电视剧哭情情感剧本范文母女情

暗恋是一种自毁，是一种伟大的牺牲。暗恋，甚至不需要对象，我们不过站在河边，看着自己的倒影自怜，却以为自己正爱着别人。

爱情和情歌一样，最高境界是余音袅袅。最凄美的不是报仇雪恨，而是遗憾。最好的爱情，必然有遗憾。那遗憾化作余音袅袅，长留心上。最凄美的爱，不必呼天抢地，只是相顾无言。

失望，有时候，也是一种幸福。因为有所期待，才会失望。遗憾，也是一种幸福。因为还有令你遗憾的事情。追寻爱情，然后发现，爱，从来就是一件千回百转的事。

最浪漫的爱是得不到的。最浪漫的情话，是当哪个已经跟你分了手的人打电话来问：“你好吗？”你稀松平常地回答：“我很好。”而其实你还爱着他，你一点也不好。

Scene I A public place

(Enter Sampson and Gregory armed with swords and bucklers)

SampsonGregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals

GregoryNo, for then we should be colliers

SampsonI mean, an we be in choler we'll draw

GregoryAy, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar

SampsonI strike quickly, being moved

GregoryBut thou art not quickly moved to strike

SampsonA dog of the house of Montague moves me

GregoryTo move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away

SampsonA dog of that house shall move me to stand:I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's

GregoryThat shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to thewall

SampsonTrue; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague's menfrom the wall and thrust his maids to the wall

GregoryThe quarrel is between our masters and us their men

Sampson'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant:when I have fought with the men I will be cruel with the maids,I will cut off their heads

GregoryThe heads of the maids

SampsonAy, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;take it in what sense thou wilt

GregoryThey must take it in sense that feel it

SampsonMe they shall feel while I am able to stand:and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh

Gregory'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst,thou hadst been poor-John--Draw thy tool;Here comes two of the house of Montagues

SampsonMy naked weapon is out: quarrel! I will back thee

GregoryHow! turn thy back and run

SampsonFear me not

GregoryNo, marry; I fear thee!

SampsonLet us take the law of our sides; let them begin

GregoryI will frown as I pass by; and let them take it as theylist

SampsonNay, as they dare I will bite my thumb at them; which isdisgrace to them if they bear it

(Enter Abraham and Balthasar)

AbrahamDo you bite your thumb at us, sir

SampsonI do bite my thumb, sir

AbrahamDo you bite your thumb at us, sir

SampsonIs the law of our side if I say ay

GregoryNo

SampsonNo, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite mythumb, sir

GregoryDo you quarrel, sir

AbrahamQuarrel, sir! no, sir

SampsonBut if you do, sir, am for you: I serve as good a man asyou

AbrahamNo better

SampsonWell, sir

GregorySay better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen

SampsonYes, better, sir

AbrahamYou lie

SampsonDraw, if you be men--Gregory, remember thy swashing blow

(They fight)

(Enter Benvolio)

BenvolioPart, fools! put up your swords; you know not what you do(Beats down their swords)

(Enter Tybalt)

TybaltWhat, art thou drawn among these heartless hindsTurn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death

BenvolioI do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,Or manage it to part these men with me

TybaltWhat, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the wordAs I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:Have at thee, coward!

(They fight)

(Enter several of both Houses, who join the fray; then enterCitizens with clubs)

1 CitizenClubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!

(Enter Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet)

CapuletWhat noise is this--Give me my long sword, ho!

Lady CapuletA crutch, a crutch!--Why call you for a sword

CapuletMy sword, I say!--Old Montague is come,And flourishes his blade in spite of me

(Enter Montague and his Lady Montague)

MontagueThou villain Capulet!-- Hold me not, let me go

Lady MontagueThou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe

(Enter Prince, with Attendants)

PrinceRebellious subjects, enemies to peace,Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--Will they not hear--What, ho! you men, you beasts,That quench the fire of your pernicious rageWith purple fountains issuing from your veins,--On pain of torture, from those bloody handsThrow your mistemper'd weapons to the groundAnd hear the sentence of your moved prince--Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets;And made Verona's ancient citizensCast by their grave beseeming ornaments,To wield old partisans, in hands as old,Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:If ever you disturb our streets again,Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peaceFor this time, all the rest depart away:--You, Capulet, shall go along with me;--And, Montague, come you this afternoon,To know our farther pleasure in this case,To old Free-town, our common judgment-place--Once more, on pain of death, all men depart

(Exeunt Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady Capulet, Tybalt,Citizens, and Servants)

