Chinese people have a unique feeling about homesickness. This is the blood gene given by farming and land. We not only have homesickness ourselves, but also have the ability to empathize with others. Many cultural figures in Taiwan have written works about homesickness. The most famous poem is: "When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I was on this side, and my mother was on the other side..." We are not Taiwanese, but we can understand this feeling very well. It is like the train arrives at Shanhaiguan, and the snow in the northeast is in the past; it is like a bite of bacon in my hometown, a taste that is unforgettable when I go out to work hard; it is like the big willow tree and the small river at the entrance of the village. "Come back, come back, wandering around the world. Come back, come back, don't wander around anymore..." Fei Xiang is really the most suitable for this song. He walked off the stage while singing and walked into the audience. The camera gave an old lady with white hair, watching him wiping tears. Fei Xiang walked over, bent down, and gently hugged his grandmother. "Woo woo..." The old lady fully demonstrated what it means to be close to the grandson of a different generation. She saw her grandson for the first time in decades, but she felt so sad. She was crying, and she was moved to tears. She quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears and said, "Don't cry, kid, perform well!"
The audience in front of the TV couldn't hear what the grandma said, but they could all feel the affection. They sighed. "I used to be full of ambition, but I returned with an empty bag. The wind and clouds of my hometown healed my wounds..." Whether it was for the family and the country, or for individual fate, they were deeply touched. On New Year's Eve, the night that best represents the Chinese festival, everyone who can watch TV was listening to this song quietly. "Come back, come back..." In the yard outside the red wall, the big leader repeated this sentence over and over again, muttering, "We need unification, we need unification!" "Grandpa, is he Taiwanese?" the little grandson suddenly asked. "Yes, Taiwanese!" "Is Taiwan Chinese?" "Of course!" The leader picked up his grandson and said, "We are a family." West Flower Hall. Grandma Deng was no longer sleepy. She looked at the handsome young man and smiled, "This song is great, and this young man is great too. He is sincere and thoughtful. No wonder Comrade xx asked me to watch it to the end. The evening party was well organized!" "Do you want to meet Fei Xiang?" "Of course I want to meet him. Let's pick a time after the Chinese New Year." ... "Wow!" "Wow!" The scene erupted in thunderous applause for a full minute. Chen Qi was afraid of disrupting the program so he asked everyone to quiet down.
After Fei Xiang finished singing, he walked to the audience and hugged his grandmother again. This time he sat down steadily and no longer pretended to be mysterious. Bilina was watching not far away. No one knew that this woman was actually Fei Xiang's mother. The phone on the scene had been blown up! The operator thought that with last year's experience, this year would be a piece of cake, but it turned out to be more turbulent than last year. We won’t discuss which one is better, “My Chinese Heart” or “Clouds of Hometown”, but in terms of who is more handsome, Fei Xiang is definitely the winner. All the callers were female comrades. “Can Fei Xiang sing another song? I haven’t seen enough, no, I haven’t heard enough!” “I like “Clouds of Hometown” so much, can you sing it again?” “All the employees of our cotton mill strongly request Fei Xiang to perform another show, you can’t ignore the opinions of the masses!!” It’s not that we ignore it, it’s that Mr. Chen has no arrangements! The operator was about to cry, so he had to evade the call, wrote down the other party’s information, and sent a roll of notes to Chen Qi. Chen Qi ignored him and openly ignored the masses. He would have been shot a few years ago. "Teacher Chen! Teacher Chen!" At this moment, a staff member came running over excitedly: "The secretary called again!" "The leader wants to listen to more songs?" "Yes!" "Here you go!" Chen Qi took out a special edition tape from his bag, and the staff ran away happily. Everyone was full of a sense of accomplishment and pretended to be calm: Tsk! What's the matter? We came here once last year! Huang Yihe was a little worried. The big boss asked for songs for two consecutive years. What if he didn't ask for it next year? What the hell should I do? Old Huang didn't know that he had no way out, and thought seriously. ………… “Are you tired?” “It’s ok, but my throat hurts a bit.” “Here are lozenges.” On the side stage, Chen Qi took out a box of lozenges and said with a smile: “Open your mouth!” “Stop messing around.” “Open your mouth, I’ll feed you!” “Feed you, you big-headed ghost, you still want to broadcast live?” “What’s wrong, I’ll ask all the cameras to turn around and let the people of the country see it.” Gong Xue wrinkled her nose, snatched it and held it in her mouth. After holding it for a while, she felt that the time was not enough, so she took another sip of water and swallowed it, saying: “Be honest, I’m going up!” She had a heavy task tonight, because Chen Qi wrote a lot of lyrics for her, and she performed very well, never letting down in key occasions.
