My own mother-in-law looked anxious: "Big girl, you are seventeen after the New Year, Wang Xiaohua of the next door is one year younger than you, and she has already begun to conceive her second child, I don't think I should have sent you to the city to work in the first place, and raised your heart."

The eldest girl retorted: "Mother, I don't marry the son of the king, when he was a child, he only had a runny nose, and he couldn't beat me." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The mother-in-law interrupted without hesitation: "What do you say, people are also studying in the city now, they are student babies, and they are living, and his father eats public food, and he can lose you by drought and flood!" ”

The eldest girl snorted and drank the noodle soup cleanly, and burped with a "uh", and then said: "What's wrong with the student baby, I don't marry a student, if I want to marry a student, I will marry the Red Army, and now there are more students to join the Red Army." ”

Wang Xiaoxuan scolded: "I know the Red Army all day long, and if you are killed by the Japanese or the Kuomintang one day, you will be widowed, and you will be alone in the future, this time you will listen to your mother, the son of Officer Wang has played with you since childhood, and he will never dare to bully you, marry their family, reliable!" ”

The eldest girl was dissatisfied: "Without the Red Army, can you eat rice and white noodles?" If it weren't for the Red Army coming to northern Shaanxi, our family would have died a long time ago. ”

"Hey, why can't this kid carry it!" Wang Xiaozhuan was indeed grateful to the Red Army, and he didn't want to say anything bad about the Red Army, so he put a break from the quarrel.

After the quarrel subsided, in order to ease the atmosphere, the eldest girl said to her parents: "Father, mother, tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, the radio in the factory said that there is a Spring Festival Gala on Chinese New Year's Eve, let's go to the radio station in the town to listen to the Spring Festival Gala." ”

Wang Xiaoshui was confused: "What, what is the Spring Festival Gala?" ”

The eldest girl doesn't know much either, she doesn't know much and has limited comprehension, so she just said vaguely: "The Spring Festival Gala is just singing big dramas on the radio!" ”

"Is it a big opera? Middle! Then tomorrow we will have an early Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and our family will all go to see it. "Wang Xiaoxuan is a fan of drama, and as soon as he heard that it was a big drama, he immediately agreed.

Yan'an City, among restaurants.

A table of guests after Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is preparing to check out and leave.

Xiao Er grabbed the guests and said: "Guests, don't leave too early tonight, listen to the Spring Festival Gala of Xinhua Radio, saying that there is a New Year's drama, and I said it every day on the radio half a month ago." ”

The guest at the next table obviously knew better, and he leaned over and said: "What is the New Year's drama, the full name of the family is the Spring Festival Gala." In the party, there are not only big dramas, but also singers singing. ”

Xiao Er nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, our boss has prepared the radio, how lively it is for everyone to listen together!" ”

The guests at that table were not in a hurry to check out after listening to popular science, and ordered some small wine and cold dishes, and waited for the Spring Festival Gala to open with everyone.

In Yangjialing, the commanders and the central leaders are also discussing the Spring Festival Gala, due to the limited venue factors, the Spring Festival Gala is completely closed live broadcast, there is no live audience, so the commanders and leaders, like the people of the whole country, can only listen to the Spring Festival Gala on the radio.

As Yan'an Xinhua People's Radio Station has been promoting the Spring Festival Gala every day for half a month, the word Spring Festival Gala has spread throughout the entire Soviet base area, and even the people in the Kuomintang are looking forward to the arrival of this so-called Spring Festival Gala.

However, although they were all waiting, everyone's mood was different, the people were looking forward to having fun on Chinese New Year's Eve, and the reactionaries were waiting to see the jokes, hoping that the Workers' and Peasants' Party would smash the so-called Spring Festival Gala.

No matter what kind of mood everyone looks at the Spring Festival Gala, the Spring Festival Gala still started as scheduled.

In the evening, Wang Daya's family, who had had an early Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and the people who heard the news, gathered in the square downstairs of the radio station to form groups to listen to the Spring Festival Gala.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the voices of the two announcers who served as the host rang out on time.

