My mother's life experience has always been a mystery, although she is from Nanjing, a big city in JS Province, but she is a Miao nationality, my mother sings very well, her voice is clear and high-pitched, that clean and pure voice sounds without a trace of impurities, I inherited my mother's talent in singing, my singing in some people's eyes is a ghost crying wolf, but my mother admires me very much, saying that my singing has a kind of energy from the bones, my mother said that this energy from the bones is the most rare.

Once, by the pond in Qililong Village, on a whim, I sang a song "Little Boy" - Little Boy, little trouble, looking at the sun all around, little boy, rarely worrying, I hope it will always be so good, year after year, time flies, little boy is growing taller, as he grows older, his troubles increase.

My singing is soulful and lush, the treble is like an eagle spreading its wings, the bass is twisting and tactful, and the flowing notes are like a clear spring in the mountains, clear and clean, pure without a trace of impurities. My beautiful singing immediately attracted the attention of the men and women who were bathing by the pond, and they all turned back to listen to me sing, and as the song reached its climax, some of the aunts, aunts, and young women had tears in their eyes.

Zhang Mingjun's mother even touched my face with her hand and said, "Good boy, I didn't expect you to sing so well! Let my Mingjun sing a song [Military Port Night] with you another day, and my Mingjun will sing very well." ”

Actually, I know that Zhang Mingjun likes to sing very much, and she sings the song "Velvet Flower" really well, with original flavor and sincere emotions, and it can be said that she sings better than most people. However, I am a little worse than me, I seem to have a unique ability to sing, whether it is the high-pitched [Qinghai-Tibet Plateau] or the low [Prairie Night], I can sing that unique taste that makes people's hearts move.

Although I didn't charge them money to treat those injured villagers in Qililong, I still made some money selling popsicles and cow ice cream in the countryside, so I always wanted to take Zhang Mingjun to the city for a walk, and I finally found such an opportunity.

One day, on the square next to the ancestral hall of Qililong Village, I sang a song "I love you China" - larks fly from the blue sky, I love you China, I love you China, I love you China;

I love your vigorous seedlings in spring, I love your golden fruits in autumn;

I love your green pine temperament, I love your red plum character;

I love the sweet cane of your hometown, as if ** moistens my heart;

I love you China, I love you China

I want to dedicate the most beautiful song to you, my mother and my country;

I love you China, I love you China

I love your blue waves of the South China Sea, I love your snowy north;

I love you for the boundless forests, I love you for the majestic mountains;

I love your murmuring river, flowing through my dreams with clear waves;

I love you China, I love you China

I want to dedicate my beautiful youth to you, my mother, my motherland;

Ah~~~Ah~~~Ah~~~~

I want to dedicate my beautiful youth to you

My mother~my ancestor~country~

The song "I Love You China" is very difficult to sing, and the difficulty is in this high note, if there is no high-pitched and passionate voice, it will not be able to show the surging momentum and emotion of this song. But I can't help it, I'm so strong, I'm a sixteen-year-old boy with terrifying lung capacity, and what's even more rare is that my interpretation of this song has a subdued and turbulent taste, whether it is every note, or every lyric, I sang the kind of taste that makes people cry. Especially those few high notes, "I love the sweet cane of your hometown, it seems to ** nourish my heart;" "I love your gurgling river, flowing through my dreams with clear waves" is even more sung to everyone's heart. When I finished singing this song, many people next to me were moved to tears, especially Zhang Mingjun, who whispered to me such a sentence: "It would be nice if there was a stereo and a microphone." ”

I said, "What's so hard about it, tomorrow, I'm going to take you around the city on my bike, and there's a stereo and microphone in the city square." ”

Of course, I said these words when no one was around, Zhang Mingjun nodded and said, "Seriously, your singing is really good." ”

Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.