In the audience, Song Yalin covered her mouth and burst into tears, a few days ago, her daughter suddenly came back and said that she wanted to go back to her hometown with her to see, and by the way, take some videos, Song Yalin didn't think much about it, packed her luggage, followed her daughter back to her hometown, and met her old mother.

After Song Yalin developed, she had long wanted to take her mother to live in Yangcheng, but the old mother was used to staying in the countryside and didn't want to say anything, so Song Yalin had to take care of a nanny, take care of the old mother every two days, do what she could, and then ask Qin Song's mother Chen Cuiping to help take care of the old mother more.

After filming the video, Tang Siyao pulled the old lady and said that she would let the old lady come to watch her sing live.

It is said that the next generation, the next generation, no matter how Song Yalin persuaded her, the old lady was reluctant to move the nest, but this time, she couldn't stand the little girl's stubborn fighting, and finally agreed to this trip.

Looking at the glowing daughter on the stage, Song Yalin never thought that the song she was going to perform today was sung to her, no, it was sung to the mother of the whole world.

"The little feet in my memory, the little mouth of the meat, I gave her love all my life, just for that mother's ......" began to recall in her mind that when Tang Siyao was born, how cute the little mouth was, and how sweet the soft and tender little feet were.

Daughter, grown up. At this moment, Song Yalin sincerely felt that her daughter, who was messing around on weekdays, seemed to have grown up in an instant.

Is this still the daughter who only talks back to her on weekdays and calls because the living expenses are gone?

The old lady gently stroked Song Yalin's slightly trembling hand, Tang Siyao is Song Yalin's daughter, and Song Yalin is her daughter, she is also a mother, looking at the stage, the continuation of life, singing the song that belongs to her mother, the excitement is the same as Song Yalin.

Who isn't a mother anymore?

On the judges' seat, as the song progressed, the four judges stopped whispering, and they all frowned and listened carefully, this song has something. Whether it's the melody, the lyrics, or the accompaniment, it's all excellent.

Could it be Mo Chou's work again?

Zhang Delong's two eyebrows were deeply wrinkled, wrinkled into the word "Sichuan", and even the long hair of the shawl stood up, listening carefully, listening carefully, listening indignantly.

Qin Song, this kid, isn't it authentic, I told him a long time ago that there are suitable songs to continue to work with, but look at how long it has been, except for the first song "Leaving the Surface of Puxing", this kid has never written a song for us, and at first I thought he had a flash of inspiration before he wrote "Leaving Puxing" on the surface.

But now it seems that this is not the case at all, his talent is so high that it is hard to believe, you see, writing songs for his little girlfriend, it is one song after another, without stopping, even the donkey of the production team is not so hard-working.

Moreover, when I was chatting with Qi Baiyun a few days ago, I heard that he also wrote a song for others, looking at Qi Baiyun's expression, he was very satisfied, and he could think of it with his toes, the quality of the song is definitely not low, otherwise as a diva, he would not be so proud that he forgot his shape, as if he had picked up two hundred and fifty or eighty thousand, with the face of a villain.

tickled Zhang Delong's teeth with envy.

Hey, Qin Song, wake up, women are tigers, don't be carried away by beauty, I'm your Bole, I'm the first person to discover your talent, I'm your first man. Wake up, everything has to come first, I'll make an appointment with you first.

Shaking and cold, when will a man be able to stand up!

Zhang Delong pouted, listened to the song, full of resentment, like a deep resentful woman abandoned by her husband, full of resentment spread from every hair on his head.

Tang Siyao sang on the stage, she didn't hear the audience's enthusiastic applause, didn't see the tutor's appreciative eyes, didn't think of her mother's emotional thoughts, she just sang, sang unwillingly, put the whole person into the song, injected soul into the music, and sang her own singing.

"Where has the time gone,

I don't feel young and old,

Bear children and raise daughters for the rest of your life,

My mind was full of children crying and laughing,

Where has the time gone,

Before I could take a good look at your eyes,

Firewood, rice, oil, and salt for half a lifetime,

In the blink of an eye, only the wrinkles on the face remained,

……”

Ben's faint singing voice began to rise, and the suppressed sadness exploded in an instant, yes, where did the time go? gave birth to children and adopted daughters, in just four words, sang the mother's life.

Firewood, rice, oil and salt, which expresses half of my mother's life.

Where has the time gone? Problems that people don't usually think about go straight to their hearts through singing.

yes, where did all the time go? I always felt that ten years ago was a few years ago, but that was twenty years ago.

I always feel that I am still a child, but I have passed the age of family dinners and can always eat chicken legs.

I always feel that the child has not grown up yet, and he is not old, but the spine has begun to bend unconsciously, and the legs and feet have begun to become unfavorable.

Where has the time gone? The people who heard the singing were silent, and they could not answer this simple question for a while.

Where has the time gone? The infant child, babbling, does not understand the meaning of this complex issue.

Where has the time gone? It's a simple and complex question.

