The China Central Radio and Television Spring Festival Gala, referred to as the CCTV Spring Festival Gala or Spring Festival Gala, is a comprehensive literary and artistic evening held by the Central Radio and Television Station on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve every year to celebrate the New Year, which originated in 1979, officially opened in 1983, and was designated as a national project in 2014.

The party covers sketches, songs, songs and dances, acrobatics, magic, operas, cross talk dramas and other art forms, bringing the audience and the audience in front of the TV into the carnival, creating a festival scene of "celebrating the whole world and singing in the prosperous era".

The evening will be broadcast live at 8 p.m. on Chinese New Year's Eve every year on the CCTV comprehensive channel, variety channel, Chinese international channel, military agriculture channel and children's channel of the Central Radio and Television Station.

The performance starts at 8 o'clock and ends after midnight, and the audience is not only domestic audiences, but also overseas Chinese and overseas Chinese.

Today, the number of viewers of the Spring Festival Gala every year is more than 100 million, and the ratings dominate the country.

Being able to perform at the Spring Festival Gala is a recognition of the strength of every actor, not for fame, not for profit, in order to be able to celebrate this moment at the same time and with Chinese people around the world.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, families prepared a reunion dinner and gathered together.

In Hugou Village, Zhang Delin and others were not in the village because they were in Beijing, and everyone else in the village was sitting in front of the TV, waiting for Zhang Delin's performance.

Zhang He did not go to Beijing this time, but chose to be with his family.

He and Tang Qiong sat on the sofa, looking at the TV screen, Zhao Yun and her husband Zhang Xing also sat on the side, Zhang Chuan was playing with his mobile phone, looking up at the TV from time to time.

Inside the kitchen, the water in the pot is boiling, ready to put the dumplings in the pot at any time.

In Hugou Village, everyone is close to each other, and they all sit here, gathering together to watch Zhang Delin's performance.

Not only Hugou Village, at this moment, almost the entire Huayin City is sitting in front of the TV, waiting for the performance of Huayin's old style.

This is an opportunity to raise eyebrows, Huayin's program appeared on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, and every Huayin person had light on their faces.

Feng Hao also sat in front of the TV, with a look of emotion, the old man who almost no one knew back then was going to appear on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala today, he was one of the witnesses, and he also felt very incredible.

Wu Yue, the director of Shaanxi TV's "Qin Shengguang", is also sitting in front of the TV at the moment, with his family.

The old employees of the former factory are also at home, waiting for the performance.

Chinese people around the world, hundreds of millions of people are doing one thing at the moment, looking at the TV screen, computer screen, mobile phone screen, waiting for the performance of the Spring Festival Gala.

At eight o'clock, the opening dance officially began, and the first program was the opening song and dance, with countless dancers and singers singing and dancing for everyone on stage, dancing and performing, and bringing the atmosphere up.

Laughter resounded in every family.

Songs, sketches, songs, songs, dances, sketches...... One program after another, the time is accurate to the second, and the time of each period must be strictly controlled.

At around ten o'clock, the opera program took the stage to sing.

Opera programs are an important part of the Spring Festival Gala, if the Spring Festival Gala does not want opera programs, then opera may really decline, in order to ensure the traditional opera of the Chinese nation, opera programs will be arranged on stage every year.

Wu Opera, Henan Opera, Yue Opera, Xiqu, and Peking Opera are one after another, which is a large-scale opera skewer program.

The next show is Huayin's old performance.

"Hurry up, get ready to play!" the staff urged.

The old artists stayed at the waiting place, and when the stage would come down, and after the things were moved up, the stage rose, and everyone came to the stage.

"Lord Delin, come on!" Liu Xingwu encouraged.

"Come on!" Han Le'an also shouted.

Everyone was waiting for it, and their hearts were pounding, as if they were about to burst out of their hearts at any moment.

The opera performance officially ends, followed by the host's time, during which the veteran artists will come to the stage.

"It's about to be Delinye's performance!" Zhang Chuan put down his phone and stared at the screen intently.

Ma Bowen, the director of the Wei Normal Academy, and the students of the Music Association were all sitting in front of the TV.

"The next show is Huayin's old dialect!"

Everyone looked anxious and hated to have to listen to the host's cutscene.

