Seeing the three lovely children, Wen Mu's eyes were full of love, and he bent down to protect the three children.
Tens of thousands of people around raised their necks and looked at the stage curiously, wondering why three children ran out.
On the stage, Wen Mu was already squatting among the three children.
She noticed the nervousness of the three children and her tone was particularly soft.
"Hello, kids."
Unexpectedly, the three children were very nervous but very polite.
"Hello, aunt."
Wen Mu first put the microphone next to the girl who looked the oldest and started interviewing her.
"Tell Auntie, what is your name?"
The girl paused for a moment and then spoke cheerfully.
"My name is Wang Han, and I am eight years old."
Wen Mu had obviously communicated with the program team a long time ago. He suddenly pointed at the olive green in the audience and asked with a smile: "Do you know Uncle PLA?"
The girl kept looking at him, nodded quickly, and smiled from the corners of her eyes.
Wen Mu asked.
"How did you meet Uncle PLA?"
Eight-year-old Wang Han didn't know many things yet, so his speech was choppy and he didn't quite understand what he meant.
"The water... the water was too big, we... we couldn't go home. The uncles... the uncles came and took us home."
The audience burst into applause, and only then did everyone realize that this little girl was one of the people rescued by the People's Liberation Army officers and soldiers from the flood.
Wen Mu turned to ask the little boy again.
"Little brother, what's your name?"
"My name is Roger, I'm six years old."
"Do you also know Uncle PLA?"
Little Roger was a little scared, so he cuddled up against Wen Mu and kept mumbling.
"My house... my house was flooded. My uncles... my uncles helped us out."
This flood turned many places into vast oceans. Countless residential houses were submerged in the water, causing many people to lose their homes.
Roger is the representative among these children.
Wen Mu finally asked the girl with short hair.
"My name is Jiang Shan. My grandma and I hugged the tree. When the water came up, grandma was washed away by the water. I just...I hugged the tree for a long time. Grandma said that uncle from the People's Liberation Army will come.
Save me."
At this time, the audience has turned into a sea of tears. I imagine a young girl in the raging flood, but can only hold on to a tree to survive. How can I not feel heartbroken and empathize with her?
Wen Mu's eyes were filled with sparkling tears, and he asked coaxingly: "Then who saved you?"
Xiao Jiangshan burst into tears, pointed at the olive green in the audience, and just shouted: "It's uncle, it's uncle."
She is only seven years old and has incomplete cognition, but her meaning has been expressed clearly.
Wen Mu comforted the three children for a long time before they stopped crying. However, the tens of thousands of people in the audience did not feel agitated and just waited patiently and quietly.
After the three children calmed down, Wen Mu asked again: "Are you happy to see the uncles from the People's Liberation Army today?"
The three children nodded in unison, their voices childish.
"Happy."
Wen Mu asked: "Then do you have anything to say to your uncles?"
Wang Han, the oldest, held onto the microphone and said, "A good-looking brother taught us a song, and we... we want to sing it to our uncle."
The audience applauded again, even more enthusiastic than before.
What age can a child sing? But in this situation, how can anyone care about how the song sounds?
Wen Mu opened his arms, gathered the three children together, and let the three of them share the microphone.
"Come on, let me count one, two, three and let's all sing together, okay?"
Seeing that the three children agreed, she counted them.
On the empty riverside embankment, three clear oriole-like sounds immediately rang out.
【I will become you when I grow up】
【Only then did I know that green】
【What is drawn is hope】
【What is sprinkled is benevolence and righteousness】
【I will become you when I grow up】
[Only I know those arms]
[The one raised is someone else]
【What you sacrifice is yourself】
The entire audience was astonished, and many people suddenly realized that the three children sang a new song that no one had ever heard before.
Before anyone could react, the soulful music melody had already entered everyone's ears.
Wen Mu stood up slowly, looking at the olive green people in the audience who were like mud monkeys, tears were already streaming down his face.
There has never been a moment when her singing voice was so loud and powerful.