Being the host for two consecutive terms is no less than winning two more Hundred Flowers Awards. It was 11:30 now, and there was one last show before the bell rang. Chen Qi was afraid that there was not enough time, so he gave her half an hour. All six hosts came on stage and stood in a row. Zhao Zhongxiang said, "This year's Olympic Games will be held in Los Angeles, USA in July. This is the first time China has participated in the Games in 32 years. Today we have also invited some athletes to meet you!" "Wow!" Amidst the applause, Hou Yaowen and Shi Fukuan ran to greet them, while the remaining four hosts read their names. "Let us welcome Xu Haifeng of the Chinese shooting team!" "Lang Ping of the women's volleyball team!" "Zhou Jihong from the diving team!" "Li Ning of the gymnastics team!" "Zhu Jianhua of the track and field team!" This popularity can be seen. Lang Ping, Li Ning, and Zhu Jianhua cheered the loudest and applauded the warmest. Sixteen athletes came on stage one after another, and the stage instantly became crowded. The three Lang Pings, as representatives of athletes, stood in the middle. "54 years ago, at the 10th Olympic Games, which was also held in Los Angeles, only one athlete from China, Liu Changchun, participated. At that time, the newspaper wrote: 'I, a Chinese athlete, will go to the Olympics alone this time. At this time, the national destiny is difficult. I hope you will move forward bravely and let us win.' My descendants will be safe from such suffering! '" Zhao Zhongxiang's passionate voice is very suitable for this scene: "54 years later, China will participate in the Los Angeles Olympics again, which seems to be a reincarnation. However, China is different from the past. We sent 225 athletes to participate in 16 major events! We also have the strong support of the motherland and hundreds of millions of people as your strong backing! " "Whoosh!" The whole audience couldn't help but applaud. Everyone is accustomed to patriotic education, but before it was particularly serious and class-struggle-based, the difference now is the style of later generations. "Lang Ping, how are you preparing?" "Li Ning!" "Zhu Jianhua!" Following a brief interview with the three people, they all expressed their confidence. Gong Xue also said: "I wish you all good results in Los Angeles and win China's first Olympic gold medal. Which event do you compete in first?" "weightlifting?" "shooting!" Gong Xue went over and said a few words to Xu Haifeng and Zeng Guoqiang of the weightlifting team. He also wished them well and mainly wanted them to appear on TV. On July 29, Xu Haifeng won first, followed by Zeng Guoqiang, only 4 hours late. But in these four hours, Xu Haifeng went down in history, and few people knew about Zeng Guoqiang. The audience in front of the TV watched, and many people knew it for the first time, oh! It turns out that this year’s Olympic Games is so meaningful. China’s first gold medal? This kind of thing needs to be publicized with great fanfare. Without publicity, people would really not know. In fact, it would be better if Liu Changchun could be invited. Unfortunately, Liu Changchun just passed away last year at the age of 74.