MontagueWho set this ancient quarrel new abroach--Speak, nephew, were you by when it began

BenvolioHere were the servants of your adversaryAnd yours, close fighting ere I did approach:I drew to part them: in the instant cameThe fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd;Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears,He swung about his head, and cut the winds,Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn:While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,Came more and more, and fought on part and part,Till the prince came, who parted either part

Lady MontagueO, where is Romeo--saw you him to-day--Right glad I am he was not at this fray

BenvolioMadam, an hour before the worshipp'd sunPeer'd forth the golden window of the east,A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;Where,--underneath the grove of sycamoreThat westward rooteth from the city's side,--So early walking did I see your son:Towards him I made; but he was ware of me,And stole into the covert of the wood:I, measuring his affections by my own,--That most are busied when they're most alone,--Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his,And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me

MontagueMany a morning hath he there been seen,With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs:But all so soon as the all-cheering sunShould in the farthest east begin to drawThe shady curtains from Aurora's bed,Away from light steals home my heavy son,And private in his chamber pens himself;Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight outAnd makes himself an artificial night:Black and portentous must this humour prove,Unless good counsel may the cause remove

BenvolioMy noble uncle, do you know the cause

MontagueI neither know it nor can learn of him

BenvolioHave you importun'd him by any means

MontagueBoth by myself and many other friends;But he, his own affections' counsellor,Is to himself,--I will not say how true,--But to himself so secret and so close,So far from sounding and discovery,As is the bud bit with an envious wormEre he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,Or dedicate his beauty to the sunCould we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,We would as willingly give cure as know

BenvolioSee, where he comes: so please you step aside;I'll know his grievance or be much denied

MontagueI would thou wert so happy by thy stayTo hear true shrift--Come, madam, let's away,

--And she's fair

(Exeunt Montague and Lady)

(Enter Romeo)

BenvolioGood morrow, cousin

RomeoIs the day so young

BenvolioBut new struck nine

RomeoAy me! sad hours seem longWas that my father that went hence so fast

BenvolioIt was--What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours

RomeoNot having that which, having, makes them short

BenvolioIn love

RomeoOut,--

BenvolioOf love

RomeoOut of her favour where I am in love

BenvolioAlas, that love, so gentle in his view,Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

RomeoAlas that love, whose view is muffled still,Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!--Where shall we dine--O me!--What fray was hereYet tell me not, for I have heard it allHere's much to do with hate, but more with love:--Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!O anything, of nothing first create!O heavy lightness! serious vanity!Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!--This love feel I, that feel no love in thisDost thou not laugh

BenvolioNo, coz, I rather weep

RomeoGood heart, at what

she's fair I love

BenvolioAt thy good heart's oppression

RomeoWhy, such is love's transgression--Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast;Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prestWith more of thine: this love that thou hast shownDoth add more grief to too much of mine ownLove is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs;Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:What is it else a madness most discreet,A choking gall, and a preserving sweet--Farewell, my coz

(Going)

BenvolioSoft! I will go along:An if you leave me so, you do me wrong

RomeoTut! I have lost myself; I am not here:This is not Romeo, he's some other where

BenvolioTell me in sadness who is that you love

RomeoWhat, shall I groan and tell thee

BenvolioGroan! why, no;But sadly tell me who

RomeoBid a sick man in sadness make his will,--Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill!--In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman

BenvolioI aim'd so near when I suppos'd you lov'd

RomeoA right good markman!--And she's fair I love

BenvolioA right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit

RomeoWell, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hitWith Cupid's arrow,--she hath Dian's wit;And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'dShe will not stay the siege of loving termsNor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes,Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:O, she's rich in beauty; only poorThat, when she dies, with beauty dies her store

BenvolioThen she hath sworn that she will still live chaste

RomeoShe hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste;For beauty, starv'd with her severity,Cuts beauty off from all posterityShe is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair,To merit bliss by making me despair:She hath forsworn to love; and in that vowDo I live dead that live to tell it now

BenvolioBe rul'd by me, forget to think of her

RomeoO, teach me how I should forget to think

BenvolioBy giving liberty unto thine eyes;Examine other beauties

Romeo'Tis the wayTo call hers, exquisite, in question more:These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows,Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair;He that is strucken blind cannot forgetThe precious treasure of his eyesight lost:Show me a mistress that is passing fair,What doth her beauty serve but as a noteWhere I may read who pass'd that passing fairFarewell: thou canst not teach me to forget

BenvolioI'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt

(Exeunt)

