽衣推枕起徘徊，珠箔银屏迤逦开。 云鬓半偏新睡觉，花冠不整下堂来。 风吹仙袂飘飖举，犹似霓裳羽衣舞。 玉容寂寞泪阑干，梨花一枝春带雨。 含情凝睇谢君王，一别音容两渺茫。 昭阳殿里恩爱绝，蓬莱宫中日月长。 回头下望人寰处，不见长安见尘雾。 惟将旧物表深情，钿合金钗寄将去。 钗留一股合一扇，钗擘黄金合分钿。 但令心似金钿坚，天上人间会相见。 临别殷勤重寄词，词中有誓两心知。 七月七日长生殿，夜半无人私语时。 在天愿作比翼鸟，在地愿为连理枝。 天长地久有时尽，此恨绵绵无绝期。

"Spring River, Flower Moon, Night" By Zhang Ruoxu (Tang Dynasty) The spring river's tide flows level with the sea, the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. Gleaming over the waves for thousands of miles, where on the spring river is there no moonlight? The river twists and turns around fragrant fields, the moon shines on flower-filled groves like snow. In the air, the flowing frost seems unnoticed, on the riverbanks, the white sand is invisible. The river and sky are the same color, without a speck of dust, the solitary moon wheel hangs bright in the empty sky. Who first saw the moon by the river? In what year did the moon first shine on people? Life is endless, generation after generation, the river's moon is similar year after year. Who does the river's moon await? Only the long river flows, sending off the water. A piece of white cloud drifts leisurely, on the Blue Maple Bank, the sorrow is unbearable. Whose boat is floating tonight? Where is the moonlit tower of the one who misses their love? Pity the moon wandering above the tower, should shine on the dressing table of the parted one. The jade doors' curtains cannot keep it out, it brushes the clothes-beating stones and returns. At this moment, we look at each other without hearing a word, I wish to follow the moonlight and flow to you. The wild geese fly long, but their light does not reach, fish and dragons dive, the water patterns form. Last night in the idle pool, I dreamed of fallen flowers, pity that spring is half gone, and I haven't returned home. The river flows with spring almost ending, the moon sinks in the river pool and slopes west. The slanted moon sinks deeply into the sea mist, the endless roads of Jie Shi and Xiao Xiang. Who knows how many people have returned by moonlight, the falling moon stirs emotions among the river trees. The spring river's tide flows level with the sea, the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. Gleaming over the waves for thousands of miles, where on the spring river is there no moonlight?

《春江花月夜》 唐-张若虚 春江潮水连海平，海上明月共潮生。 滟滟随波千万里，何处春江无月明！ 江流宛转绕芳甸，月照花林皆似霰； 空里流霜不觉飞，汀上白沙看不见。 江天一色无纤尘，皎皎空中孤月轮。 江畔何人初见月？江月何年初照人？ 人生代代无穷已，江月年年望相似。 不知江月待何人，但见长江送流水。 白云一片去悠悠，青枫浦上不胜愁。 谁家今夜扁舟子？何处相思明月楼？ 可怜楼上月徘徊，应照离人妆镜台。 玉户帘中卷不去，捣衣砧上拂还来。 此时相望不相闻，愿逐月华流照君。 鸿雁长飞光不度，鱼龙潜跃水成文。 昨夜闲潭梦落花，可怜春半不还家。 江水流春去欲尽，江潭落月复西斜。 斜月沉沉藏海雾，碣石潇湘无限路。 不知乘月几人归，落月摇情满江树。 春江潮水连海平，海上明月共潮生。 滟滟随波千万里，何处春江无月明！

