"Ye Huang, can you sing a song for me?" After looking at Victoria Bay in the distance for a while, Nangong Qingyin, who was a little tired of aesthetics, turned to Ye Huang with an expectant look on his face and said.
"What song?"
""Pearl of the Orient", I like it very much. When Hong Kong returned to China in 1997, I cried while listening to it. I believe that there will be no other song in the world that describes Hong Kong that can compare to this one.
Song." Nangong Qingyin made a decision about "Pearl of the Orient" in her heart in an almost paranoid tone.
Ye Huang is naturally very familiar with "Pearl of the Orient". When Andy Lau and Na Ying sang this song at Yenching University in Yenching, he sat in the audience.
As a killer, he should be extremely cold-blooded, but this song, at that period, touched the hearts of almost every Chinese person, including Ye Huang.
Just like Zhang Mingmin singing "My Chinese Heart" abroad, every sound of the melody brings Ye Huang a spiritual sublimation. This spiritual baptism is important for Ye Huang to always firmly believe that he is a Chinese.
Source power.
It is precisely for this reason that Ye Huang will almost never be absent from every performance that Zhang Mingmin performs abroad. This is a kind of paranoia, and it is also a kind of sustenance for the Chinese soul living in a foreign country, and people like him are still
Not a few.
Thinking of Zhang Mingmin, who has lost some of his original voice, singing "My Chinese Heart" in a way without much gorgeous skills, what Ye Huang saw was often the torrential tears of every Chinese wanderer in a foreign country below.
It's as if every syllable of this song is so magical and infectious that it makes people unable to control their tear ducts.
The same was true for Pearl of the Orient in 1997. It could touch the hearts of almost every Chinese with patriotic feelings.
It is true that Ye Huang knew that "Pearl of the Orient" was not originally made for the return of Hong Kong in 1997, but Luo Dayou's "Pearl of the Orient" used a kind of compatriots' feelings and a kind of compassion to tell the story of the Hong Kong people at that time.
The hesitation and worry when returning to the motherland.
It is this realm that is consistent with the historical moment that allowed "Pearl of the Orient" to be sung across the land of China in a devastating way. At that time, even people who could no longer sing could hum a few lines.
Just like the "Song of the Seven Sons" that was sung when Macau returned to China in 1999, even if you can't sing it, you can still hum it. The melody that penetrates into the bone marrow is like the Chinese soul implanted in the body.
Whether it is "Pearl of the Orient" or "Song of the Seven Sons" or even the more widely sung "My Chinese Heart", Ye Huang believes that they will become indelible in the history of Chinese music and patriotic education with the accumulation of historical years.
Chapter.
"The river curves south and flows to Xiangjiang to see if the Pearl of the Orient, my love, is still as romantic as ever..." Holding Nangong Qingyin's cheeks that were a little dry due to the wind, Ye Huang felt depressed.
And the first two lines of "Pearl of the Orient" were sung affectionately in a gentle tone.
There is no directness like Luo Dayou, nor the softness of Andy Lau, but such a plain singing seems to have a kind of magic power.
As soon as Ye Huang said these two words, all the people who were crowded around Ye Huang suddenly fell silent and turned to look at Ye Huang, the couple embracing each other.
At the same time, Nangong Qingyin, who looked shy, adjusted his mood and sang slowly.
"The harbor with the crescent moon is deep in the night and the lights are shining. The Pearl of the Orient stays up all night, guarding the promise of the vicissitudes of life..."
It also doesn’t have the slightly hoarse voice of Na Ying, but it is equally full of magic, unpretentious and full of affection.
The two people seemed to have become the protagonists of the Taiping Mountain Observation Deck in an instant. In this way, the man and woman sang to each other.
His soft and soothing tone infected everyone present.
Gradually, the long-lost patriotic feelings arose among the tourists who were standing there just to see the scenery, and the sense of national identity and pride arose spontaneously.
One, two, three... In the end, everyone present, including the elderly and children, followed the leaders Ye Huang and Nangong Qing to sing this song "Pearl of the Orient" that every Chinese person knows.
In the distance, a gray-haired old man leaning on one side of the observation deck, guarded by seven or eight people, quietly watched the scene happening in front of him. Hundreds of people sang under the leadership of Ye Huang and Nangong Qingyin.
He was reading "Pearl of the Orient" with a faint smile on his face and his eyes twinkling, extremely bright.
The few people standing around him seemed to be infected at the moment, singing in low voices, but they did not have the concentration of the old man, and their eyes were already misty.
They are soldiers, republicans who guard this land. For them, "Pearl of the Orient" is more likely to resonate in their hearts.
More than ten years have passed since 1997 when we stationed in Hong Kong. The soldiers guarding Hong Kong, the pride of China, have changed one after another. What cannot be replaced is the deep patriotism, which is dissolved in the blood and in the military soul.
persistence in.
Suddenly, in the middle of the crowd, Ye Huang's hundreds of people suddenly stopped talking.
The Chinese-haired old men here suddenly woke up from that mood. It turned out that a song had been sung...
"Chief, it's cold on the mountain, let's go back?" The person speaking to the old man with splendid hair was none other than Lieutenant General Xiao Dingguo, the commander-in-chief of the garrison in Hong Kong, and the old chief in front of him was none other than the founding general.
Dugu Aotian!
"Dingguo, what do you think of that child?" Dugu Aotian narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Ye Huang who was chatting with some tourists in the distance and asked lightly.
"Old chief, are you interested in this child?"
Xiao Dingguo asked with a stern look on his face when he heard his old leader's words.
"Haha, that's right. There aren't many children like this nowadays." He shook his head and sighed.
It’s not that Dugu Aotian said that one generation is inferior to the other, it’s just that Dugu Aotian understands that today’s children have not suffered much and are not as good as the previous generation in some aspects. These people need more in-depth training before they can become the cornerstone of the Republic.
But the Ye Huang in front of him made him see the patriotic feelings that were different from those young people today who only focus on pursuing material life.
"This child is full of patriotic sentiments, and every word comes from true feelings. He should be a good child. Moreover, these tourists were also infected, and their hearts were greatly baptized. If China had more of these young people,
Who dares to bully me, Great China!"
"See if I really have the guts to look away. No matter how bad this kid from the Ye family is, I'm afraid he will be better than those guys from the Wang family who only know how to manage their own power." Dugu Ao shook his head and sighed.
Tian turned around and walked down the Taipingshan Observation Deck.
