859. The old and young in the so-called taste of the grandfather and grandson [Part 1]
"Wow——————"
The exciting song and dance came to an end, and every performer on the stage did not step down. They stood up facing the audience and remained standing.
The melody in the background of the stage was replaced by "Ode to the Red Flag", and the exciting melody was still flying throughout Hall 1.
"Okay, thank you Teacher Guo Lanying, thank you Teacher Li Fenghua, thank you Teacher Lin Baoguo."
The host Dong Qing and Zhu Jun took the microphone and walked onto the Xiangyun stage again and came to the side of several old artists.
Zhu: “This set of classic melodies just now brought us back to that passionate age.
Dong: "Yeah, I think to this day, she is still the spiritual force that inspires us to overcome difficulties and move forward courageously,"
Zhu: "Remembering history is to cherish peace, and in today's peaceful world, we still need a spirit, that is, the spirit of revolutionary heroism."
Dong: “A promising nation cannot be without heroes, and a promising country cannot be without pioneers. Here, we have invited eight elderly people to the scene. They are not only leaders in all walks of life, but also witnesses.
Participants in the motherland’s sixty-five-year take-off.”
Zhu and Dong: “Applause is invited.”
"Wow————————"
Applause with high respect rang out from every corner of the hall, both on and off the stage and behind the stage.
Immediately afterwards, the camera turned to the background.
The eight elderly people who appeared on the big screen in the stage background 7 minutes ago walked out of the backstage one after another.
They were kind, smiling, and steadily walked to the center of the stage in response to the growing applause from the audience.
Eight people lined up in a row, like eight standing sea-fixing needles, brought endless pride and infinite hope to the audience and every Chinese son and daughter in front of the TV.
"Wow————————"
"Wow————————"
At this moment, the atmosphere reached a climax again.
Dong: "Grandpa Qiao, I remember you answered such a question back then..."
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At the same time, a conversation post titled "My Motherland, Hometown River" quickly topped the trending search list on one side of the Internet.
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"Someone asked why the motherland is not 'a Yellow River' but a big river?"
"Old man Qiao Yu said: Because in the memory of every Chinese, there is a big river in his hometown, and this river represents the motherland."
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There are new comments every second. In just four minutes, 30,000 netizens have left messages here.
[I am on a tributary of the Yangtze River]
【I am at Songhua River】
【I am at Dongting Lake】
[I am along the upper reaches of the Yellow River]
【I am in Fenhe】
【I am in Qihe】
[Children in Xijiang raise their hands]
[Gathering in Minjiang]
Invariably, netizens left their own impressions and footprints one after another.
One of the comments was liked and pinned to the top.
[I thought the word "faith" had been overused for a long time, but today I suddenly discovered that there really is a group of people who believe in those things that we copy without thinking. I love them, and I love my motherland.]
With the stage of "My Motherland" completely over, another post titled "Who is the cutest person" also became a hot search.
The topic about the eight elderly people is still hotly discussed on the Internet.
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"very nice."
Duan Hong couldn't calm down for a long time after watching this program.
Duan Ran on the side was still in a state of emotion, and his chest was still heaving.
Even the little Duan Xuan seemed to be infected by the soft yet persevering melody, humming quietly along with his father and sister just now.
Among the four, only Lian Na looked extremely calm. She didn't understand why Duan Hong and Duan Ran were singing along with the people on the TV.
But one thing she was sure of was that the melody of this music was really nice.
Duan Hong didn't have time to watch the following program, he needed to rush to the rehearsal site.
There is a Chinese Spring Festival Gala in Paris tonight. He was invited to perform on the show, and Duan Ran was also invited. However, Duan Ran refused because he was preparing for the second round of defense.
Duan Hong: "See you tonight, please drive safely."
"Well then~"
Duan Ran responded and his eyes returned to the TV screen again.
King Liu has already stepped onto the stage.
'The way home'
‘Count how many summers and colds there are in life’
She picked up the phone.
Duan: You like it
Husband: It sounds really good
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‘Count the ups and downs of the journey’
A road home once again brings the emotions of thousands of families to another world.
In Ink Garden, Mr. Ye stood up and held his waist after watching "My Motherland".
Ye Yi hurriedly got up and helped him back to the bedroom. After lying down on the massage chair by the window, he asked Ye Yi to continue watching the Spring Festival Gala with Ye Taotao.
Ye nodded, covered Mr. Ye with a blanket, and said in sign language, "Grandpa, please take a nap."
Then he turned off the lights and left.
'The way home'
‘Count three hundred and sixty-five in one year’
‘Go home and be happy’
‘Happy to be able to hug my parents’
Ye Yi returned to the living room and sat quietly in front of the TV, listening to the vicissitudes of life singing the melancholy of travelers and the happiness that comes from reunion.
At this moment, she hoped that everyone in the world could be reunited at this moment, although she could not understand what it meant to hug her parents.
‘Buzz’
The mobile phone on the table lit up.
"Sister, your phone is vibrating."
Ye Taotao turned his head and said.
Ye nodded, but didn't look at the phone.
Ye Taotao: "Sister, I also want to drink Coke."
Ye Yi frowned and said in sign language, 'No, you have drank a lot today.'
Ye Taotao made a sound, his face full of disappointment.
Ye Yi got up and went to the kitchen. After a while, she handed a glass of freshly squeezed apple juice to Ye Taotao.
"Thank you sister."
Ye Taotao happily took a sip, and then let out a pleasant sigh of praise, "It tastes good."
At this moment, the mobile phone on the table lit up again.
'The way home'
‘Count the number of times you are happy’
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'The way home'
‘Count how fast the years go by’
Fang Xiaoyu just finished sending a message to Ye Yi, and then sent a message back to Fatty.
'Thank you Brother Yu, I will accept the red envelope.'
Fang Xiaoyu opened the red envelope, '66 yuan.'
Then he sent the fat man an "88 yuan" red envelope.
"Xiaoyu, come down quickly, uncle is going to set off a cannon!"
There was a shout from the first floor, and Fang Xiaoyu hurriedly put down his cell phone and took his little cousin downstairs.
Then two red envelopes were sent to her phone in a row.
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The person who gave the red envelope was in some kind of excitement,
The fat man was sitting on the sofa, humming along with Brother Hua on the TV, "Tell me about the shy confession."
"The light is in the barren area"
While holding his cell phone, he waited for Fang Xiaoyu to continue receiving his red envelope.
On the side, two cousins were fighting fiercely in the canyon. He went over to take a look and saw that both of them had amazing records. He muttered in a low voice, "Is the other side a thief?"
"son!"
Suddenly a shout came from the dining room, and when the fat man heard the voice, he secretly thought something was wrong.
"Bring out your flute and give us a show!"
Sure enough~
It is a talent show every Chinese New Year.
The little cousin put down his cell phone, raised his head and said with a smile: "Brother Yu, give us a blow, and I will help you improve your score tonight."
Cut it, just blow it, who is afraid of who.
Today's fat man is no longer the marginal figure who couldn't hold his head high in front of his family.
I saw him taking out his flute and standing under the entrance hall openly.
Listening to the melody in my ears, I started to play it gently with the attention of the whole family.