Professor Chen Shaoyang and Director Liang Qiuliang of Xi'an Conservatory of Music are also in their own homes, watching TV with their families.

"Wait for the performance of Huayin's old style, don't be busy, come and watch. Chen Shaoyang said, let his wife come over.

Professor Li Wan Li of the Central Conservatory of Music also watched the Spring Festival Gala at his home, looking forward to it.

Qi Hanyu of the Guanzhong Folk Art Museum also watched the TV, and Chen Yixia, the head of the Beijing Renyi Drama Troupe, was also sitting in front of the TV.

"Huayin's old voice is about to perform, come and see!" Chen Yixia urged, looking at the TV screen intently.

In the Hugou Murakami, everyone's eyes are focused on the TV.

"Lord Delin is about to perform, hurry over and call the little babies back!" Zhang Xing shouted.

Tang Qiong leaned on Zhang He's shoulder with a smile on her face and looked at the TV.

On the TV screen, the two hosts are chatting, and the headset is waiting for notifications at any time.

Cutscenes are prepared in advance and are improvised.

"The stage is ready, the curtain is on!" said the director's voice in the headset.

The two hosts reacted immediately, ended the cutscene, and began to announce the next show.

The male host held the microphone in his hand and said slowly: "So this is the wisdom in traditional Chinese culture." ”

"Next, our show can be said to be a chorus of ancient and modern, a dialogue between the old and the new, let's listen to "Huayin Old Voice"!" The hostess followed and said.

The topic of the two people continued the topic mentioned before, which naturally led to the next show.

On the stage, the lights came on, and the eyes of the audience moved.

The old artists sat around, and Zhang Delin stood in the middle with the moon qin in his hand.

Seeing the dress of this group of old artists, the audience exclaimed.

Zhang Delin held the Yueqin in his hand, danced with his right hand, and read aloud: "Eight hundred miles of Qinchuan!"

"Hey!" shouted all the old artists.

"Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!"

"Hey!" everyone had smiles on their faces and red scarves around their necks.

Shen Chujie sat on the stage steps at the back, watching this scene.

"The nostalgia can't be sung!" Zhang Delin shouted.

"Hey!" everyone shouted.

"The story doesn't end!"

"Hey!"

"Rip out your throat!"

"Hey!"

"Huayin's old voice wants to shout!"

"Hi...... Hey!"

Every shout was accompanied by the sound of a gong, a bench, and a stomping of feet.

"Dude!" Zhang Delin shouted.

"Hey!" everyone smiled and agreed.

"Copy guy!"

"Uh......h Hey!"

"Uh......h Hey, hey, hey!"

"Uh......h Hey!"

A few bangs sounded, and the music also stirred.

In an instant, all the audiences who were watching the Spring Festival Gala were all attracted, such a unique performance had never been seen before.

Shen Chujie then got up, holding a small cymbal and tapping it again and again.

In the midst of the music, keyboards, drums, bass, and guitars gradually joined in, and the stage slowly rose, and the musicians appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"It's a combination of rock and roll!" said many viewers.

Shen Chujie slowly walked in front of Limai.

As the song reached its apex, Shen Chujie sang loudly: "Huayin's old voice wants to shout!

"Shout that old dragon out of Qinchuan! Shout that the Yellow River has turned!"

The four lyrics are majestic, and the momentum of the Chinese nation is revealed in an instant, and the audience all applauds.

This lyric is well written, and Shen Chujie sang that momentum even more.

"The sun has made a golden plate!" Shen Chujie continued to sing.

Zhang Delin stepped on the bench with one foot, supported the Yueqin with his thighs, and played again and again.

"The moon hooked a silver bend!"

"Scoop up a scoop of water in the heavenly river!"

"The stars that are sprinkled are all over the sky!" Shen Chujie's rich voice went straight to the hearts of the people, and everyone felt the momentum of swallowing the sky and the sea in the lyrics.

This momentum represents the spirit of the Chinese nation to overcome obstacles and move forward all the way, fearless of hardships and dangers, and represents the cry of farmers on the yellow earth!

Zhang Delin walked to Shen Chujie's side at this moment, holding the Yueqin in his hand and singing loudly: "Tianhe...... Scoop up a scoop of water! The stars are hanging all over the sky!"

Shen Chujie held a small cymbal in his hand and cooperated with Zhang Delin's performance.

