"Beautiful grassland, my home, the wind blows the green grass everywhere and flowers ......"

Before you know it, the party is in the middle of the process. A female singer dressed in a Mongolian robe stood on the stage, and her unique mezzo-soprano instantly conquered a million viewers.

"Hey, isn't this Dedema? I went to see the flyover show in '79. ”

"She seems to be on TV for the first time, right? I should have invited her a long time ago, and CCTV didn't do anything!"

"Go and call your dad, he loves to listen to this song!"

This song has been around since the 70s, and Dedema has sung it popular, and her style of singer is very popular with middle-aged and elderly people.

For a while, the fathers, who were not interested, also sat in front of the TV.

"As we all know, Dedema is a very good female singer of the Mongolian nationality, and the one next to me, who is also an excellent singer of the Mongolian nationality, let me introduce myself first. ”

The host ran to the round table again, Uncle Teng had a rough appearance, and he was quite shy on TV, so he simply said hello to everyone.

"Why did you interview him? Because he knows a very unique singing technique of the Mongolian people, called Humai. The characteristic of Humai is that one person can produce two voices at the same time. I haven't heard of it either, so please show us the scene. ”

The host is very good at mobilizing the atmosphere, "Everyone is quiet, quiet, listen carefully, are there two voices?"

“......”

The eyes of the audience were watching, Uncle Teng was holding the microphone, his mouth was open, and he didn't see any movement, and suddenly there was a strange and indescribable sound.

It's unimaginably low, like some string pulling and vibrating, and like an ancient sound from nature, with a strong resonance, mysterious and desolate.

"Wow!"

All the audience members were amazed in unison, they couldn't hear two parts, but they could hear the uniqueness and rarity of this sound.

"Whoa!"

Thunderous applause. Uncle Teng was also a little nervous, and said slowly:

"Khoomai is a singing art created by the indigenous people of the Altai Mountains, which is on the verge of being lost in the Mongolian areas of the country, and only a few elderly people can do it. I also learned it by accident with an old herdsman. Then I would like to take this opportunity to pay more attention to this art and pass it on......"

“......”

In the conference room of the Jingtai Building, the atmosphere became more and more solemn.

Whenever they thought they had no new tricks, another bright spot popped up, or a bright spot that they had never seen before.

"The sword goes off the edge! The absolute sword goes off the edge!"

A choreographer suddenly said loudly: "Don't worry, they can't support the whole party." We are the upright, we are the king!"

"No, although the form is innovative and clever, the quality of the show is also very good, like Dedema, we all know this singer, but why ......"

Deng Zaijun's voice stopped abruptly, she saw the lights dimmed on the screen, and typed a line of words:

Dance "Spirit of the Sparrow", performer Yang Liping, Central National Song and Dance Troupe. ”

The lights suddenly went out, followed by a few beams of white light, and light music sounded, as if a peacock was bathed in the moonlight.

It is lonely and self-appreciative, shining on the water, dancing......

Like a pool of water, struck by a stone, there were ripples, and the hand was soft and boneless, and slowly fluctuated to the whole body, sometimes like spring water, sometimes like flowing clouds.

There are many kinds of beauty.

The figure looked soft, and gradually, there was a kind of uprightness in the softness.

Her beauty is unusually proud, unusually spiritual, just like a peacock that does not eat fireworks in the world.

“......”

Everyone was refreshed again, and the one who said that the sword was going off the edge just now didn't say anything, staring at the TV with wide eyes.

At the same time, in the urban area, in the suburbs of Beijing, in countless families watching the party, the aesthetics are unprecedentedly infinitely convergent.

"Spirit of the Sparrow" was only skipped in competitions before, and for the first time, it was more commonly shown in front of the audience.

Due to the extreme lack of spiritual life, the common people can see everything well, especially the large influx of Western utensils and culture, this kind of national things are not very popular with young people.

But at this moment, they all fully feel what nature and national culture are.

"Whew!"

Deng Zaijun became more and more tired, and then saw the break dance brought by Tao Jin that made the audience shout, saw Ah Mao's atmospheric solo, and saw the last big shaft "A Day of a Heroic Mother...... She also sat quietly in her chair, not moving.

She found that the only thing that CCTV Spring Festival Gala can compare with is the stage, choreography, cast and coverage. In terms of creativity, it is far behind, on being close to the people, it is far behind, and in terms of the quality of the program, it is the only one who is gratified when it meets the opponent.

But it's not something to be proud of!

One occupies the right time and place, and the other has nothing, and the result is evenly divided, which is equivalent to failure!

The people of the capital don't care about this, and as the party progresses, the number of viewers is rising. I didn't like to watch it, I didn't want to watch it, and I forgot to watch it, but I also sat in front of the TV, and I had a good time.

"Mom, come on, this sketch is interesting!"

"Grandma, come here, oops, it's funny!"

"Hahaha!"

keeps greeting family and friends, all for the old lady on the screen.

