Chapter 1013

"My country?" All the audience were stunned.

Even if the foreign tourists are not mentioned, the tourists in Huaxia area can be divided into three parts. People from Xiangjiang, the mainland and a few other cities.

People in these three parts have different understanding of the word "my motherland".

What's more, it seems that most people didn't know there was such a song.

"What song is my motherland? Is it the national anthem? "

"It should be that song," today is your birthday, my motherland. "

"Idiot, the lyrics you said is a song title in itself! It doesn't go with my motherland! I think it may be a red song from the mainland, which everyone must be able to sing when they are young. If they don't sing, they will be punished... "

Xiangjiang tourists talk, from their words, it's easy to hear how deep their misunderstanding of the mainland is.

Some tourists from the mainland are also confused.

"My motherland? Who sang it? Listening to the song is both popular and professional, but why haven't I heard it? "

"I haven't heard of normal music. We are only 20 years old, the old red song of the past! It is said that this song is an enlightenment song. It should be an old man, isn't it? "

"There are too many people to see. It's not so old to listen to the voice. I'm in my forties

Thanks to Wang Yong did not hear the comments of these tourists, otherwise he would turn his face.

You are only in your forties! How about a serious boy with a weak crown?!

When Long Yingtai on the stage heard Wang Yong's words, the corners of her mouth suddenly twitched. Obviously, she knew the song.

However, Long Yingtai made a confused appearance and asked: "my motherland?"? What kind of song is this? The name seems to have a strong political meaning. I think it's better to respect the feelings of most people on this occasion and not talk about similar topics. "

Long Yingtai is not ready to give Wang Yong the opportunity to continue to speak, and then points to the next audience.

Wang Yong's smile became colder and colder. He held the microphone tightly and insisted: "sorry, I want to say a few more words. Mr. long said not to mention political songs, so what do you mention "Green Island Serenade"? What's Chen Gexin talking about? What is the anti-x national anthem? Are these political implications not strong enough? I remember you swore just now that "Green Island Serenade" is not just a love song, but a political protest. Why did you forget after more than ten minutes? You keep saying that you should respect the feelings of most people. How do you know that most people don't want to hear what kind of song my motherland is? I guarantee that 80 percent of the people present may not know the name, but they have absolutely heard the melody. "

Hearing Wang Yong's words, people who were originally disgusted with Wang Yong suddenly became curious.

80 percent of them have heard the melody?

Is there such an exaggeration?

Just now, both Xiangjiang tourists and mainland tourists have revealed a point in the discussion that most people have no idea what this song is.

The so-called 80% of the people who have heard the melody are just bragging, right?

Long Yingtai can't help smiling sarcastically at Wang Yong's words.

Originally, she was a little helpless to find fault with Wang Yong, but now, Wang Yong took the initiative to send up a slap point.

"Ha ha, this friend is very confident. But I don't think a song with political significance will have such a high degree of transmission. How about you hum a few words so that we can listen to it? " Long Ying Tai Road.

People around Wang Yong also turned their heads and looked forward to Wang Yong's humming.

"I sing to death, but I'm willing to make a fool of myself. If you have friends who can sing later, you must sing with them, so that my voice will not poison the public's ears. " Wang Yong joked.

"Good!" Several listeners agreed.

But most of the audience turned their lips. Will someone sing a song that they haven't even heard of?

Is this man too confident?

Long Yingtai looks like a good play, waiting for Wang Yong to make a fool of himself.

Finally, Wang Yong cleared his throat and began to hum.

"A big river has wide waves..."

The melody of this song is slow, although the first lyrics are only seven words, it takes nearly ten seconds.

In these ten seconds, the audience at the scene turned from dismissive at the beginning to gaping at the end.

This melody, they seem to have really heard!

They seem to have seen this one!

"This is my motherland? I can sing, but I can really sing A young tourist from the mainland murmured with an incredible look.

In the next second, he followed Wang Yong's melody and sang: "the wind blows on both sides of the Strait. My family lives on the shore. I'm used to hearing the boatman's songs and seeing the white sails on the boat... "

One, two, three.

All the tourists from the mainland can't help but open their mouths and blend into the melody brought by Wang Yong.

As if they were born with emotions, as if they were imprinted in the bone marrow. They just said they had never heard this song, but now they come with their mouths open. The lyrics and melody are automatically generated in their minds and linger.