Chen Qi gave enough time for the athletes to play some small games. Lang Ping played table tennis, Li Ning shot, Zhu Jianhua played volleyball, and Song Shixiong provided commentary, which made the audience happy... There was a 2-minute countdown, and everyone stood on the stage together, including the fat and fair kid at the beginning. "Dear audience friends, there are less than 2 minutes until the clock strikes zero. Here, we would like to use the most traditional way to congratulate everyone on the New Year, that is, four Spring Festival couplets." "We will use the dialect form to dedicate it to the audience friends on site and in front of the TV!" Gong Xue speaks Shanghainese, Chen Sisi speaks Cantonese, Huang Ayuan speaks Hokkien, and Zhao Zhongxiang speaks Hebei dialect. "The Northern Kingdom is illuminated by the dragon's light, and the people and the government are good. China is prosperous, and everything is peaceful and the people are safe!" "The New Year's bell is about to ring. Let's let this doll stand on the bridge to bring us blessings... Let's count down together, 10 seconds!" The fat baby hurriedly ran onto the bridge. He had been beaten by his mother a long time ago. He was very good and had been sleeping downstairs. All the athletes and all the hosts stood on the stage and counted down together with the audience: "10, 9, 8, 7..." How could such a job have existed before? We saw it once last year, and it was an eye-opener for the audience. This year they automatically counted: "5, 4, 3, 2, 1!" The fat kid shouted from the bridge: "It's Chinese New Year!" "when!" "when!" "when!" A distant bell sounded at the scene, echoing on the TV, and then the screen switched to the Big Bell Temple. Zhao Zhongxiang, Gong Xue, Huang Ayuan, Chen Sisi, Liang Xiaolong, and Fei Xiang, the six of them held the wooden hammer and hit the Yongle bell one by one. As the changes continued, Suzhou's Hanshan Temple, Wuhan's Zeng Hou Yi Chime, and Xi'an's Jingyun Bell rang one after another. The sound was long and deep, as if it really came from the southeast, northwest and northwest of the motherland and reached the ears of millions of families. Immediately, there was a loud sound and the video was played. "We are Shenyang xx Machinery Factory, wishing everyone a happy new year!" "Police officers on duty at Chengdu xx Police Station wish the motherland prosperity!" "Changsha xx Power Supply Station wishes everyone a better and better life and happiness!" Grassroots people from all over the country, as well as people from Hong Kong's entertainment industry, Hong Kong's business and cultural circles, overseas Chinese organizations in Singapore, and overseas Chinese organizations in Malaysia... There are more than a dozen groups of people, men and women, ranging from five or six people to as many as 20. Multiple people. Finally, I wish all Chinese people around the world a Happy New Year! Starting from the Spring Festival couplets, everyone was stunned by this barrage of attacks, including countdowns, ringing bells, fat dolls, video New Year greetings... It was the 1980s! Wave after wave of climaxes surged like a tide, washing away hundreds of millions of hearts. The final roar, accompanied by the joyful music, was like the strongest and most violent wave hitting the cliff, shaking the entire audience. ""Love Me China"!" The stage is already a sea of joy, with more than a dozen ethnic minority singers singing and dancing, wearing national costumes, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces, dancing and singing: "Love my China, China is so majestic! Love my China, 56 ethnic groups and 56 languages are combined into one sentence, love my China!"
The guests and audiences in the audience clapped and laughed, and some even stood up to learn to dance. The strong atmosphere of joy on the scene infected thousands of people through the TV. Some people were stunned, which made them feel at a loss for the restraint and seriousness they had been accustomed to for decades, but soon, this feeling of loss was left behind, and they all smiled unconsciously. Laugh at this happy night, laugh at this unforgettable New Year's Eve! Until the end, Li Guyi came on stage to sing: "Unforgettable Tonight..." The more than four-hour party was like an extra-long but irresistible movie, teasing people's nerves and controlling the psychological rhythm of the audience until the last minute, in the song "Unforgettable Tonight", all of this was imprinted in the minds of countless people. Outside the red wall, inside the compound. The big leaders who persisted to the end also felt unsatisfied, and the lingering sound was lingering. Tired and happy, fulfilled and disappointed, a strange mixture of feelings, he couldn't help but sigh: "Alas, this year's work is like this, what will we do next year?" (No more...)