【When I was young】
【I thought you were very powerful】
[Always running around shouting slogans]
【When I was young】
【I thought you were very proud】
[The last sentence I said was earth-shattering]
This song was naturally composed by Xiao Qian.
The original song was a tribute to teachers, but he changed the lyrics to suit the current situation.
As for these three children, he found them from various places. They were all typical examples of people who had experienced disasters during this flood relief effort and were rescued by the People's Liberation Army.
This charity performance, broadcast live across the country through CCTV, is a good opportunity to boost the morale of the whole country. He designed this program and used this song, and I believe the effect will be unprecedentedly good.
Sure enough, after Wen Mu sang the simple song once, everyone present knew it. By the second verse, it had become a chorus for the entire audience.
All the people sang loudly and looked at the olive green in the center of the field. Thinking of the hard work of the soldiers for more than a month, everyone's chest felt warm.
With such young soldiers, no disaster can really be considered a disaster.
On the stage, Wen Mu's singing suddenly reached its climax. Under the stage, in the open space on the right, there was a sudden roar.
When everyone looked around, they realized that there was a large group of students wearing school uniforms.
After they stood up, they all faced the People's Liberation Army square formation, with their right arms raised high above their heads.
After a brief silence, the students shouted in unison: "Thank you, Uncle PLA!"
In the surrounding crowd, many children of similar age also raised their hands silently, looking at Olive Green with reverence.
That color has become the color they most yearn for.
Thousands of officers and soldiers stood up quickly, their movements as neat as one person. Their salute postures were so standard, and their roars were so powerful.
This power can shake the sky, move the earth, destroy dryness and decay, and protect the life and death of the Chinese nation.
"Please rest assured, the people of the motherland, people are here at the embankment, and the floods will not be repaid until the floods are over!!!!!"
This benefit performance, broadcast live on CCTV, quickly caused a great sensation across the country. Countless Chinese people were moved and countless people took action as a result.
In just a few dozen days, a massive amount of supplies from all over the country gathered on major flood relief front lines.
There is great strength in numbers. With the whole country's efforts, although the floods are still violent, they can no longer break through the steel defense line of unity.
In early September, the clouds and rain that had been raging all summer began to gradually dissipate, sunny days and blue skies appeared in many places, and the water levels of the Yangtze River and Songhua River began to slowly drop.
The great flood that affected the hearts and minds of hundreds of millions of people was finally subdued by the spirit of unity of the Chinese people, and they honestly accepted the taming and flowed eastward.
At this point, the vigorous flood relief efforts in 1998 gradually began to come to an end.
Looking back on the thrilling three months in the past, the indomitable Chinese people, with their shoulders and hands, blocked the earth-shattering floods with their flesh and blood, saved their homes, and kept their hope.
This is why the Chinese people, who have emerged from more than a century of humiliation, have already developed the most steadfast and unyielding spirit.
Having experienced suffering and witnessed humiliation, from now on, no one can stop the Chinese people from working hard to become stronger.
Not the invaders, not the oppressors, not even the floods!
Xiao Qian spent three months on the flood-fighting front line and did not return to the Magic City until early September.
When he left, he was young and handsome, distinguished and elegant. When he came back, he was as dark as burnt pottery.
But beneath this miserable appearance, his sublimated spirit is his greatest wealth.
Standing at the door of my house again, I really have mixed feelings in my heart.
There has never been a time like this that made him feel as if he had passed between life and death, but he missed his loved ones even more than before.
Can't wait a moment longer.
I don’t know what my parents want me to do, and I don’t know if that silly little girl from Modu has taken good care of herself.
Xiao Qian stretched out her long legs and was about to go home.
"Stop, strangers are not allowed in!"
Two security guards rushed out like ghosts, one on the left and one on the right, staring eagerly.
Xiao Qian vomited blood.
"I live here."
Security armor is like guarding against thieves.
"Why haven't I seen you?"
Xiao Qian was so angry that he took out his ID card and handed it over.
"Look, right?"
The security guard took the ID card, checked it carefully, and finally nodded.
"Call the police, there is someone pretending to be someone else."