"What kind of mountain is the highest mountain. ”

"What kind of river is the widest river. ”

"What kind of soil is the most beautiful soil. ”

"What kind of sky is the sky of blue grids!"

Shen Chujie followed and sang.

"The backbone of the man is the highest mountain. ”

"Mother's bosom is the widest river. ”

"The countryside of my hometown is the most beautiful land. ”

"The hearts of the people are filled with blue and shining heavens!"

Four questions and four answers, the grade of the whole song instantly rose to a higher level.

In front of the TV, everyone was blown away by the lyrics and the actors' performances.

The climax gradually rose, Shen Chujie took the microphone off the shelf, with a stubborn expression, and sang loudly: "Zhou Qinhan, for thousands of years, we are facing the loess with our backs to the sky!"

"In my dream, the Yellow River is clear to the bottom, and we will go to Chang'an on the road to the sky!"

"Zhou Qinhan!" Zhang Delin's quaint voice sounded.

"Thousands of years!"

When waiting under the stage, everyone was still very nervous, and when they really stood on this stage, all the tension in their hearts disappeared, and there was only one thought left in their hearts, that is, to sing this song well, so that the people of the whole country and the Chinese people around the world know the old Huayin dialect!

"Liang Liang, Tu Yuan!" Zhang Delin sang loudly, singing the voice in his heart, "Don't be afraid of sweat beads falling eight petals...... What the people are looking forward to is the sweet days!"

The applause never stopped.

Zhang He watched the TV, his eyes moistened unconsciously.

Hugou Village was quiet, no one made a sound, only Zhang Delin's singing on the TV.

"Panpan, pan!" Zhang Delin waved his hand and shouted.

"Hey!" shouted the veteran artists and musicians.

"Sweet sweet!"

"Hey!"

"Panpan, pan!"

"Hey!"

"Sweet sweet!"

The music gradually became excited, and the guitar and bass resounded in everyone's ears.

Paired with modern rock music, the momentum of the whole song is even better.

"We've been looking forward to it day after day!" Shen Chujie continued.

"We've been looking forward to it year after year!"

Zhang Dongxue stood at the end, her body danced, she was in charge of the musical instrument is the gong, placed at the back, wearing a green floral jacket, festive and peaceful.

"We've been looking forward to it for generations! The dragon has turned over!" Shen Chujie sang loudly.

As soon as this lyric came out, many viewers were left in tears.

The tears in his eyes couldn't hold back anymore, and they flowed down his cheeks, Zhang He wiped his face, but his eyes were still staring at the TV.

Lao Yan has been looking forward to it for so many years, and finally came to the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

And the same is true of China, after a hundred years of suffering, it finally stood up, the dragon turned over, stood proudly among the nations of the world, and walked towards the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation!

Shen Chujie held the microphone in her hand and walked to the front of the stage.

"Zhou Qinhan, for thousands of years, we are facing the loess with our backs to the sky! I hope to plant in the loess, just looking forward to bearing a golden egg!"

"Raise your eyes and look at today, the long wind is breaking the waves and hanging the clouds in the sea! Dream of erecting that rainbow, erecting that rainbow will catch the clouds!"

Everyone was moved by the lyrics, moved by the singing voice of the old artist and Shen Chujie, and I don't know how many people shed tears at this moment.

Every Chinese can feel the momentum contained in the lyrics, which is the spirit of the Chinese people who will never admit defeat and the confidence accumulated by the Chinese nation over the past 5,000 years.

As the song ended, the old artists shouted: "Woo...... Hey!"

Zhang Demin held a trumpet in his hand and blew it.

"Hey...... Eh, hey, hey, eh, ......" Zhang Delin took the lead in humming the most classic tune of the old dialect.

Zhang Deyun also rushed to the front with a stool, and smashed it towards the stool with a jujube wood block in his hand.

The music all died down, and everyone stopped what they were doing.

Shen Chujie stood in front of the microphone, her eyes were bright, and she sang: "Huayin's old voice wants to ...... A shout!"

Huayin's old voice wants to shout, and China also wants to shout, and the shout will definitely shock the whole world!

In front of the TV, Zhang He wiped the corners of his eyes and wiped away his tears.

He couldn't hear the voice behind him, but he knew that Huayin's old voice was really going to be hot now......