"The Hard Road to Shu" By Li Bai (Tang Dynasty) Oh, alas! How perilous and high! The road to Shu is harder than ascending the sky! From Can Cong and Yu Fu, the kingdom's founding seems so vague! In the forty-eight thousand years since, there has been no human traffic between Shu and Qin. To the west lies Tai Bai, with a bird's path that can cross over the summit of Emei. Only after landslides crushed mountains and warriors died, Were stone bridges and sky ladders connected. Above, there are the high peaks that seem to bring back the sun with their six dragons, Below, there are torrents twisting through ravines. Even the yellow crane cannot pass through, and monkeys in sorrow find it hard to climb. How winding and tortuous the Green Mud Road is, Turning nine times in every hundred steps around cliffs and crags. Gasping, one touches the stars and gazes down into the deep abyss, With hands on the chest, sitting in long sighs. When will you return from the west, I ask? The fearful path is too steep to climb. Only sad birds cry in the ancient trees, The male flies, the female follows, circling the forest. The cuckoo’s lament is heard under the night moon, echoing in the desolate mountains. The road to Shu is harder than ascending the sky, hearing this makes one’s complexion pale! The peaks rise high, nearly touching the sky, Dead pines hang inverted, clinging to the sheer cliffs. Rushing torrents and waterfalls roar, competing in noise, Stones crashing down the ravines, like thunder in ten thousand valleys. Such is the danger, oh, why do you, travelers, come this way? The Sword Gate stands rugged and steep, One man guards it, and ten thousand cannot open it. If the defender is not trustworthy, he turns into a wolf or a jackal. In the morning, avoiding fierce tigers; in the evening, avoiding long snakes, Grinding teeth, sucking blood, killing people like hemp. Though Brocade City (Chengdu) is said to be joyful, It’s better to return home early. The road to Shu is harder than ascending the sky, I gaze westward, long sighing!

《蜀道难》 唐-李白 噫吁嚱，危乎高哉！ 蜀道之难，难于上青天！ 蚕丛及鱼凫，开国何茫然！ 尔来四万八千岁，不与秦塞通人烟。 西当太白有鸟道，可以横绝峨眉巅。 地崩山摧壮士死，然后天梯石栈相钩连。 上有六龙回日之高标，下有冲波逆折之回川。 黄鹤之飞尚不得过，猿猱欲度愁攀援。 青泥何盘盘，百步九折萦岩峦。 扪参历井仰胁息，以手抚膺坐长叹。 问君西游何时还？畏途巉岩不可攀。 但见悲鸟号古木，雄飞雌从绕林间。 又闻子规啼夜月，愁空山。 蜀道之难，难于上青天，使人听此凋朱颜！ 连峰去天不盈尺，枯松倒挂倚绝壁。 飞湍瀑流争喧豗，砯崖转石万壑雷。 其险也如此，嗟尔远道之人胡为乎来哉！ 剑阁峥嵘而崔嵬，一夫当关，万夫莫开。 所守或匪亲，化为狼与豺。 朝避猛虎，夕避长蛇；磨牙吮血，杀人如麻。 锦城虽云乐，不如早还家。 蜀道之难，难于上青天，侧身西望长咨嗟！

"The Straw Hut Wrecked by the Autumn Wind" By Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) In the high autumn of August, the fierce wind roars, It sweeps away the three layers of thatch from my roof. The thatch flies across the river, sprinkling the riverbank, The higher ones hang on the tops of the tall trees, The lower ones swirl and sink into the ponds. Children from the southern village bully me, the powerless old man, How can I bear to face these thieves? Brazenly, they carry the thatch into the bamboo grove, My lips are parched, my mouth dry, and I cannot call out. Returning home, I lean on my staff and sigh. After a while, the wind calms and the clouds turn black, The autumn sky grows desolate as darkness approaches. The old quilt is cold as iron, My little child sleeps poorly, tearing it apart with his restless feet. The roof leaks above the bed with no dry spot, The rain pours like hemp, never ceasing. Since the chaos and turmoil, I have had little sleep, How can one endure a long, wet night? Oh, how I wish for a grand mansion with countless rooms, To shelter all the cold scholars under heaven with joy! Unmoved by the wind and rain, as stable as a mountain. Alas! When will I see such a house appear before me, Even if my humble hut is broken, I would gladly freeze to death!

