Chinese people have a unique feeling of nostalgia.
This is the blood gene endowed by farming and the land. We not only have nostalgia ourselves, but also have the ability to empathize with others. Many cultural figures in Taiwan have written works about nostalgia, the most famous of which is this poem:
"When I was a child, nostalgia was like a small stamp. I was on this side and my mother was on the other side..."
We are not Taiwanese, but we understand this feeling very well.
It is like the train arriving at Shanhaiguan, passing by the snow in the Northeast; like a bite of bacon in my hometown, an unforgettable taste when I go out to work hard; like the big willow tree and the small river at the entrance of the village.
"Come back, come back, wandering wanderer. Come back, come back, don't wander around anymore..."
Fei Xiang is really the most suitable for this song. As he sang, he walked off the stage and walked into the audience. The camera showed an old lady with white hair, looking at him wiping tears.
Fei Xiang went over, bent down, and gently hugged his grandmother.
"Woooo..."
The old lady fully demonstrated what it means to be close to another generation. She saw her grandson for the first time in decades, but it hurt so much. She was obviously crying, and she was moved to tears when she saw him. She quickly took out her handkerchief and wiped him, saying: "My child
Don't cry, don't cry, perform well!"
The audience in front of the TV couldn't hear what grandma said, but they could all feel the family affection.
Followed by a sigh of relief.
"I was once full of pride, but I came back with an empty suitcase. The wind and clouds of my hometown healed my wounds..."
No matter whether it was due to the reasons for the two sides of the country or the fate of the individual, everyone was deeply touched. On New Year's Eve, the night that most represents the Chinese festival, everyone who could see the TV was listening to this song quietly.
"Come back, come back..."
In the courtyard outside the red wall, the top leaders repeated this sentence repeatedly and murmured: "We must unify, we must unify!"
"Grandpa, is he Taiwanese?" the little grandson suddenly asked.
"Well, Taiwanese!"
"Then does Taiwan belong to China?"
"Of course!"
The senior leader picked up the little grandson and said, "We are a family."
West Flower Hall.
Grandma Deng was no longer sleepy. She looked at this handsome young man and said with a smile: "This song is really good, and this young man is also good. It is sincere and moisturizing without any sound. No wonder Comrade xx asked me to finish it. The party was well done."
!”
"Then do you want to meet Fei Xiang?"
"Of course I want to meet. Let's choose a time after the Chinese New Year."
…
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Thunderous applause erupted at the scene and lasted for a full minute. Chen Qi was afraid of disturbing the program before asking everyone to quiet down.
After Fei Xiang finished singing, he walked to the audience and hugged his grandma again. This time he sat down calmly and no longer pretended to be mysterious. Bi Lina was watching not far away, and no one knew that this woman turned out to be Fei Xiang.
Xiang’s mother.
The phone lines on site are already off the hook!
The operator thought that with last year’s experience, this year’s trivial matters turned out to be even more turbulent than last year. There will be no discussion on who is better in “My Chinese Heart” and “Hometown Clouds”, but in the competition, Fei Xiang will definitely beat him.
All the callers were lesbians.
"Can you ask Fei Xiang to sing another song? I haven't seen enough, no, I haven't heard enough!"
"I like "Clouds of Hometown" so much, can you sing it again?"
"All the workers in our cotton spinning factory strongly request Fei Xiang to perform another show. You can't ignore the opinions of the masses!!"
It’s not that we ignored it, the person named Chen didn’t make any arrangements!
The operator was about to cry, so he had to prevaricate, write down the other party's information, and send the notes one by one to Chen Qi. Chen Qi ignored them and openly ignored the masses. A few years ago, he would have been executed.
"Teacher Chen! Teacher Chen!"
At this moment, a staff member came excitedly: "The secretary called again!"
"Does the leader still want to listen to music?"
"Yeah!"
"for you!"
Chen Qi took out a box of special edition tapes from his bag, and the staff ran away happily. While everyone was full of sense of accomplishment, they also pretended to be calm: Hey! What's there? We've already been here once last year!
Huang Yihe is a little worried. He has been asked to sing by the big boss for two consecutive years. What if he doesn't get asked next year?
