The counselor of the school brigade consciously followed behind Zhang Jiaming, kept dragging the microphone cable forward for him, and walked to the table covered with red cloth where the leaders of the Municipal Education Bureau were seated.

In the sixth class of the fifth grade, there was a girl who attracted Zhang Jiaming's attention, and the other students were all beating rhythmically with excitement, but she was the only one with big eyes and big mouths, looking at herself like a silly girl.

At this time, this stupid girl was thinking, oh my God! Could this be my brother Zhang Jiaming, who is usually wilted and can't beat a fart with three sticks?

Zhang Jiaming squeezed his sister Zhang Jiali's eyes, and then walked to the seat of his class and stopped, he wanted to stand in front of his classmates to sing the most important part of the first paragraph of this song, "The Great Wall of the Yangtze River, the Yellow Mountain and the Yellow River, weigh a thousand pounds in my heart...... My Chinese heart. ”

After the first lyrics are sung, there is no need for Zhang Jiaming to say, 'Where is the applause?' Zhang Jiaming saw the head teacher Huang's excited face flushed, and applauded him desperately.

With Mr. Chen's beautiful piano music as the background music, Zhang Jiaming said in a rousing tone: "I only dedicate this song "My Chinese Heart" to our motherland, and wish our great motherland prosperity and strength!" Wishing our people happiness and well-being! ”

There was another round of applause at the scene, Zhang Jiaming noticed that Mr. Huang's eyes were a little moist, and the eye circles of several students were slightly red, Zhang Jiaming was also a little moved in his heart, and was moved by the pure and simple feelings in the hearts of people in that era, which once disappeared in his heart, but was reawakened at this moment.

"The Great Wall of the Yangtze River, the Yellow River of the Yellow Mountain, weighs a thousand pound......s in my heart" Zhang Jiaming continued to sing the second half of the song, re-onto the stage, the brigade counselor followed behind to recover the microphone cable, Zhang Jiaming noticed that behind the classroom window next to the stage, a little girl in a white coat was paying attention to herself without blinking.

At the end of the song, Zhang Jiaming bowed and left, and the audience once again burst into thunderous applause, and the announcer began to coax, "Students, is Zhang Jiaming singing well?" ”

"Sounds good!"

"Do you want to invite Zhang Jiaming to come again?"

"One more!" One more! The shouts lasted for a long time.

"Zhang Jiaming, you see that your classmates are so enthusiastic, you can come again!" The announcer smiled.

It seems that he can't leave the show if he doesn't continue to perform a show, Zhang Jiaming thought for a while, returned to the microphone and said: "Thanks to everyone's love for being so much, I will sing you another song "Nanping Evening Bell". ”

"Nanping Evening Bell" and "My Chinese Heart" are both composed by the famous Hong Kong composer Mr. Wang Fuling, the tune is jumping and lively, the lyrics are fresh and beautiful, and have been covered by many Hong Kong and Taiwan singers.

At the same time, as a fan of Xiao Ge, Zhang Jiaming clearly remembers that Xiao Ge also won the first singing award since his debut in 1984 - Taiwan Golden Melody Award.

This "Nanping Evening Bell" is a work of Mr. Wang Fuling in the fifties and sixties, Zhang Jiaming felt that Mr. Chen should be able to play, so he walked over and communicated with Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen nodded, stroked the piano with both hands, and the cheerful prelude of "Nanping Evening Bell" immediately flowed out from between her fingers.

Zhang Jiaming's small and fresh singing voice also sang, "I hurriedly walked in the deep forest, the deep forest was full of bushes, I couldn't find his whereabouts, only saw the tree shaking the wind......"

Zhang Jiaming sang while walking, with a beat in his hands, and he had to say two words to interact with the audience during the music interval, and the atmosphere of the scene was greatly mobilized by him, even the leaders of the Municipal Education Bureau who were sitting in the front row were also smiling and talking to each other while playing the beat, and then nodding frequently to each other.

"The evening bell of Nanping, drifting with the wind, he seems to knock on my heart......" Zhang Jiaming had a relaxed smile on his face, holding the microphone and preparing to go to the stage for another walk.

This time, the students in the audience took the initiative to stretch out their hands to shake hands with Zhang Jiaming, and the students sitting in the back row also left their positions and leaned out their arms to join in the fun.

Well, these are my fans, if I run for the captain of the school's Young Pioneers in the future, it should be fine, right?

Coming to the area of the sixth class of the fifth grade, Zhang Jiaming deliberately walked to the back row, and generously stretched out a hand in front of his sister Zhang Jiali, Zhang Jiali hesitated for a moment, handed over the hand, Zhang Jiaming held his sister's hand and shook it solemnly, before withdrawing.

Zhang Jiaming took the microphone and sang while returning to the stage, at this time his heart was full of unprecedented confidence, he enjoyed this feeling of attention, and at the same time he also believed that his future "life" stage will be bigger and broader.

"The evening bell of Nanping, drifting with the wind, he urged me to wake up my lovesick dream...... I walked out of the forest and saw the red sunset. After singing the song, Zhang Jiaming bowed again and thanked him, and left the audience with another warm applause.

Ms. Chen still sat in front of the piano and reminisced about this song, she didn't expect that this song could still be sung like this, and her heart began to waver in the immutable format teaching of mainland music education.

As soon as Zhang Jiaming pushed open the door of the classroom and entered, a second-grade girl held a cup of hot tea in her hand and said with admiration: "Brother Jiaming, please drink water." ”

Zhang Jiaming took the teacup and said with a smile: "Thank you, little sister." ”

Now that he has gained another die-hard fan, hey, Zhang Jiaming was very complacent in his heart, and glanced at Lin Na, who took her eyes away from Zhang Jiaming in a panic.

Zhang Jiaming judged from the life experience of a middle-aged uncle, usually girls have this kind of look, either they are weak-hearted, or they have someone in their hearts, eh, is she a little evil, how old is she? Besides, she will be the eldest brother's woman in the future.

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At five o'clock in the afternoon, the art show of Yangjiang No. 1 Experimental Primary School finally came to an end, Zhang Jiaming won the first prize, Zhang Jiaming performed a standard Young Pioneers salute, received the first certificate of his student career from the hand of the director of education, and the principal of the school Wu awarded him a prize, which was a backpack containing a full set of learning stationery, which was a very fashionable student equipment in that era.

Xiao Gongju Lin Na did not fail, and won the third prize with three other classmates, the other two girls were all happy, but Lin Na pouted and looked a little disappointed, the eldest brother's woman's heart is higher than the average person.

The students moved their benches back to the classroom, and Teacher Huang announced that they would return to school at 8:30 a.m. on the 23rd to receive their report cards, and at the same time held a parent-teacher meeting.