The singing is picturesque, and it is displayed in everyone's minds.

Everyone in the Xia Kingdom knows the origin of Thanksgiving.

It was a blood-red history of more than 2,000 young mothers, spontaneously composed, and no one persecuted.

Like the slanting sun on the horizon, the red dazzle, brilliant and incomparably brilliant.

For the sake of their children and their country, they have the courage to rise to the sky and do not hesitate.

History will not forget them, and the country will not forget them, and these celebrities on the college square will naturally forget them even more.

Scenes of tragic scenes, blooming blood flowers, under the infection of singing, clearly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

They clenched their fists, their eyes reddened, and tears flowed down their faces.

The guitar continued, and a low, mournful flute sounded.

Although it is like crying, it is full of a hoarse power.

"Give me all the love, give me the world

From now on, I don't know the bitterness and joy in your heart

I want to be close to you

I'll tell you, I've always understood you

Give me all the love and give me the world

From now on, I don't know the bitterness and joy in your heart

I want to be close to you

Snuggle up in your warm, lonely arms

......”

When the **, full of affection and slightly trembling, sounded in the passionate strumming of the guitar and the desolate sound of the flute, the audience finally broke out in silent crying!

Thinking of those young mothers, thinking of the hard-won life of today, and thinking of the mothers who are now working for them everywhere, these people no longer care about the demeanor of any famous people, knelt on the ground, and wept bitterly.

A mother's love, no matter in the past or present life, will always be more, not less.

In order to make a living, they run around, some rarely go home, some have no home anymore, and more people regard their mothers at home as a habit of numbness.

When Yang Ye's song "Understanding You", composed for her mother, was sung in a simple and sincere moving melody, their childhood memories that had long been pale suddenly became colorful and incomparably clear.

"You leave quietly

Step by step lonely back

I want to be with you and tell you how much I love you

......”

"Year after year, the wind and frost have covered the smiling face

Who can still understand your lonely heart?

Is it the spring flowers and autumn moon ruthless

Spring goes to autumn, and your love is silent

......”

The singing voice is like clear rain, washing away the dusty memories, the mother's vague but still warm smile, and the lonely and rickety back, gradually becoming clear.

The tears on everyone's faces grew more and more.

"Give me all the love, give me the world

From now on, I don't know the bitterness and joy in your heart

......”

This is a song with plain language but soulful and moving.

The melody is simple and pure, without the deliberately elongated tone of this world, but it is vibrating.

There are no flowery words, but you can feel the mother's full love.

I want to tell my mother, in fact, I have always understood you.

Yes, I want to tell my mother, but I have always understood. Understand her care, understand her dedication, understand her pain and happiness.

I want to thank my mother for giving everything to her children. But he doesn't ask for a penny.

There is no one in the world who should be thanked more than Mother, the person who gave us life, accompanied us to grow up, and sprinkled our life's work on us.

We should spend more time with her, "snuggling" in her "warm and lonely arms."

The faint lyrics and faint melody are full of everyone's nostalgia for their mother, their guilt for their mother, and their great dedication to their mother.

Even if a person is ruthless and cold-blooded and indifferent, there are moments of weakness under the melting of maternal love.

Yes, at this moment, all the celebrities in the audience, those prodigal sons who usually talked and laughed, traveled around, but never went home, now they are all trembling and kneeling on the ground, crying very much.

Even Xu Huaicheng, the governor of a region who has never been weak in front of people, covered his cheeks at this time, and his old tears were full of tears.

He thought of the mothers who had sacrificed their lives for the country, and also of his old mother, who was old and sick, gray-haired, and lived alone in the countryside in order not to cause him trouble.

He choked up, raised his palm, and gave himself a hard slap.

For the sake of fame, for the sake of merit, for the sake of his insignificant vanity, he gave up what should have been cherished the most.

In order to emulate the foolish ancients, he worked hard to govern the land under his jurisdiction, and traveled everywhere, and did not enter the house three times, and at that time he ridiculously thought how noble and great he was.

Now that I think about it, I can't wait to find a crack in the ground, get into it, and never come out again.

How can a person who doesn't even cherish his mother, who has worked silently for his whole life, cherish his country?

The singing continues.

When every dusty heart is illuminated by the great mother's love, their personality is also incomparably tall at that moment.

The entire square of the academy was filled with the sound of crying.

Everyone, in the warmth of their mother, reveals their most vulnerable side.

When the sound of the flute at the end of the guitar slowly sounded in the broken chords of the guitar, the clouds scattered in the sky, and the sunset, which should have set, was in a more brilliant and enthusiastic state, shining brightly.

A vague but shocking face, reflected in the entire sky!

That is the face of a mother, that is the embodiment of mother's love, everyone who sees her, will see their great mother.

The people of the whole academy knelt on the ground and kowtowed, the people of the whole Yulin City knelt on the ground and kowtowed, the people of the whole Xiangzhou knelt on the ground and kowtowed, the people of the whole Huguang and the whole Xia Kingdom all knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Everyone has a mother, so everyone is moved.

In the palace, those royal people were even more prostrate on the ground, bursting into tears.

Because they saw their ancestors, they saw the queen mother of each of them, and they saw the more than 2,000 loving and great young mothers who gave their lives for their country.

The princes and grandsons are crying, the queen is crying, and the elderly emperor is also crying.

Ministers, knock your head and weep bitterly and congratulate at the same time.

Hundreds of years of Thanksgiving, finally this year, really touched all the mothers in the Xia Kingdom.

The embodiment of the mother's love in the Xia country finally appeared.

In the wind and sand, outside the border city, the statue of the mother that has stood for nearly a thousand years also shed tears for the first time.

It was a tear of relief.

They don't ask for anything in return.

Just a gentle "understand you", and they will immediately become the happiest people in the world.

"Mother, tell you, in fact, I have always understood you. ”

Everyone, with tears on their faces, silently spoke in their hearts.

The sound of the flute stopped, the sound of the guitar stopped, and Yang Ye's "Understanding You" finally came to an end.

On the horizon, the sun sets, and everything is silent.

Overhead, a crescent moon rises into the sky, and the stars shine brightly.

The old emperor didn't let anyone help him anymore, and stood up tremblingly.

His lips trembled, his face was stained with tears, and he didn't discuss with any minister who regarded him as an arm as usual, but said directly to the prince kneeling beside him: "Spread my message, this year's thanksgiving, Xiangzhou Yang Ye, should be the first." ”

Speaking of this, he looked up at the starry sky at night, and suddenly burst out laughing, his smile was hearty and hearty, never before.

When the crown prince respectfully accepted the order and was about to leave, he suddenly lost his smile, showed a solemnity on his face, and said in an accentuated tone: "Yun Cong, remember, it is the first in the country, and it is the first from the founding of the country to the present!"

"Tell him that from today on, this "Understand You" is the national anthem, and he Yang Ye is no longer just a student, he is also a Hou Ye!"

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