In the early morning, the streets are still as silent as ever, the sky is still an endless deep blue, so deep that people are frightened, the misty Xiagou Village is unusually quiet, and the small square in front of the clubhouse is illuminated by a few large wattage street lamps to illuminate this place very brightly.

It was early in the morning of October 1, 2000.

Lian Shun, a retired old dog who was hired back by Zhao Song, dragged his tired body to the door of You's house, where Wei Mingyu was wiping his bayonet against the street lamp, and the shining blade of the knife revealed a dazzling cold glow under the illumination of the light.

Rubbing Wei Mingyu's calf, Lian Shun lay quietly beside her, sticking out his tongue, looking at the bayonet, showing a nostalgic expression.

Zhao Song, who was dozing off on the side, quietly opened his eyes and glanced at Lian Shun suspiciously-this guy is becoming less and less like a housekeeper dog, a whole companion dog.

At this time, the sad face of Sister Da Da walked in from the entrance of the village, and her bewitching body was set off by the mist, and there was a dreamlike feeling.

"What's wrong?

"That stinky boy in my family wrote in his homework: My mother is a middle-aged woman under the age of forty!"

The anger on Sister Dada's face grew stronger and stronger.

"Puff~"

Xiaoyu hurriedly covered her mouth and lowered her head to comb Lian Shun's hair.

"........" Zhao Song looked up at the deep blue sky before saying, "The words less than forty years old are redundant." ”

Sister Da Da nodded and said, "The teacher pointed it out to him when he corrected his homework, guess how he changed it?"

"........" Zhao Song shook his head with a solemn face, how could an old man guess the thoughts of the bear child.

Sister Dada's face completely collapsed: "My mother is a superfluous middle-aged woman!"

"......." looked at the light rain that shook his shoulders, Zhao Song stiffened his face and comforted: "How can it be a middle-aged woman?

"Did you say she looked like that pillar?"

At this time, Zhao Tu also walked over and asked disdainfully.

“.......”

"I'll kill you!"

...........

A new day begins with the slapstick of two middle-aged people who have forgotten their identities.

The dark blue of the sky is getting lighter and lighter, and the people in the small square are gathering more and more.

The sleepy-eyed Xizi came to Zhao Song and complained: "It's good to raise the national flag and go to Tiananmen Square to see it, what is there to raise on the small flagpole in this broken square." ”

Zhao Song shook his head at the entrance of the village, where the handsome man was walking briskly with a small box on his back:

"That guy wants to raise the flag in a 3D surround music. Zhao Song spread his hands and said helplessly: "After thinking about it, only this place can let him toss casually." ”

"3D music?" Kiko thought for a moment and suddenly realized, "Is it not appropriate to sing a handkerchief?"

"......" Zhao Song raised his foot and kicked towards this unreliable brother.

Bai Li, who was on the side, looked at her watch with a headache, and shouted at the brothers who were playing treasure: "Zhao Song, 5:55, there are still two minutes!"

"Oh~"

Zhao Song stood up and looked around.

Ding Tao came, and Song Guanyi stood quietly in the corner, Li Yong and his wife hooked their shoulders and whispered, and a member came out of the club.

Xingsheng, Pingping, Du Kai, Uncle Lu, Wen Zhenwen, Wen Lihua, Liu Cong, Lao Wang next door, and Boss Song of the West Thirteen Banners also came.

Zhao Song cleared his throat and said loudly:

Yesterday, Tesla's spokesperson Chen Chong won the Olympic championship, coupled with the patriotic enthusiasm set off by 'going to break', so the big handsome man proposed that on this day of national celebration, there will be a simple gift action, handsome!"

The big handsome man nodded and opened the small box he was carrying.

Hong Tao and Hong Dazhi, uncles and nephews, who were neatly dressed, came to the broken flagpole in the small square with the national flag.

Bai Li looked at her watch, and the time on it was deliberately matched with the National Time Service Center.

“10，9........“

Da Shuai Shuai took out a trumpet and carefully checked it before putting it to his mouth.

“5，4......”

Hong Tao tied the national flag to a rope and stood quietly.

“3”

“2”

“1“

"Domi, Mi, tremble~"

"March of the Volunteers" seems to have a special magic, no matter when it sounds, the flower planters will always stand for it and pay attention!

The mist dissipated, the sun broke through the barriers, broke through the clouds, and a beam of sunlight shone brightly, both shining and bright.

Through the blood-red banner that was rising, it released colorful colors, shining on this group of young people and shining on this land.

At this time, no one can say what they feel in their hearts, and the lonely trumpet sound has really become a 360-degree 3D music with no dead ends, piercing the body and soul from every pore.

In the world of this group of young people, the broken flagpole is gone, the urban village is gone, and between heaven and earth, only the blood-red flag and the impassioned music remain.

This is the flag, this is the national anthem.

When it rises, when it sounds, everything becomes magical.

It's like there are two things that we don't understand at all, when the Eight-Nation Coalition occupied Beijing and the Chinese nation was about to perish, an official named Wang Yirong who defended Beijing was the one who discovered the oracle bone inscription, which was precisely the oracle bone inscription he discovered.

He committed suicide on the day the Eight-Nation Alliance entered, and there were still fragments of the oracle on his desk, and the oracle told us to the Chinese that we once had a great Shang dynasty, more than 4,000 years ago.

Then it was in those two days, the two days when the Eight-Nation Coalition entered the north, that the cave of the Tibetan Scriptures was discovered in Dunhuang, telling everyone that there was a Tang Dynasty in China.

Allow me to make an analogy between these two events, of a warrior who had been defeated, covered in blood, and lay dying on the ground, when he suddenly heard the song of his childhood, and he stood up again with a stick.

This childhood song is the oracle bone inscription at that time, and it is the discovery of evidence of the once glorious Tang Dynasty at that time, and he stood up again.

This is 5,000 years of majesty, a mysterious power.

It's as mysterious as that flag, that national anthem!

This is a great hero who has endured so much that he will never die and will never be defeated!

His name is called the Chinese nation!

.................

Happy birthday, Motherland!

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