"Lao Qin, why are you still playing, hurry up and come out, Fengzi is already on the field!"

In a house in an ordinary community in Nanhai City, the hostess of about 50 years old was sitting on the sofa and shouting impatiently, and there was an LCD TV hanging on the wall opposite the sofa, and "I am a singer" was playing on the TV.

"Here, here, Fengzi participates in the competition, can I not know? It's Lao Chen, he has to pull me to play chess, and I can't help it!" In the master bedroom, a middle-aged man in his fifties, not too tall but energetic, walked out and said as he walked.

He didn't say that it was okay, but when he heard this, the hostess was even more angry: "Play chess, you know how to play chess all day long." I didn't want to play chess in the past, but now that I have learned to surf the Internet, I stay at home every day, do you still want this home?"

"Yes, definitely!" The middle-aged man knew his wife's personality, and hurriedly changed the topic: "Ouch, Fengzi has appeared, Fengzi is so good-looking today!"

In the screen, Chen Yongren, dressed in a white suit, is quietly walking to the center of the stage, he is already handsome and extraordinary, and he is even more dusty under the support of the spotlight.

"That's, it's my son!" the hostess looked at the screen, her brow full of pride.

Wide red flags, bright lights, melodious music, and familiar figures.

The figure was talking, and the clear voice was coming down the television into the ears of each warrior.

"A few days ago, I had the pleasure of going to the Flag Guard, where I got to know a particularly good group of young fighters. It was also there that I met an old squad leader who was unknown but used his life to protect us.

To be honest, I was very shocked in my heart, it was they who used their young lives to hold up a free sky for us, as an ordinary person, I don't know how to thank them, in the end, I can only send them a song to say what is in their hearts!"

After a pause, Chen Yongren continued: "A letter from home, sent to our soldiers, and also to thousands of sons and daughters!"

Amid the applause, the music slowly sounded. The accompaniment is not complicated, it is just a harmonica and an acoustic guitar, and at the moment when the accompaniment sounds, Liang Dong is also ready to start his own singing.

"Dear Mom and Dad,

How are you guys.

I'm busy at work right now,

Physically, okay.

I'm doing well in Beijing right now.

Mom and Dad, don't worry too much.

Although I rarely write letters,

Actually, I'm homesick......"

Strictly speaking, "A Letter to Family" is not a red song, but an urban ballad, which tells the story of thousands of children who go out to home and miss their parents.

In the last century, technology has not yet developed to the present level, the Internet is only in its infancy, and the concept of mobile phones has just been proposed, and telephones are only circulated in special departments, and most of the contact between children and parents depends on letters.

When they are away from home, children always tell their parents about their situation in this way, what they have encountered, and occasionally talk about their own troubles, which is the first family letter.

After entering the new century, science and technology have developed with each passing day, mobile phones and the Internet have replaced family letters, and family contacts have become faster and more convenient.

Unlike the outside world, the military only has a short time to contact family members every week, and it is over in a few minutes. In order to show their concern, the soldiers developed the habit of writing letters to their families.

After the family is written, hand over the letter to the squad leader, and the squad leader will hand over the document and mail it out uniformly. These small letters carry the homesickness of the wanderers.

I think it's written in the lyrics, although I rarely write letters, but I'm very homesick.

"Does Dad go to work every day,

If you don't manage it strictly, don't go.

After a lifetime of revolutionary work,

It's time to rest.

I bought a sweater for my mom,

Don't be reluctant to put it on.

In the past, my son was not very obedient,

Now sensible, he's grown up......"

"A Letter to Home" is a song written by musician Li Chunbo in 1993, when Mr. Li Chunbo was adrift, and one day he wanted to write a letter to his parents, but he couldn't write it anymore, and he wrote the same every day, like a diary and not like writing a letter.

It just so happened that there was a guitar in the dormitory, so he sang and wrote while holding the guitar, which led to the emergence of "A Letter to Home".

It is precisely because of this that many people furrowed their eyebrows slightly, and "A Letter to Home" is undoubtedly a good song. However, it does not conform to the spirit of the soldiers, who emphasize the spirit of fearlessness, great dedication, and giving up a small family for everyone. No matter what hardships and hardships they face, or a sea of swords and fires, as long as they give an order, they will attack.

They are not fighting for themselves, but for their families, for the whole nation.

The small family is more important than everyone else, a bit petty bourgeoisie, and the mood of the warrior is very different. Putting such a song on stage, Chen Yongren is a bit of a risk.

Didn't Chen Yongren know about the situation of "A Letter to Home"? He naturally knew that "A Letter to Family" was a song for wanderers, but not a song for soldiers.

So when the song is three-thirds of the way through, the music suddenly takes a turn, and the drums, trombones, trumpets, electronic pianos and other instruments play out together, breaking through the original deep mourning, and the whole song instantly stirs up.

In the sound of music, Chen Yongren also changed his singing style, and sang in a correct and round manner.

"Speak from the heart......"

Chen Yongren adapted a letter to his family...

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'This Teacher Qin Feng, it's really kind to do bad things!' Liu Yan sighed in his heart, in the next period of time, he needed to change the training method and give priority to solving the ideological problems of the fighters.

Just as he was about to turn off the TV, the music suddenly took a turn, and the original mourning disappeared completely, replaced by passionate songs.

As soon as he heard the first sentence, Liu Yan's eyes couldn't help but light up.

It is really a song that describes the mood of the fighters and makes the fighters firm in their ideas.

"Hear, if we don't stand guard, if we don't work hard, who will defend our motherland and who will defend our families? Our training and our sacrifice will never be for ourselves, but for the motherland, and even more for our families! No one misses home, you miss home, and I miss home. But we are soldiers, and soldiers must look like soldiers, and they must have the spirit of sacrifice and dedication!"

Liu Yan mobilized to the soldiers, but he didn't blindly emphasize dedication: "Of course, I also know that everyone has been working hard recently, so I specially applied to my superiors, and the next time I contact my family, everyone can talk to my family for ten minutes!"

However, it was only increased from five minutes to ten minutes, and the warriors' eyes lit up, and their faces were filled with happy smiles.

Looking at the happy expressions of the soldiers, Li Feng, the leader of the third squad, also laughed lightly, and unconsciously touched his pocket with his right hand: "Old squad leader, someone sent you back this letter to your family!"