Lao Huang still didn't know that he had no way out, so he thought seriously.
…………
"Are you tired?"
"It's not bad, but my throat is a little sore."
"Here are lozenges."
On the side table, Chen Qi took out a box of lozenges and said with a smile: "Open your mouth!"
"Don't make trouble for me."
"Open your mouth and I'll feed you!"
"Hey you big-headed guy, do you still want to broadcast live?"
"What's going on? I asked the cameras to turn around and let the people across the country take a look."
Gong Xue wrinkled her nose, grabbed it and held it in her mouth. After holding it for a while, she took another sip of water and swallowed it, saying: "Be honest, I'm going up!"
She had a heavy task tonight, because Chen Qi wrote a lot of lyrics for her, and she performed very well, never missing a beat in key situations.
Being the host for two consecutive terms is no less than winning two more Hundred Flowers Awards.
It was now 11:30, and there was still the last program before ringing the bell. Chen Qi was afraid that there was not enough time, so he gave it half an hour.
All six hosts came on stage and stood in a row. Zhao Zhongxiang said: "This year's Olympic Games will be held in Los Angeles, the United States, in July. This is the first time China has participated in the competition in 32 years. Today we have also invited some athletes to meet with you!"
"Whoosh!"
Amidst the applause, Hou Yaowen and Shi Fukuan ran to greet them, while the remaining four hosts read their names.
"Let us welcome Xu Haifeng of the Chinese shooting team!"
"Lang Ping of the women's volleyball team!"
"Zhou Jihong from the diving team!"
"Li Ning of the gymnastics team!"
"Zhu Jianhua of the track and field team!"
This popularity can be seen. Lang Ping, Li Ning, and Zhu Jianhua cheered the loudest and applauded the warmest. Sixteen athletes came on stage one after another, and the stage instantly became crowded.
As representatives of athletes, Lang Ping and the other three stood in the middle.
"54 years ago, in the 10th Olympic Games, which was also held in Los Angeles, only one athlete from China, Liu Changchun, participated. At that time, the newspaper wrote: 'I, a Chinese athlete, will go to the Olympics alone this time. At this time, the national sports are difficult. I hope you will move forward bravely. Let's
My descendants will be safe from such suffering!'"
Zhao Zhongxiang's passionate voice is very suitable for this kind of scene: "54 years later, China will participate in the Los Angeles Olympics again, which seems to be a reincarnation. However, China is different from the past. We sent 225 athletes to participate in 16 major events!
We also have the strong support of the motherland and hundreds of millions of people as your strong backing!"
"Whoosh!"
The whole audience couldn't help but applaud.
Everyone is accustomed to patriotic education, but before it was particularly serious and class-struggle-based. The difference now is the style of later generations.
"Lang Ping, how are you preparing?"
"Li Ning!"
"Zhu Jianhua!"
Following a brief interview with the three people, they all expressed their confidence. Gong Xue also said: "I wish you all good results in Los Angeles and win China's first Olympic gold medal. Which event will you compete in first?"
"weightlifting?"
"shooting!"
Gong Xue went over and said a few words to Xu Haifeng and Zeng Guoqiang of the weightlifting team. It was also a blessing, mainly to let them appear on TV.
On July 29, Xu Haifeng won first, followed by Zeng Guoqiang, only 4 hours late. But in these 4 hours, Xu Haifeng went down in history, and few people knew about Zeng Guoqiang.
The audience in front of the TV watched, and many people knew for the first time, oh! It turns out that this year's Olympic Games is so meaningful, China's first gold medal?
This kind of thing needs to be publicized with great fanfare. Without publicity, people would really not know. In fact, it would be better if Liu Changchun could be invited. Unfortunately, Liu Changchun just passed away last year at the age of 74.
Chen Qi gave enough time for the athletes to play some small games. Lang Ping played table tennis, Li Ning shot, Zhu Jianhua played volleyball, and Song Shixiong gave commentary, which made the audience happy...
There was a 2-minute countdown, and everyone stood on the stage together, including the chubby kid from the opening scene.