"Just last night's night, the TV performance of "Last Night's Stars". ”

"Can you sing 'Last Night's Stars'? Okay! Great! You can say two sentences now......

"Last night's stars have fallen and disappeared into the distant Milky Way ↗↘↗↘, why has this changed?"

"Hahahaha!"

Everyone laughed.

Not long after this drama was broadcast, the people are familiar with it, and it looks very kind in the sketch. And such a pop song, sung by an old lady, this contrast is more and more comedic.

Zhao Lirong's sketches will always have a sense of freshness, like the later "Tango is Tango Tango Go" and "Spicy Chicken Shreds" and "My Heart is Eternal".

The old lady never repeats herself.

The climax of the first part is "Plainclothes Policeman", the middle part is the Spirit of the Sparrow and break dancing, and in the second part, the audience's mood has reached the period of fatigue, and this sketch is just right.

Especially in the back, the classic bridge that triggered countless barrages of "high energy ahead".

"Sima Guang smashes the cylinder!"

"Sima cylinder smashes the cylinder!"

"Sima Guang smashes the cylinder!"

"Sima Guang smashed the light!"

"Sima Cylinder!"

"Oh, wrong, wrong......"

The audience burst into tears and laughed, and the TV was staggering, "Ouch, ouch, it's funny!"

"This old lady is amazing!"

"What's it called, Zhao, Zhao Lirong!"

"Zhao Licheng, remember!"

When the sketch passed, it was already more than 11 o'clock, and the party entered the closing stage, but it was a very important link.

A high-ranking leader came to the stage, pondered for a moment, and said:

"I'm a sports fan and I love football. In the 1978 World Cup, I remember very clearly, there were only two games broadcast in China, one for third and fourth place, and one for the finals.

In a country with a population of one billion, we can only broadcast two games because we are short of foreign exchange and cannot use it for sports competitions.

Then in the 1984 Olympics, we went to four or five people. People in developed countries are all journalists, real-time news, we are completely backward reporting methods, but it is better than before, at least we can be on the spot......

Last year, we built a domestic satellite communication network. This is high-tech, in the past, it was impossible to make long-distance calls from the capital to Singapore, Mongolia, and Tibet, but now it can be called, and telegraphs and faxes have also been opened.

In the past, many places couldn't receive the central station, but now they can accept it, oh, this is the capital station, right, then I shouldn't say ......"

There was a chuckle at the bottom.

"Now, it's our turn to host the Asian Games ourselves.

As you know, the state finances are very difficult, and there is still a big gap in funds. I stood here and opened this mouth, panicked and ashamed.

However, the Asian Games will be held and will be held well, and this is an opportunity for the world to know China.

Compared with those developed countries, we are still obviously insufficient, but we are getting stronger and stronger day by day. Look at the capital, the high-rise buildings, the roads, the overpasses and bridges, the cars running on the streets, and the schoolbags carried by children......

Building a nation is never achieved overnight, it may take generations, more than a dozen generations. Just because we can't do it today doesn't mean we can't do it tomorrow. Just because our generation is poorly educated doesn't mean your generation is also low......

There is a saying that the vicissitudes of the sea show the true character of the hero!

Thank you in advance!"

"Whoa!"

The applause was solemn, and there was no excessive deliberateness in this link, and it stopped at the point.

Then, the host took the stage and the bell rang at twelve o'clock.

"Tonight I will never forget the touching of family affection, and tonight I will never forget the sincere blessings...... This is the end of the Spring Festival Gala, thank you to the audience and friends for watching......"

"Whoa!"

The four-hour Beijing-Taiwan Spring Festival Gala came to an end.

“......”

Deng Zaijun leaned back in his chair, under both physical and mental pressure, and sighed secretly.

She looked at the time and said, "Call all the people who are still there, and I'll say a few words." ”

Someone answered, and after a while, a room of people came in.

"I watched the Beijing and Taiwan Spring Festival Gala just now, right? I first self-examined, and there were obvious deficiencies in the program arrangement and actor selection, ignoring those new faces with potential. For example, that Yang Liping, the Central National Song and Dance Troupe, is right under our noses, but we haven't dug it out!"

Deng Zaijun knocked on the table and continued: "This time it is a wake-up call for us, don't think that the whole country is just our family, capable people are everywhere, and they are not necessarily worse than us."

I'm not criticizing anyone, just improve it later. Okay, everyone relax, hurry back and squint for a while, we still have our own things to do. ”

As he was talking, someone suddenly ran in and said, "Director, I've inquired." My friend in Beijing said that it was a person named Xu Fei who participated in the planning. ”

"Xu Fei, which department is he?" Deng Zaijun wondered.

"It's not in the station, it's the Television Arts Center. ”

"Huh?"

Everyone was stunned, it wasn't even in the stage, what the hell is the art center?

"What did he do before, he should have a lot of seniority, right?"

"No, no......"

The man looked strange, "I heard that it's a young man, just now, just a year ago." ”

(And ...... ）