on stage.

Textbook-level characters sit on chairs, wandering in the blending of musical instruments and musical instruments, performing this wonderful prelude.

Lyrical but not lacking in majestic.

In the back, students of the Conservatory of Music and young artists on both sides of the strait, dressed in neat suits or white skirts, stood straight and smiling, humming the melody of "My Motherland".

Blowing like a gust of fresh wind, it kicked off the prelude and brought everyone to that cruel, but beautiful era.

"On the land of China, there is a voice that has been accompanying the footsteps of progress, singing and walking......"

In the rich voice of the host Li Guohui, a figure slowly walked to the center of the stage.

She was full of silver hair, her steps were faltering, but every step was extremely steady, and the years had left marks on her face, but she was still very energetic, even if she was eighty, her waist was still straight.

I don't know if it's because of excitement or other reasons, her hands are trembling slightly, but her typhoon is very good, and her aura is extremely strong.

She walked over to the microphone and smiled, as she had done decades ago, smiling as she looked at the audience below, her lips moving slightly, as if she had a thousand words to tell, but finally returned to calm.

The applause from the audience was like thunder, one after another.

A pair of eyes were full of heat and excitement, and some old people looked at Zhang Xia, and their eyes were moist and their bodies trembled slightly.

After making eye contact with Zhang Xia, several old people applauded desperately and nodded desperately.

In the war-torn era.

Music empowers people to explore the light of dawn in the midst of despair and darkness.

In times of peace, music is a kind of power, allowing them to forge ahead in the midst of hardship and poverty, and create a world of abundance with their hands.

After going through these years, they can see their old friends singing on stage again, and they naturally can't suppress their emotions in their hearts, making them surge.

Folk singer Zhang Liyang, Chinese tenor singer and educator Li Shuangcheng, and folk vocal professor Zhou Tong......

In the applause, several contemporary singers in the back slowly walked over and hugged Zhang Xia, like stars holding the moon.

They were either her juniors, or her students, or her classmates.

The lights flickered, brilliant as starlight.

There were bursts of exclamations on the Internet, even though they knew that this was a grand event for the gods to fight, they were still shocked by this amazing card, which almost pulled all the most outstanding musical talents in China into this stage.

The applause gradually subsided.

The melody of the intro becomes more and more beautiful.

Under the watchful eye, Zhang Xia slowly walked to the microphone and raised her head slightly.

[A large river with wide waves

The wind blows the rice and flowers on both sides

My family lives right on the shore

I'm used to hearing the captain's horn

I'm used to seeing the white sails on the ship]

No one would have imagined that Zhang Xia was eighty-two years old and could still sing on stage......

Unexpectedly, her voice is still the same, as it was decades ago, full of gentleness.

The moment she opened her mouth to sing a paragraph, a picture seemed to echo in front of everyone's eyes......

In the picture, the riverbank is sparkling, blowing rice flowers on both sides, and the rice flowers move with the wind, golden like waves swaying.

A boat came quietly, and under the light of the morning light, the calm river was opened, singing mountain songs, and sailing into the distance with a happy smile......

In the distance, the clear water was in the sky, scattering waves and wreaths, and then gradually regained calm......

……………………

"This song is amazing!"

Tang Xiao listened to the singing.

Immersed in the picture depicted in the song, I couldn't extricate myself for a while.

She muttered to herself, especially when she heard Zhang Xia sing the lyrics affectionately, she only felt that the beautiful part of her heart was gently touched, and she instantly got goosebumps.

Hearing a god-level singing like Zhang Xia on the spot, it was completely different from the feeling I had in the animation "Those Things About the Rabbit That Year".

The same song, sung by Song Qianqian and sung by Zhang Xia, is actually two completely different concepts......

One focuses on the song itself, while the other goes beyond the song itself, depicting the artistic conception and beauty to be expressed behind the song.

Behind, Song Qianqian, who sang along with the accompaniment, was inevitably shocked in her heart, and vaguely, when she saw the not very tall figure in front of her, she unconsciously began to feel a little ashamed.

She's already singing hard.

But......

No matter how you sing it, it seems that you can't sing the taste of Zhang Xia.

She knows that it is the precipitation of the years, and she knows that this is a realm of music, a realm that may be difficult for her to achieve in her life.

She unconsciously looked at Zhou Yang, who was sitting in the front row, not far away.

My heart is even more complicated, and I even feel that singing this song is simply a waste.

How can she deserve to stand next to such a senior-level figure and follow the lead singer?

This emotion floated for a while, and then it was suppressed again.

She saw that Zhou Yang seemed to be calm.

Everyone was in high spirits and emotions, but Zhou Yang was not affected in any way from beginning to end, just looking at the stage.

Somehow, it seems that under the illumination of the inexplicable aura, Zhou Yang seems to have become more ashamed of himself.