Scene II A Street

(Enter Capulet, Paris, and Servant)

CapuletBut Montague is bound as well as I,In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,For men so old as we to keep the peace

ParisOf honourable reckoning are you both;And pity 'tis you liv'd at odds so longBut now, my lord, what say you to my suit

CapuletBut saying o'er what I have said before:My child is yet a stranger in the world,She hath not seen the change of fourteen years;Let two more summers wither in their prideEre we may think her ripe to be a bride

ParisYounger than she are happy mothers made

CapuletAnd too soon marr'd are those so early madeThe earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she,--She is the hopeful lady of my earth:But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,My will to her consent is but a part;An she agree, within her scope of choiceLies my consent and fair according voiceThis night I hold an old accustom'd feast,Whereto I have invited many a guest,Such as I love; and you among the store,One more, most welcome, makes my number moreAt my poor house look to behold this nightEarth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:Such comfort as do lusty young men feelWhen well apparell'd April on the heelOf limping winter treads, even such delightAmong fresh female buds shall you this nightInherit at my house; hear all, all see,And like her most whose merit most shall be:Which, among view of many, mine, being one,May stand in number, though in reckoning noneCome, go with me--Go, sirrah, trudge aboutThrough fair Verona; find those persons outWhose names are written there, (gives a paper) and to them say,My house and welcome on their pleasure stay

(Exeunt Capulet and Paris)

sadness who is that

ServantFind them out whose names are written here!It is written that the shoemaker should meddle withhis yard and the tailor with his last, the fisher withhis pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I amsent to find those persons whose names are here writ,and can never find what names the writing personhath here writ I must to the learned:--in good time!

(Enter Benvolio and Romeo)

BenvolioTut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;One desperate grief cures with another's languish:Take thou some new infection to thy eye,And the rank poison of the old will die

RomeoYour plantain-leaf is excellent for that

BenvolioFor what, I pray thee

RomeoFor your broken shin

BenvolioWhy, Romeo, art thou mad

RomeoNot mad, but bound more than a madman is;Shut up in prison, kept without my food,Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow

ServantGod gi' go-den--I pray, sir, can you read

RomeoAy, mine own fortune in my misery

ServantPerhaps you have learned it without book:but I pray, can you read anything you see

RomeoAy, If I know the letters and the language

ServantYe say honestly: rest you merry!

RomeoStay, fellow; I can read (Reads)'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;County Anselmo and his beauteous sisters; thelady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio andhis lovely nieces; Mercutio and his brotherValentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife, anddaughters; my fair niece Rosaline; Livia; SigniorValentio and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio and thelively Helena'A fair assembly (Gives back the paper): whither should theycome

ServantUp

RomeoWhither

ServantTo supper; to our house

RomeoWhose house

ServantMy master's

RomeoIndeed I should have ask'd you that before

ServantNow I'll tell you without asking: my master is the greatrich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues,I pray, come and crush a cup of wine Rest you merry!

(Exit)

BenvolioAt this same ancient feast of Capulet'sSups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st;With all the admired beauties of VeronaGo thither; and, with unattainted eye,Compare her face with some that I shall show,And I will make thee think thy swan a crow

RomeoWhen the devout religion of mine eyeMaintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;And these,--who, often drown'd, could never die,--Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!One fairer than my love the all-seeing sunNe'er saw her match since first the world begun

lov'd love a

BenvolioTut, you saw her fair, none else being by,Herself pois'd with herself in either eye:But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'dYour lady's love against some other maidThat I will show you shining at this feast,And she shall scant show well that now shows best

RomeoI'll go along, no such sight to be shown,But to rejoice in splendour of my own

(Exeunt)

Scene III Room in Capulet's House

(Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurse)

Lady CapuletNurse, where's my daughter call her forth to me

NurseNow, by my maidenhea,--at twelve year old,--I bade her come--What, lamb! what ladybird!--God forbid!--where's this girl--what, Juliet!

