In the Spring Festival Gala in 1992, the stage was actually not very big.
CCTV in this era has not yet realized how great the benefits of the Spring Festival Gala are.
The Spring Festival Gala, which is prepared as a must-have program for the annual Spring Festival, still maintains a rather simple appearance.
It took a few years for the value of the Spring Festival Gala to slowly become apparent, but the sense of expectation it brought to people became less and less.
The following programs followed one after another, and Xiao Qian sat quietly in his seat and watched.
The Spring Festival Gala has been held for so many years and there have been countless programs performed. Naturally, it is impossible for him to remember them all. Even because of the confusion of time and space, today's Spring Festival Gala is very strange to him.
However, simple times and simple programs can bring people different feelings.
This is also one of the reasons why people always like to be nostalgic and always feel that things in the past were better.
Xiao Qian was still happy watching a program that could even be called cheap in her previous life.
He originally thought that his three songs would appear separately on the Spring Festival Gala. However, he did not expect that Yang Yuan would actually make them into a unit.
Halfway through the Spring Festival Gala, Wei Wenxiang and another female host Yang Yue appeared on the stage.
"Dear viewers, on this day of family reunion and national celebration, there are still a group of lovely people who are guarding their posts for everyone's happiness and well-being. It is precisely because of their existence that we can today
Sit here, drink and talk, and share happiness."
"Yes, because of their responsibilities, they cannot reunite with their families. But people's hearts are full of flesh, so they don't miss home. Now, let us listen to the voices of the lovely People's Liberation Army soldiers."
Familiar music played, Xiao Qian perked up, and said to the old man ostentatiously: "Grandpa, this is a song I wrote."
The old man had obviously seen Zhang Jian in military uniform walking out amidst the applause of the audience, and he couldn't help but look forward to it.
"Good boy, you are indeed a member of our army. Just let me listen carefully. If you are not good, I will spank you."
As he spoke, Zhang Jian's singing voice had reached everyone's ears in the melodious melody.
The simple and unsophisticated lyrics and the confession that struck deep into the heart instantly silenced the scene.
The old man's originally smiling face had turned serious. His originally cloudy and dim eyes were filled with fluorescence as bright as the bright moon.
Yes, in this day when thousands of families enjoy peace and well-being, there are still so many unknown PLA soldiers stationed in various parts of the motherland, guarding everyone's natural happiness.
Sure enough, just when the climax of the song arrived, a scene of heavy snowfall suddenly appeared on the big screen on the stage.
The person who is fully armed in the sky of ice and snow but still surrounded by hoarfrost is even more adorable.
"This is the Arctic Post in Mohe, Heilongjiang. Please rest assured that the people of the motherland will be safe and sound!"
"This is the Red River Border Guard in Yunnan. Please rest assured, people of the motherland, spring is coming!"
"This is the Nansha border defense. Please rest assured, the people of the motherland, the sea, rivers and rivers here are clear!"
"This is the XJ Alashankou Border Guard. Please rest assured, people of the motherland, I will take care of everything!"
Finally, the border defenses in the four directions of the motherland turned into four split screens, and all the soldiers shouted together: "Mom, Happy New Year!"
In an instant, the eyes of the audience and countless people in front of the TV were filled with tears.
The old man is getting older and his muscle control is even worse. If the medical staff next to him were not always taking care of him, he would definitely look miserable.
But despite this, he still held on to Xiao Qian and wouldn't let go.
"How come this kid can write so well? Why can he write so well?"
After Zhang Jian finished singing, he stood quietly, but the waves of applause and cheers from the audience were more overwhelming than others. Such is the work that truly touches people's hearts. Every Chinese understands who should be thanked for today's wonderful life.
When Wei Wenxiang and Xu Yuechun walked on stage, it was obvious that their eyes were red. Even after touch-ups, their excitement could not be concealed.
"It is precisely because of our lovely and respectable People's Liberation Army that we have a happy and healthy life today."
"Whenever the people are in danger, the olive green figure will appear in time. They are brave and brave at all times, and always implement the purpose of the people's army for the people. I can only say, thank you, thank you for your dedication and dedication."
This time, applause burst out spontaneously, and many audience members even stood up impatiently.
The melody of "For Whom" has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and many people have already been able to sing it spontaneously. But when I hear it now, I am still looking forward to it.
Like Zhang Jian, Wen Mu, dressed in military uniform, shines on the entire stage with his dashing appearance.
What's even more amazing is that this time the audience actually performed a chorus, singing with one voice, and even suppressed the singer.