Not far away, Song Yiyi also glanced at Zhou Yang.

As if inadvertently swept it, as if it was a hurried glance.

But there are a lot of emotions in his eyes, but these emotions are ultimately reduced to a devotion to music.

"No matter what, it's a god to be able to write music like this!"

"Someone, we Zhou Yang don't deserve to be thanked......"

"But ......"

"Who can write such a tune?"

"He is destined to be dazzling, not only in China, but also in the world!"

"His time has just begun......"

"Wait and see!"

Back.

Miao Miao posted such a sentence in the comment area of the video, and after posting such a paragraph, no one refuted her words.

[The girl is like a flower.]

How broad-minded the young man is

In order to break new ground

Awakens the sleeping mountains

Let the river change its appearance]

After Grandma Zhang Xia finished leading the singing, the national singer looked at every audience on the stage affectionately, and her voice was full of excitement. Affectionate and high-pitched.

Under the lens.

Grandma Liu Ruolan, who was sitting next to An Jianwu, suddenly flashed a ripple in her calm eyes.

Dusty memories were slowly revealed, and following those memories, her heartstrings seemed to be touched.

In fact, she rarely listens to songs, especially songs written by young people, and she almost never listens to them.

And the lyrics in this song "My Motherland" moved her, and she unconsciously glanced at Zhou Yang not far away.

In just a few lyrics, it depicts an era, and it also depicts the stories of self-improvement in that era.

Those years......

The war in China has just ended, but it is in an era of poverty, weakness and devastation.

In those years, she received instructions from her superiors to lead a group of people to run around the fields, on country roads, and by the river.

Though the sun is scorching, though the wind is cold, though the rain is pouring down, although the flood is terrible......

But they still climbed over the mountains and made the world a better place with the most simple efforts.

The melodious melody of "My Motherland" gradually inspires people's hearts.

In a trance, the distant mountain song in my memory echoed in my ears over and over again, accompanied by a happy smile, blooming like a flower.

[This is the homeland of heroes

It's where I grew up

In this ancient land

There is the power of youth everywhere]

When the group in the rear sang this paragraph, Liu Ruolan's heart shook suddenly, and she felt the strongest force rippling in her chest.

This power was extremely motivating, and it surged out like a majestic momentum, echoing over and over again throughout the concert hall, and even she was inevitably affected by the melody of the music.

She glanced at Zhou Yang again, and her eyes began to become admiring and appreciative.

At this age, it is really amazing to be able to write such lyrics full of experience and stories!

[Good mountains, good water, good place

All roads are wide

Friends came and had good wine

If the jackal comes

It was greeted with a shotgun ......]

on stage.

Zhang Xia's voice sounded again.

Not as lyrical as at the beginning, but unusually loud, she clenched her fists, her expression was serious, and her voice was full of sonority.

The momentum is even more majestic, especially in the last paragraph, she almost sang it with all her strength, and vaguely, she could see some green tendons condensed in her neck.

During the live broadcast on the Internet, the camera gave a close-up of the one-armed old man not far away.

The one-armed old man burst into tears in the camera and couldn't help himself.

Next to him, there were also several old people, who were extremely excited, shaking their fists.

In those years, the Western powers carved up the land of China, and the weak and incompetent whip countries signed one after another treaties that humiliated the country under oppression.

The land of China was full of jackals, all people lived in fear and darkness, and the great mountains and rivers were crippled in the guns and cannons, and were full of wailing and bursts of wailing.

A country is not a country, and a person is not a man.

Those years!

The oppressed people finally roared forward angrily, and built the Great Wall with flesh and blood one after another, blocking the groups of jackals, tigers and leopards.

Looking up, the smooth roads are all drenched in blood!

……………………

Eventually, in a neat chorus,

The song is finally over.

Countless applause rang out, some people stood up to salute, some people wiped their tears, and a few old people in front of them excitedly stretched out their hands to the stage, followed Grandma Zhang Xia to keep shaking hands, and spoke incoherently.

"I hope that the morning sun will always shine on my land, and don't forget the blood of the martyrs."

An Jianwu looked at the stage and said this.

After speaking, in the applause, he also stood up and greeted the stage.

Brilliant lights, countless applause, excited crowds......

The long-term images of the chaos of the war echoed in my mind one after another, and they never dissipated for a long time.

The fallen figures, the bloody but resolute roaring voices, seemed to be surrounded by them.

He finally let out a long sigh.

Subsequently......

"The song is very well written!"

He glanced at Zhou Yang and said such a sentence.

As if he hadn't heard it, Zhou Yang looked at the stage silently, as if he had fallen into a wonderful state.

An Jianwu noticed that his fingers were rhythmically tapping on the armrest of the chair......

"Grandpa, maybe he's creating something."

Tang Xiao next to him wiped his tears and said subconsciously.

"Oh? Creation again? ”