"Xinhua People's Radio!"

"Xinhua People's Radio!"

"Hello everyone, listeners and friends across the country!"

"This is the 1937 Spring Festival Gala broadcast by Xinhua People's Radio for you."

"Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and in this happy and peaceful festival of family reunion, welcome to the first Spring Festival Gala broadcast live by Xinhua People's Radio. Let our voice accompany you to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new year, and celebrate the new year together. ”

"At this moment, there are less than four hours left before the arrival of another New Year, and I believe that every household across the country must celebrate Chinese New Year's Eve and welcome the happy scene of the New Year!"

"Yes, maybe now you are with your family, having a hot Chinese New Year's Eve dinner."

"Maybe you're still on your way home and you're rushing to reunite with your loved ones."

"Maybe you are sticking to your job and bringing happiness to others!"

"Wherever you are, please accept our blessings."

"On this annual festive day of the Chinese nation, we give you New Year's greetings!"

"Since this is a festive day, how can there be no beautiful singing! Next, please listen to the people's singer Yang Xi bring you "Today is a good day!" 》。 ”

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Happy gongs and drums beat out the joy of the year

The beautiful dance sent Tianyiyuan jubilation

The sun's oil paint is red today's day

The flowers of life are our smiles

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Today is a good day

Anything you want can be done

Tomorrow is a good day

Open the door of the house, let's welcome the spring breeze

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The lantern outside the door is red

A good song conveys a deep affection

The watercolor of the moonlight will brighten up tomorrow's day

The wonderful world is in our hearts

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Today is a good day

The time of the daughter cannot wait

Tomorrow is another good day

When we met the Red Army, we enjoyed peace

Today is a good day

Anything you want can be done

Tomorrow is another good day

The time of the daughter cannot wait

Today and tomorrow are good days

When we met the Red Army, we enjoyed peace

Needless to say, this song is pirated by Zhang Cheng again, from the classic repertoire of later General Song!

The singing voice is very New Year's flavor, and the commander beats while listening, and from time to time says to Sister Yang next to him: "Yes, very festive and lively singing!" ”

The comrades also echoed it, saying that the song was very good. Wang Daya of the radio station admired Yang Xi even more, and instantly turned into Yang Xi's brain-dead fan.

"The people of all nationalities in the Soviet region, we are here to celebrate the Spring Festival, but please do not forget that the Japanese imperialism will not die, and after swallowing the northeast of our country, they have set their sights on the Yellow River valley, and Pingjin is in danger! North China is in danger! The whole country is in danger! ”

"Next, please listen to the chorus composed by Commander Zhang Cheng: "Defending the Yellow River."

Zhang Cheng, who served as the chorus conductor in the center of the stage, was stunned, how could this host report his name, didn't he expose him, I still want to keep a low profile as much as possible.

But Zhang Cheng didn't have time to care, and the chorus was about to start.

As soon as the commander heard that it was actually a song composed by Zhang Cheng, he immediately pricked up his ears: "Zhang Cheng hasn't written a song for a long time, and the songs he wrote are okay, let us listen to the level of this song "Defending the Yellow River". ”

As the muffled music sounded, a very magnetic voice recited:

Sons and daughters of the Chinese nation,

Who wants to be like pigs and sheep,

Slaughtered?

We are determined to die,

Defend the Yellow River!

Defend North China!

Defend all of China!

The recitation was followed by an impassioned chorus of male voices;

The wind is roaring,

The horse is barking,

The Yellow River roars,

The Yellow River roars,

Hexi hills are thousands of feet high,

Hedong Hebei sorghum is ripe,

In the midst of thousands of mountains,

There are a lot of anti-Japanese heroes!

In the green gauze tent,

Guerrilla fighters are heroic!

picked up the earthen spear and foreign gun,

Wielding a broadsword and spear,

Defend your hometown!

Defend the Yellow River!

Defend North China!

Defend all of China!