WOW!

Some of the older mainland tourists suddenly stood up, looking serious and excited, staring ahead, their lips humming and their eyes flashing with tears. Slowly raised his right hand, solemnly saluted.

Led by them, people who followed the chorus, whether middle-aged or young, all stood up together.

The song doesn't change, the only change is their expression.

Every face is very dignified.

Looking at this scene, Long Yingtai was stunned.

She did not expect that many people could sing at the scene!

Just now, she mentioned the songs of wanwan in the 1950s and 1960s. Most people said they had never heard of them. She also lamented that the historical fault is a bit serious, even for pop songs, let alone the red song of "my motherland".

But reality slapped her hard.

Because my motherland was created in 1956!

These tourists do not know the same era of "may wind", do not know the same era of "fenghuangyufei", but know "my motherland"!

What a great irony is this?

The only comfort for Long Yingtai is that only mainland tourists follow the chorus, and Xiangjiang tourists, who account for the largest proportion of the audience, are still at a loss.

It's just that Long Yingtai's celebration didn't last long.

Only a few minutes later, when the melody circulates once again and returns to "a big river with wide waves and the wind blowing on both sides of the river", the scene is like a hot oil pot, suddenly pouring a ladle of cold water and bursting.

Hula!

Everybody, all up.

Just now, the dazed tourists of Xiangjiang seem to have found their home in this second. They all open their mouths wide and try to sing along with the chorus in less standard Mandarin.

"This is my beautiful motherland, where I grew up. In this vast land, there are beautiful scenery everywhere... "

The singing is loud and clear, reverberating in the auditorium, converging into a strong sound wave to shock outside.

Originally did not come to listen to the tourists, also attracted by the song, curious to come to see what happened.

When these tourists see the whole auditorium standing upright and singing "my motherland", they can't help but feel a touch in their astonished expression.

So he stood outside the crowd, in the hot sun, and sang along.

Gu Zhongde, a member of the editorial board of the canon of Chinese studies, muttered: "where has Wang Yong gone? Haven't come back so long? "

When he heard the song coming from the distance, his busy action suddenly stopped, then slowly raised his head and turned to the direction of the auditorium.

In my eyes, there was a faint twinkle of tears.

Liu gaizhi was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "I didn't expect to hear this song in Wan Wan. Even in the hostile period between the two sides of the Strait, this song was liked by many Wan Wan intellectuals, especially our generation. Who doesn't know that the real home is opposite? "

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On the stage, Long Yingtai's expression became very wonderful.

Her mouth was tilted, and she kept laughing. But this smile with a strong sense of consternation, with a strong sense of disbelief, the whole face is clear to convey her mood at the moment.

"How could that be?"

Long Yingtai did not expect that this song could not be sung by anyone in her eyes. Not only mainland tourists can sing it, but also Xiangjiang tourists can sing it!

And those Xiangjiang tourists, including a lot of young people!

"No, it can't go on! Otherwise, all our efforts today will be in vain! " Long Yingtai will panic down, calm down, thought.

Then she picked up the receiver and said in her biggest voice, "what a beautiful melody! Great, isn't it? Let's clap our hands for this song, shall we

Long Yingtai is the keynote speaker and public figure of this speech.

In her deliberate interruption, many of the audience were induced to stop singing and start clapping.

Wow, applause.

Long Yingtai's face was ugly again, and people's feelings for the song could be clearly heard from the applause.

She was thirsty and talked for so long, but all of them were ruined by a song Wang Yong brought up.

It made her a little annoyed.

"Thank you for your chorus. It's amazing and wonderful. A big river waves wide, how beautiful lyrics ah, let me can't help but think of the magnificent scenery of the mountains and rivers. At this moment, I heard innocence and kindness from your songs, just like the lyrics of this song. Sometimes, as we do today, we should let go of all distractions, eliminate all external factors, and let the river be the river and the rice wave be the rice wave. " Long Yingtai's way of sound and emotion.

Many of the audience were infected by her words and couldn't help cheering.

Indeed, Long Yingtai's words are impeccable. It seems that he is really praising the feelings of the audience. However, the other meaning contained in the last sentence made Wang Yong's eyes awe inspiring, and he could not help taking the microphone to his mouth again.

"I don't agree."

Four words out, Long Yingtai as if to hear the thunder, can not help but shudder.

It's him again!