《茅屋为秋风所破歌》 唐-杜甫 八月秋高风怒号， 卷我屋上三重茅。 茅飞渡江洒江郊， 高者挂罥长林梢， 下者飘转沉塘坳。 南村群童欺我老无力， 忍能对面为盗贼。 公然抱茅入竹去， 唇焦口燥呼不得， 归来倚杖自叹息。 俄顷风定云墨色， 秋天漠漠向昏黑。 布衾多年冷似铁， 娇儿恶卧踏里裂。 床头屋漏无干处， 雨脚如麻未断绝。 自经丧乱少睡眠， 长夜沾湿何由彻！ 安得广厦千万间， 大庇天下寒士俱欢颜！ 风雨不动安如山。 呜呼！何时眼前突兀见此屋， 吾庐独破受冻死亦足！

“李杜文章在，光焰万丈长”，多年前《中国唐宋名篇音乐朗诵会》风靡北京进而风靡神州大地，一度成为中国舞台上文学与音乐契合的一面旗帜。《中国唐宋名篇音乐朗诵会·盛唐光焰》正是在此品牌基础上精选盛唐名篇作为节目核心，诗文配乐的朗诵方式可使观众最直接、最真切的感受盛唐诗坛的万丈光焰。在朗诵会上，著名语言艺术家方明将带领观众欣赏到朗诵李白的《将进酒》，大起大落的文段如大河奔流，纵横捭阖，力能扛鼎；肖雄诠释刘禹锡的《陋室铭》，淡薄高雅中的闲情逸致；凯丽温婉悦人的朗诵与民乐古曲交相辉映的《春江花月夜》；由、合作朗诵的,感人至深，憾人心灵；为了纪念)先生“永不消逝”声波，朗诵会还安排了一个特别的环节--现场播放1999年孙道临先生朗诵的《琵琶行》录音，观众将在这首乐律感极强的诗文中感受到这位声音大师的独特魅力。

“李杜文章在，光焰万丈长”，多年前《中国唐宋名篇音乐朗诵会》风靡北京进而风靡神州大地，一度成为中国舞台上文学与音乐契合的一面旗帜。《中国唐宋名篇音乐朗诵会·盛唐光焰》正是在此品牌基础上精选盛唐名篇作为节目核心，诗文配乐的朗诵方式可使观众最直接、最真切的感受盛唐诗坛的万丈光焰。在朗诵会上，著名语言艺术家方明将带领观众欣赏到朗诵李白的《将进酒》，大起大落的文段如大河奔流，纵横捭阖，力能扛鼎；肖雄诠释刘禹锡的《陋室铭》，淡薄高雅中的闲情逸致；凯丽温婉悦人的朗诵与民乐古曲交相辉映的《春江花月夜》；由、合作朗诵的,感人至深，憾人心灵；为了纪念)先生“永不消逝”声波，朗诵会还安排了一个特别的环节--现场播放1999年孙道临先生朗诵的《琵琶行》录音，观众将在这首乐律感极强的诗文中感受到这位声音大师的独特魅力。

孙道临老师是《中国唐宋名篇音乐朗诵会》的元老，自1999年首演以来，一直是这个剧组备受尊敬的台柱，他朗诵的《琵琶行》，深沉大气，每每演出掌声如潮。当年一家媒体这样报道：“德高望重的著名表演艺术家孙道临虽年事已高，但风采不减当年。一曲《琵琶行》，司马青衫湿。他吟诵此诗时泪洒衣衫的动情一幕至今仍令观众难以忘怀”。孙老一生为我们留下无数富有魅力的影视角色，而他在舞台上的最后形象，定格在《中国唐宋名篇音乐朗诵会》的演出中。

1999年首演的“但愿人长久--中国唐宋名篇音乐朗诵会”，电影艺术家孙道临老师朗诵了《琵琶行》，在中山公园音乐堂等地演出时好评如潮。

非常棒，👍

一种幽怨的美！🌹

好美的景色，好美的朗诵👍🌹

文字好，声音好！配乐和画面配着今子老师的声音，让人感到怡然平静。

好诗好诵！