dkrc Chapter 214 I love you, China, dear Mother!
Chapter 214 I love you, China, dear Mother!
The stage lights switched from dim to bright in that instant, and a dazzling golden pillar of light rose up.
In the center of the stage, Jiang Bai played the piano wildly, his advanced skills allowing him to become one with the instrument at this moment.
"One day this song will grow old~ like the buds on an old poplar tree~"
"But I will sing it again and again—it's like my life."
As Jiang Bai sang, he sketched out the image of this country in his mind.
That was in the last century.
Countless students like him, dressed like he is now, resolutely gave up their comfortable lives and crossed oceans to this barren yet passionate land in that era of faltering progress.
That is a leap from poverty and backwardness to the glorious and prosperous era we live in today.
The lyrics swirled between his lips, each word carrying immense weight, as if recounting the weight of history.
Some people will slowly disappear; some feelings will gradually break down.
"But you will always be in my heart, like an incomparable sun."
Jiang Bai sat on the piano bench, his charm value of 13 points combined with his superb singing skills, weaving a net called "nostalgia" in the air with every vibrato.
In the shadows of the front row of the audience sat an elderly man with white hair.
He originally only accompanied his granddaughter to the recording of the show, thinking that these young people's talent shows were too noisy.
But at that moment, golden firelight was reflected in his cloudy eyes.
Jiang Bai's retro-style outfit, reminiscent of a wealthy overseas-educated heiress, gradually blurred in his eyes, replaced by those blurry yet resolute faces from the last century.
"Those people..." The old man's withered hands trembled slightly as he gripped the armrests of the chair.
In a daze, he seemed to have returned to decades ago.
Those comrades who fought alongside him, sweating in the fields and turning their hair white in the laboratory.
Their faces have long since faded, and their names may have vanished into the dust of history.
But at this moment, the old man felt that they had not left.
They didn't live to see this prosperous era.
They have long been integrated with this mother country called "Huaguo".
In this ever-flowing river, in this increasingly prosperous land, it has become the ever-shining red sun in his heart!
"Child, you sang so well! You sang so perfectly..."
The old man murmured, tears silently streaming down his dark brown wrinkles.
On the other side of the stage.
The young viewers, who were still immersed in the "goddess's beauty", felt a tingling sensation running down their spine when they heard the line "But I will sing it again and again, as if it were my life".
life!
If you put these kinds of words in a love song, they seem a bit pretentious.
But in this song, it feels so heavy it's suffocating.
A young man who had just started working clenched his fists unconsciously.
He works overtime every day, squeezes onto the subway, and struggles to make a living, occasionally complaining.
But at this moment.
He suddenly realized that the sense of security this land gave him, the confidence that he wouldn't feel fear just by thinking of the word "China," had long become a part of his life.
Yes, China is his life!
Without a country, where does life come from?
On stage, Jiang Bai could sense that some of the two hundred audience members below had already begun wiping away tears.
But the song's impact is only just beginning.
"I hope you'll remember me—you, the wandering child."
"No matter when or where, I will always miss you."
I hope you know how much you mean to me.
"No matter when or where, you are like my life!"
The piano music gradually increased in speed, and the originally gentle melody subtly revealed a resolute and unyielding power belonging to rock and roll.
Jiang Bai's eyes hardened, and her plaid dress seemed to be draped in a sacred light under the lamp.
"It's coming..."
Jiang Bai's fingers exerted tremendous force on the piano keys, channeling all 12 points of his energy into his fingertips.
The chorus is coming!
"I love you, China, my beloved mother!"
"I shed tears for you, and I'm so proud of you!~"
Jiang Bai's voice trembled, a pride that was ingrained in his very soul.
The Chinese nation in this world is no different from that in the previous one; it has carved out a path to survival in the jungle of the world.
It has experienced a century of solitude and abject poverty, but it has always been like a loving mother, protecting each of its children.
While the West talks about the law of the jungle, it talks about common prosperity.
While outsiders ridicule its infrastructure, it is building roads into every remote mountain village.
When the floodwaters are raging, that camouflage green will form a Great Wall of flesh and blood.
It will spare no expense to protect the breathing of every elderly person during a viral outbreak.
It leads everyone toward a better life, it cares about whether the road at the village entrance has been repaired, and whether every child in the mountains can go to school.
This is more than just one country.
This is what a mother is like!
She gently held each child's hand from beginning to end, never rejecting them because they were poor, and never abandoning them because they were weak!
She is the light that always shines when every wanderer looks back in the darkness!
It never abandons anyone; it is every child's strongest support and warmest harbor!
"I love you, China~ My beloved mother~"
"I shed tears for you, and I'm also proud of you!"
Jiang Bai's voice shifted from passionate to affectionate, sketching the image of a warm mother in the sustain of the Steinway piano.
"I love you, China~ My beloved mother~"
I shed tears for you, and I'm also proud of you.
"I love you, China~ My dear mother~"
At this moment, a charm value of 13 points is no longer a weak attraction, but a sacred feeling that makes people want to worship.
The instant the words "I love you, China" were uttered, the two hundred audience members seemed to receive some kind of command that transcended time and space, and almost instinctively and in unison continued with the next line:
"I shed tears for you, and I'm proud of you!"
At first, the voices were just scattered echoes, but as Jiang Bai repeated himself, the emotions grew bigger and bigger like a snowball.
"I love you, China, my dear mother~"
Jiang Bai's voice was trembling and hoarse, a genuine expression of his intense immersion in the role.
"I shed tears for you, and I'm so proud of you!!"
The entire audience of two hundred people transformed into a massive chorus at that moment.
The sound was so loud that it seemed as if the dust on the ceiling of the studio was falling down!
"I love you, China, my dear mother~"
"I shed tears for you, and I'm so proud of you!!!"