Before Su Huai could answer, the old artist Guo Yinglan replied honestly:

When I was a child, the master took us to the field on an empty stomach at 4 o'clock every morning to practice the voice, and did not sing at first, but shouted the voice, the master taught us to shout the words "Hmm" and "Ah", feel the change of high and low tones, shout for 10 minutes to 20 minutes, the throat and eyes will be hot, that is, moistened, and then read the confession.

Regardless of the wind or rain, whether the body is good or bad, we have to practice sound and qi every day for three or four hours, and in winter, the master asks us to grab a handful of snow and use our mouths to remove the snow until the snow is still turned into it. ”

Guo Yinglan recounted her experience with some pride, but Zhang Ying sighed at this time and said earnestly:

In order to let the children succeed for themselves, the Chinese people always force the children to work hard, but they ignore the children's nature. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Ying looked at Guo Yinglan sympathetically and said:

"Mr. Guo, in fact, if you didn't study opera when you were a child, but chose to study to be a lawyer or a doctor, not because you studied opera to make a living, I'm afraid you would be happier and more successful than singing the red songs prescribed by others here now. ”

Mrs. Guo was stunned for a moment, and thought: Why did she just ask how hard she worked in singing, but when she turned her head, she said that she had an unhappy childhood?

Mrs. Guo suddenly had a bad face, looked at Zhang Ying, a compatriot, and said:

"Let's live, first of all, we have to make a living, there is nothing high or low in the profession, I think singing is no worse than a doctor and a lawyer, and then no one forced me to sing here, I just want to sing praises to the motherland, this is an emotion from the bottom of my heart, and "My Motherland" is not a red song. ”

"This is a clear brainwashing of the people's songs. Zhang Ying shook his head a little sadly, very compassionate:

"The New Year is a festival to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, we should call on the people to be united, tolerant, and happy, instead of setting off hatred and killing in people's hearts...... I can feel your fear."

As he spoke, Zhang Ying looked at the camera gently and said:

"My dream is: I hope that the next generation of Huaxia can stand in any place on any night and say what they want to say without any fear in their hearts. The efforts of our generation are nothing more than the hope that our next generation will have 'freedom from fear'......"

William, the founder of the billboard next to him, also said: "Yes, this kind of incendiary song should not appear on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, it's not that the song is bad, but inappropriate." ”

Mrs. Guo couldn't help but be anxious and argued:

"Minister Zhang, "My Motherland" is not a red song, it does not call on us to surround an idea, or fight for what flag, it tells us what is worth guarding, the rivers, lakes and seas of our hometown, and the people who are nurtured by them!"

Hearing this, Zhang Ying's eyes immediately lit up, and he said slowly:

"Actually, there is some truth in what you say, but what I want to tell you is that a song, in different time and space, bumps into different memories, it produces different feelings and meanings, just now in the venue, a thousand people sat together and sang for a few minutes, in the current situation of the Spring Festival Gala, singing is the waves of the river, singing is the white sails of the rice flowers......"

Saying that, Zhang Ying said lyrically to the camera:

"When people sing this song, it may be the first love in the past, it may be some kind of unbearable, it may be nothing, it may be such a simple and beautiful melody, it is a very pure few minutes......"

Speaking of Zhang Ying, his tone became more literary and artistic, and he sighed:

"The meaning of the song will change, and the gentleness of the song is stronger than the sword... The first half of this song is so pure and natural, but in the middle, it becomes a thing of swords and swords, I can only say, isn't it tiring to brainwash people with art like this?"

At this time, Zhang Ying looked at Su Huai very naturally, and said with a sigh: "Mr. Su, in fact, sometimes, really, a big river is a big river, and a rice wave is just a rice wave......

Looking at Zhang Ying's review of the song, he suddenly made a 180-degree turn, a little lyrical freshness, turning himself from the accuser to the victim, and staged an unusually beautiful chicken soup for the soul. Mrs. Guo Yinglan was dumbfounded, where had she ever met such a master!

Su Huai was even more speechless for a while, this is not clear but not dark, why can these speculative so-called cultural intellectuals always use beautiful words to make a bowl of thick chicken soup, and use the image of compassion to make an image of "the world is dark, only I am bright"?

Su Huaiming knew that the other party was trying to lower his votes and ridiculed him in various ways, but if he fought back now, he would only be regarded as "sword and sword" and "brainwashing", so he kept silent.

Follow me to this set...... I used to meet more people like you in the world.

Zhang Ying had already created an image for herself calling for liberation, and wanted Su Huai to show her teeth and claws, she pretended to be pitiful, and the trick was "You dare to murder me!

In an instant, Su Huai can be put in a position of "bullying women".

Unexpectedly, Su Huai ignored her at all, which was embarrassing.

But Zhang Ying also fought back very quickly, sighed and said:

"Well, Mr. Guo doesn't agree with me, so we can ask the Chinese audience and see how they answer. ”

said that the camera cooperated and began to find the Chinese audience next to him, compared to the righteousness of Mrs. Guo Yinglan, the Chinese people are still easier to deal with.

So Zhang Ying clicked one casually, only to see a middle-aged Chinese audience wearing glasses and chubby and without combat power stood up.

Zhang Ying smiled and asked: "This friend, just now we discussed the lyrics of "My Motherland", can you please ask, when you heard 'a big river with wide waves', which river in your life did you think of, and what did you think of?"

The Chinese audience looked very gentle and honest, and it looked very easy to fool, and Zhang Ying saw this and deliberately asked a guiding question.

After the catastrophe, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River no longer existed, but the two rivers around Mount Tai were given this name, and not many people have memories of these two Chinese mother rivers, and generally can only name the lakes or small rivers in those places.

As long as the Chinese audience does not answer "Yangtze River, Yellow River", then Zhang Ying can say by the way that "My Motherland" is the most infectious in the front, and the sword and sword shadow in the back is a failure, with a rhythm and saying that this song is not worth voting.

The Chinese audience also hesitated for a moment, thought about it, but stammered:

"I was also wondering what the big river in the song was...... I think ......"

"Which river do you remember?" Zhang Ying smiled slightly and continued to try to guide.

But the Chinese audience hesitated, and suddenly his voice became louder:

"This great river is a great river that is rolling east of the Yangtze River.

It is the Guan Guan Ju Dove, the great river in the river island.

It is the water of the Yellow River that comes from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns.

It is a lonely sail with a distant shadow and a blue sky, and only the big river that flows in the sky of the Yangtze River can be seen.

It is a great river that is destroyed by the body and the name, and the rivers and rivers are not wasted......"

Each sentence is Su Huai's poems in this time and space......