"Dear audience friends, there are less than 2 minutes until the clock strikes zero. Here, we would like to use the most traditional way to congratulate everyone on the New Year, that is, four Spring Festival couplets."
"We will use the form of dialect to dedicate it to the audience friends at the scene and in front of the TV!"
Gong Xue speaks Shanghainese, Chen Sisi speaks Cantonese, Huang Ayuan speaks Hokkien, and Zhao Zhongxiang speaks Hebei dialect.
"The northern country is illuminated by the dragon's light, and the people and the government are good. China is prosperous, and everything is peaceful and the people are safe!"
"The New Year's bell is about to ring. Let's let this doll stand on the bridge to bring us blessings... Let's count down together for 10 seconds!"
The fat baby hurriedly ran onto the bridge. He had been beaten by his mother a long time ago. He was very good and had been sleeping downstairs. All the athletes and all the hosts stood on the stage and counted down with the audience: "10
,9,8,7…”
How could such a job have existed before?
We saw it once last year, and it was an eye-opener for the audience. This year they automatically started counting: "5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"
The fat baby shouted on the bridge: "It's Chinese New Year!"
"when!"
"when!"
"when!"
A distant bell sounded at the scene, echoing on the TV, and then the screen switched to the Big Bell Temple.
Zhao Zhongxiang, Gong Xue, Huang Ayuan, Chen Sisi, Liang Xiaolong, Fei Xiang, six people holding wooden battering rams, hit the Yongle bell one after another. Then the changes continued, the Hanshan Temple in Suzhou, the Zenghou Yi Chime in Wuhan, Xi'an
The Jingyun Bell rang one after another.
The sound was long and deep, as if it really came from the southeast, northwest and southeast of the motherland and reached the ears of millions of families.
Immediately, there was a loud sound and the video was played.
"We are Shenyang xx Machinery Factory, wishing everyone a happy New Year!"
"Police officers on duty at Chengdu xx Police Station wish the motherland prosperity!"
"Changsha xx Power Supply Station wishes everyone a better and better life and happiness!"
Grassroots people from all over the country, as well as people from Hong Kong's entertainment industry, Hong Kong's business and cultural circles, overseas Chinese organizations in Singapore, overseas Chinese organizations in Malaysia... There are more than a dozen groups of people, men and women, ranging from five or six people to as many as 20.
Multiple people.
Finally, I wish all Chinese people around the world a Happy New Year!
Starting from the Spring Festival couplets, this barrage of attacks made everyone dizzy, countdown, ringing the bell, fat baby, video New Year greetings... It was the 1980s! Waves of climax came one after another, surging like a tide, washing away hundreds of millions of stars.
soul.
The final roar, accompanied by the joyful music, was like the strongest and most violent wave hitting the cliff, shaking the entire audience.
""Love Me China"!"
The stage is already a sea of ​​joy, with more than a dozen ethnic minority singers singing and dancing, wearing national costumes, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces, dancing and singing:
"Love me China, China is majestic and heroic! Love me China, brothers and sisters of fifty-six ethnic groups and fifty-six languages ​​are combined into one sentence, love me China!"
The guests and audience in the audience laughed and clapped their hands, and some stood up to learn to dance.
The strong and joyful atmosphere at the scene infected millions of people through TV sets.
Some people were dumbfounded. This made them feel at a loss what to do with the restraint and seriousness they had been accustomed to for decades. But soon, this confusion was forgotten again, and they all smiled unconsciously.
Laugh at this happy night and this unforgettable New Year’s Eve!
Until the end, Li Guyi came on stage to sing: "Tonight is unforgettable..."
The party, which lasted for more than four hours, was like an extra-long but addictive movie, teasing people's nerves and controlling the audience's psychological rhythm, until the last minute, with the singing of "Unforgettable Tonight",
All this will be imprinted in the minds of countless people.
Outside the red wall, inside the courtyard.
The great leader who persisted until the end also had unfulfilled intentions, leaving a lingering feeling.
Tired and happy, fulfilled and disappointed, the strange feeling was mixed together, which made him sigh involuntarily: "Oh, if we have done this this year, how can we do it next year?"
Chapter completed!