(Enter Juliet)

JulietHow now, who calls

NurseYour mother

JulietMadam, I am here What is your will

Lady CapuletThis is the matter,--Nurse, give leave awhile,We must talk in secret: nurse, come back again;I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counselThou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age

NurseFaith, I can tell her age unto an hour

Lady CapuletShe's not fourteen

NurseI'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,--She is not fourteen How long is it nowTo Lammas-tide

Lady CapuletA fortnight and odd days

NurseEven or odd, of all days in the year,Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteenSusan and she,--God rest all Christian souls!--Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;She was too good for me:--but, as I said,On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;That shall she, marry; I remember it well'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it--,Of all the days of the year, upon that day:For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;My lord and you were then at Mantua:Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,When it did taste the wormwood on the nippleOf my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug!Shake, quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,To bid me trudgeAnd since that time it is eleven years;For then she could stand alone; nay, by the roodShe could have run and waddled all about;For even the day before, she broke her brow:And then my husband,--God be with his soul!'A was a merry man,--took up the child:'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy faceThou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;Wilt thou not, Jule' and, by my holidame,The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:'To see now how a jest shall come about!I warrant, an I should live a thousand yeas,I never should forget it; 'Wilt thou not, Jule' quoth he;And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said 'Ay'

Lady CapuletEnough of this; I pray thee hold thy peace

NurseYes, madam;--yet I cannot choose but laugh,To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:'And yet, I warrant, it had upon its browA bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly'Yea,' quoth my husband, 'fall'st upon thy faceThou wilt fall backward when thou com'st to age;Wilt thou not, Jule' it stinted, and said 'Ay'

JulietAnd stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I

NursePeace, I have done God mark thee to his grace!Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd:An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish

Lady CapuletMarry, that marry is the very themeI came to talk of--Tell me, daughter Juliet,How stands your disposition to be married

为什么我眼里常含泪水，因为我爱这深沉的土地"，这是作家艾青先生的一句名言。我是出生并生长在农场的知青后代，虽说现在已在城市里工作。可我仍对农场或兵团人有着一份天生的感情。也为祖国农场近年来的可喜变化感到骄傲与自豪。

　　 尽管由于特定的时代、特定的原因，农场中的绝大多数人离开了这块土地，但是他们始终把这里当作自己的第二故乡。但直到目前，仍有很多的知青和广大农工们和他们的后代工作在垦区各条战线的岗位上，为祖国的建设奉献自已的一生。

　　 透过漫长的历史烟尘，我们可以看到，农场人或兵团人是一个独特的群体。它并非是由本地人口自然繁衍形成的，也不是一个民族、一个地域人口的简单迁徒。在农场和兵团的开发史中，除西藏、港澳台外，来自祖国各地的转复军人、支边青年、科技人员、知识青年，前赴后继，一波又一波地向这片古老的荒原发起集团式的冲击！并最终征服了它。在十分艰苦恶劣的环境下，在异常复杂曲折的斗争中，靠什么将如此众多地域、众多层次的人群，凝聚在一面拓荒的旗帜下。他们依靠的唯有继承人民军队光荣传统、高扬创业与奉献旗帜的农场精神。

　　 对于生活在农场的人来说，有的功成名就，大多却也是默默无闻。但无论是贫与穷或富与贵，这些早年来自五湖四海的人们在第二故乡都有着共同的眷恋着故土的情结和思念家乡的情愫。

　　 正如歌词所唱的“到哪里，到哪里，流水啊请问你流浪到哪里？只有你，只有你能够了解流浪的孤寂。看不完人生的风雨，走不完沉重的步履。我那情深千万缕，总会出现在梦里，出外的人心碎在夜里。有成功，有失败，有泪水的岁月里，异乡梦留下一片空虚。。。”

　　 同时，历史上由于战争,饥荒,兵患,匪祸等因素,各省贫困地区的乡民外逃的很多的他们当初被迫离开多年生活的家乡故土，开始了在异乡辛酸而无奈的漂泊与打拼生活。这些外出的人在当时也是一个很大的数字，他们多分布在湖北省的江汉平原境内的数百个大小农场及新疆和黑龙江北大荒等省份的生产建设兵团或国营农场。

　　 如今，当年外逃的人们早已在外地安家，他们所到之处，虽说并不富裕，有的一生从事着繁重的体力劳动，有的今生却再也没回到他们的故乡。有的功成名就，有的仍是默默无闻，可他们仍思念着故乡。但他们与所在地的人民一道建设着自己的第二故乡，溶入了当地的社会，尤其是他们的后代，语言风俗等早与当地人无异，可他们的祖籍仍是外省。他们的吃苦耐劳，真诚善良坦诚，与世无争的等品格也赢得了当地人的尊重。

　　 或许在家乡，这些早年离家的人，由于离开了家乡，家乡人已把他们当作外省的蛮子。而在异乡，虽说他们早已溶入当地人的生活，可外省人却仍把他们当作异乡人。可有谁知道，他们这些早年离开家乡人的辛酸与无奈：在异乡，除了要养活自家老小，还在顾及远在家乡的亲朋好友。