"This song, this song ......" Liu Guanglin trembled with excitement, he is a person with a family and children, and he can understand the content sung in the song, every word, every sentence, it is simply a portrayal of thousands of families.

Raising children, firewood, rice, oil and salt, Huaguo for 5,000 years, isn't it from these eight words? It was so, it is now, and it will still be so.

The contestants didn't dance, and Su Zhizhuan, as a dance star, didn't mind at all, and his focus was on the song. A good singing voice can always make people forget everything, calm down to enjoy it, and listen.

He sat up straight and listened carefully, "Raising children is inheritance, and firewood, rice, oil, and salt are life." Eight words, the world is the end, the composer is everyone, and the person who writes the lyrics is everyone! ”

"It's really good, the artistry of the song is very high, and the level of singing is also very high, Tang Siyao, as a talented student of the academic school, did not blindly use singing skills, but sang with true feelings, injecting soul into the song." Qi Baiyun's words were full of undisguised appreciation.

Tang Siyao's stage can bring different surprises to people every time, from "Love is a Very Simple Thing" to "Apple", last time "Invisible Wings", plus this time "Where Has Time Gone", step by step, the stage style and original talent displayed are extremely impressive.

The camera master mastered the traffic password, and every time the song sang the chorus, he swept the camera to Song Yalin and the old lady in the audience.

Song Yalin recovered her mood, but her nose was still sour, and she twitched and twitched, and her heart was still turbulent. The old lady seemed much calmer, full of silver hair, intertwined wrinkles, hidden in which was the experience of life.

Such a picture, coupled with the direct singing of the heart, the emotional audience's eyes are slightly red, hiding their faces and crying, how long has it been since I have eaten with my mother, how long has I not called home, how long has I not listened to my mother's nagging, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be impatient! Every nagging sentence represents the mother's full love for her child.

For the sake of the child, the mother has paid all her life, why is the child not even willing to listen to a few words of nagging?

"Mom, I miss you."

Some viewers secretly took out their mobile phones and sent text messages to their parents. What I haven't said for a long time, I said it today.

"Where has the time gone,

Before I could take a good look at your eyes,

Firewood, rice, oil, and salt for half a lifetime,

When I turned around, all I had left was my face full of wrinkles,

……”

The singing ended slowly, and the warm piano sound sounded faintly, but the audience heard the sad emotions from it.

It's strange, why do songs praising mother's love sound sad? Why does it sound so uncomfortable? It's like a stone in my heart, and I can't breathe.

Time, time, is really ruthless, taking away the young Shaohua face of the parents and giving the child the physique to thrive.

"Where has the time gone, I have not felt young and old, giving birth to children and raising daughters, for a lifetime, my mind is full of children crying and laughing......" The audience muttered the lyrics, at this moment, they seemed to understand, when they left home, the reluctant eyes of their parents. When he came home, the table was full of food, all of which he loved to eat when he was a child. The love of parents is hidden in every little thing, hidden in the forgotten details.

Parents work hard to raise their children to grow up, and when their children grow up, they rarely accompany their parents, go to various places, work hard for their own bright future, may only go home once a year, twice, many years later, in the face of their parents' slowly whitening temples and wrinkled cheeks, only then did they repent, time, where has it gone? Why turned around, only the wrinkles on his face remained.

At this moment, countless text messages, mixed with the children's thoughts, flew into the parents' mobile phones.

"Hey, old man, you can help me see, the phone is ringing, is the child calling us?"

"Oh, don't think about it, it must be another spam text message, the children are busy, how can they pay attention to our two old guys." In the old house in my memory, Ben's tall father bent his back, put on reading glasses, muttered, and complained about his wife, but his body was honest, and he couldn't help but get up and went to the table to get his mobile phone.

"Hey, old woman, come and see, it's really a kid texting us." The old father turned on his mobile phone, took a look, and immediately danced happily, like a child.

"Show me, what the child said, did he eat, let him be busy at work, don't forget to eat." The old lady put down the work in her hand, and there was light in her cloudy eyes.

"The kid said he missed us and came back to see us on the weekend."

"Hey, the kid is busy with work, come all the way back to see what we're doing." Although the old lady said that the child would not need to come back, anyone could hear the joy in her tone.

"You're going to have a hard mouth, hey, you're busy, why are you going?"

"Chop the pork ribs, the child likes to eat my braised pork ribs the most."

"The child said that he would come back on the weekend, what kind of ribs are you going to chop now?"

"Ah, yes, yes, look at my brain, I'm old, then I'll go and make the bed for the child first, and take out the quilt to dry."

"Ouch, old woman, slow down, I'll be with you."

Because of a text message from the child, the old house in my memory became lively.

Where has all the time gone? The flowers outside the window bloomed and thanked; The leaves of the trees are yellow and green; The geese of the sky have gone and come again; The rattan chair under the flowers, all the time; The old cow beside the tree, all the time; Parents on rattan chairs, all the time.

Where has all the time gone? The father's hair is gray, and the mother's face is old, but the parents' love for their children will always be there.

The biggest change in the world is the same.

……