Wen Mu adapted to the situation, reversed the microphone, and began to guide the audience's singing.
Compared with her alone, the power of the broad masses of the people is infinite.
Although her actions changed the stage design, no one said anything. Even Yang Yuan gave her a thumbs up from behind the camera to indicate that she had done a good job.
Two popular songs in a row completely ignited the audience's recognition.
How can this enthusiasm dissipate easily on a carefully designed stage?
Wei Wenxiang and Yang Yue appeared on the stage again, their joyful smiles showing that they had recovered.
"Floods are ruthless. Although the 1991 flood was cruel, it could not defeat our hard-working Chinese people. We persevered, worked hard, and with our unyielding spirit, we finally got the clouds to open and the moon to shine brightly."
"We always believe that the sufferings of the past are the best training for us to forge ahead. We must use the most powerful voice to declare to the world that the Chinese people are invincible."
After the introductory remarks, the two people left the stage and left the stage.
The curtain behind them slowly opened, and at the same time, a child's voice, as tender as an oriole, penetrated people's ears instantly like an electric current.
Gently wake up the sleeping soul
slowly open your eyes
Look at the busy world
Are you still wandering around lonely...
After the continuous excitement, this pure sound like spring breeze turning into rain is really endless enjoyment.
Many people were trembling and showing comfortable smiles.
At this moment, Li Qingjue, who was wearing a plain skirt, appeared in front of the audience like a bud, instantly capturing countless hearts.
Such a cute sister, I really want to have her!
But everyone soon discovered that their love was given too quickly.
The sonorous boy's voice is equally outstanding.
The spring breeze does not understand the style
To blow the young man's heart...
However, the angel between the little boy and the little girl is the one who makes everyone's eyes shine.
When the lights went down, Wen Yiou looked up, and that sweet smile from the heart was really like the spring breeze, blowing the hearts of all the young people.
Under the red velvet beret, her innocence and simplicity were even more flawless. The hands held in front of her chest slowly spread out, like angel wings.
The ends of her fingertips, combined with the dazzling lights, made her whole body shine.
At this moment, she is definitely the most beautiful girl in China.
Especially when her ethereal and pure singing voice sounds, it really feels like an angel has descended into the world.
After the disaster, which was full of hope, she and her singing entered everyone's heart like the goddess of hope.
This intoxicating song was always echoing in Xu Mingxia's ears, but she looked at the little man next to her with complicated eyes.
When Xiao Qian came up with this look and stage design, everyone didn't understand the meaning and thought he was joking.
However, at this moment, looking at Wen Yi on the stage, who was so glorious, Xu Mingming's heart was filled with turmoil.
This child not only has an amazing talent for music.
How many secrets does he have?
How far can he go?
Xu Mingxia couldn't see through it and couldn't imagine it. But she knew that after today, Wen Yi, an unknown kindergarten teacher, would become a national idol.
Her fame will be no worse than that of any other superstar, and even if she manages it well, her road to stardom will be smooth.
And her appearance on the stage today will definitely set off a craze and become the object of imitation by countless girls.
But no one knew that the person who started this wave was actually a seven-year-old child.
Three good songs in a row won the house's acclaim. Even after a long time, the audience was still whispering and discussing. As a result, all the shows at the back ended sadly.
Xiao Qian was very satisfied and grinned happily.
My efforts were not in vain, the stage was so perfect, which proved that my choice was right.
I have to work harder in the future. There are still so many beautiful things that have not been realized. The world of young people is so broad.
"Little baby, don't forget the promise, I'm waiting to hear that song."
The Spring Festival Gala ended and when it was about to end, the old man still held Xiao Qian's hand reluctantly.
Xiao Qian has never been so serious.
"Grandpa, don't worry, I promise it will be done soon."
"Okay, okay, I believe you, you are a different kind of doll."
Seeing that he was about to say goodbye to the old man, Xiao Qian finally couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa, I don't know your last name yet."
The old man let the medical staff support him and slowly walked away.
"Me? My name is Man Guangzhi. Even young people nowadays don't know me."
Xiao Qian couldn't help but trembled, and shouted at the old man's back: "Grandpa, be careful of the Red Army."
The old man stood still, his face full of confusion.
"Be careful of the Red Army? I am the Red Army."
Xiao Qian waved her hand towards him and said pointedly: "Old man, don't go to Zhurihe in your life, you will be captured alive."
Man Guangzhi shook his head, his head full of confusion.
"I am a lieutenant general, who dares to catch me?"