　　 我幼年在农场时亲眼看到，每逢过节时回老家探亲时，有一个瘦弱的河南中年妇女，携带着自己的孩子，回老家河南时，穿着破烂，却背着几袋子大米等物，坐轮船，赶火车，换汽车，欲回家乡，扛着这么多的东西，又带着孩子，真不知道，她累不累？可她脸上分明当时却透露出回乡时的喜悦之情。她眼里流露出希望和喜悦，可她的肩膀却不知道又沉载着多少负担与理想。

　　 历史上，中华民族也一直是一个多灾多难的民族但中国劳动人民天生的吃苦耐劳,真诚善良坦诚的等中华民族优秀品质,也是有目共睹的。

　　 之前，有些回城的知青也写过知青的文学。可作为知青的后代，我个人认为他们所写的“灰涩”面较多。毕竟这已成为历史和过去。何必牢骚满腹，一蹶不振呢？要知道，知青们累了还可以喊苦，叫累着并回城。而这些当时并没回城、至少仍生活在这儿的知青们和广大生活在农场和兵团的大量农工们及其后代呢？要知道，当时知青们所经历的的生活，只是中国农村大地上几亿劳动人普通的生活而已。

　　 所以，作为一名生活在农场的知青的后代，我想通过这部作品来写一写我们生活平凡的广大生活在祖国各地的农场人或兵团人。这是一部亲情、平民、和怀旧的言情大片。在文中，我并没刻意去说农场或兵团的好，只是通过剧中人物来真实反映农场人真诚善良坦诚的吃苦耐劳等品格。争取打造一部影视励志言情歌舞大作,从而无形中,也力树知青儿女和广大农工的后代在平凡的生活中，在异乡和家乡所做出杰出的成绩。

　　言情歌舞励志电视连续剧——《我的家乡是农场》

　　 二十二集电视连续剧《我的家乡是农场》 通过对剧中在农场的知青男女主人公及他们的父辈在面对利益、事业、爱情纠葛所产生的矛盾冲突，阐释了执著，得失之间的辨证关系和家乡那中割舍不断的乡情。剧中通过细节描写，展示了感天动地的母女情、母子情、兄妹情、姐弟情、邻里情、恋人情、同学情、战友情、故乡情等。通过对母亲蓝秀妮，马丽，乔小俐等人物的刻画，作品所蕴涵出的人间真情无不感人至深，催人泪下。。。。。。

　　 俗话说，只要中国有人的地方，就会有农场。作品一方面反映出农场人勤劳、吃苦、憨厚、真诚、善良的美德，也反映了农场不同时期的变化；同时通过对乔家造成的悲剧描写揭示出悲剧形成的原因是特定时代的产物；而乔家几代人的悲欢离合的描写，更表达了海峡两岸人民盼望祖国能早日统一的急切心情。

　　 本剧以“情”贯穿始终，格调高雅，洋溢着青春的热情和激情，讴歌了人间至真至上的真情。

　　 本剧故事以乔家三代人的悲欢离合情感发展为主线，交叉发展着另外几条男女情感纠葛的副线，来反应不同时期的真情的独特性。剧中主要人物关系复杂，情节曲折，引人入胜。本剧剧中人物性格鲜明突出，各有所异。在故事情节发展中，各自表现出爱憎分明，优劣所异的个性。

　　 本剧几段感情的交织，细腻的情感刻画，跌宕起伏的剧情发展，再加上精良的制作，就是一部让人看了不得不感动、亢奋、为之流泪的言情剧。

　　 本剧定位为：由青春偶像的演员来演绎，幽默处机智诙谐、感人时荡气回肠、煽情时不忘发人深思的言情剧。剧中有大量在外知青的思乡感情、知青生活积极的一面、农村中学时代及大学时代的校园纯真感情及爱情的描写以及大量的红色经典歌舞片断和时代气息的元素、广播电视等吸引众人眼球的场面。

　　 本剧情节曲直有度、亦张亦弛，言情细腻委婉，语言具有时代感，根据不同的人物性格而各具特色，力争做到雅俗共赏、老少咸宜。力争打造成一部亲情、平民和怀旧的感情戏、红色经典歌舞、红色经典歌舞和军旅戏的言情励志大片。

　　 剧中年度跨越：1948——1996

有。《告别诗》是一个以现代情感为主题的剧本，截止2022年11月4日，《告别诗》剧本杀有《告别诗2》，该剧本充满了欢乐和青春气息，需要3男3女合计6名玩家参与剧本，主要讲述了几个好朋友的青春故事。