At the Huaxia Conservatory of Music, sincere and enthusiastic singing slowly floated over the small auditorium. Jiang Guofeng closed his eyes and beat the music gently with one hand.
After more than half a month of practice, the arrangement and soundtrack of this song have finally been finalized. Today is the last rehearsal of the choir.
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my dearest motherland,
You are the sea that never dries up,
Give me blue waves and clear waves forever,
The song in my heart.
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As the last note fell, the audience burst into warm applause.
This was a small audition session. Although there were not many people present, they were all top experts in the industry.
The live performance was far more shocking than simply reading the score. Many people present had tears in their eyes. The lyrics of this song are simple and unpretentious. It is precisely because of this that it touches people's hearts even more.
In particular, the audience in the audience are all gray-haired old people. Most of their generation were born in the war years and witnessed the founding of New China with their own eyes. They know how hard-won "peace" is.
Singing about mountains, singing about rivers, curling smoke, small villages, sea and waves, the scenes described in the lyrics can only be experienced in peaceful times.
Excluding the bold style of this song, everything else, whether it's lyrics or composition, is top-notch.
Fortunately, the movement has passed and the phenomenon of random labeling has become less and less. Otherwise, even Jiang Guofeng would not dare to perform this song casually.
In the first row, in the middle, an old man with the same gray hair wiped the tears from his eyes and excitedly held Jiang Guofeng's hand.
"Mr. Jiang, this is a good song!"
After saying that, the old man sighed again and said regretfully: "It's a pity that the style of this song is too bold. Although it is hidden deeply, it certainly cannot be hidden from everyone. It's a pity, it's a pity."
It is a pity for the old man that due to the current social environment, this song cannot be recorded and everyone cannot hear this song.
This is a very normal thing. The social atmosphere is such that, let alone this song, some people dare to question and criticize even what the old man said.
And the creator of this song is still a college student. How could he withstand the surging public opinion?
If he gets into any trouble, this young man will be ruined.
For such a talented person, how could these old people bear to see this situation.
Jiang Guofeng also sighed: "Yeah, it's a pity. The lyrics are really good, 'My motherland and I can't be separated for a moment', 'I sing every mountain, I sing every river, the smoke from the kitchen, the small
"Little Village', what a beautiful picture."
At this time, another old man wearing a white-washed Chinese tunic suit asked with interest.
"Yes, it's such a pity. Lao Jiang, when will you call this little genius here and let us meet him?"
Jiang Guofeng smiled and said: "Okay, I will notify him when the next performance is held on campus, but he is still in school and may not have time."
The old man in Chinese tunic suit waved his hand: "Hey, Lao Jiang, what you said is wrong. Which creator doesn't want to hear the songs he wrote being sung in person? At such an important moment, no matter how busy the other person is,
I should also take time to come over."
Jiang Guofeng shook his head and smiled mysteriously: "That's not necessarily true. This kid is different."
The old man in Chinese tunic suddenly lost his temper when he heard this and stamped the cane in his hand.
"Huh, let's wait and see!"
The next day, Li Jie received a notice from the Conservatory of Music, inviting him to participate in a small audition held next Tuesday night, but Li Jie was not very sad about this incident.
It was just a listening session, and it didn't mean much to go or not. There were several versions of this song in later generations. Whether it was Teacher Li's version, the version performed by Queen Wang, or the chorus version, he had heard them all.
It can be said that he did not lack the opportunity to audition this time.
What's more, he already had plans for Tuesday. As the day of the college entrance examination got closer and closer, the number of trips to the Guan Family Courtyard became more and more frequent.
The number of people participating in the college entrance examination this year is no less than last year. The educated youth who failed last year, after a year of review, are eagerly eyeing this year's college entrance examination.
Especially those old educated youths, there is not much time left for them to take the college entrance examination, because in order to take care of the third generation candidates, the age to register for the college entrance examination was relaxed to 30 years old in 1977 and 1978, and has been restricted to 25 years old since 1979.
It is conceivable how hard those candidates over 25 years old will work. They can't wait to study twenty-four hours a day.
The preparation for the college entrance examination last year was too hasty. The exam came not long after the news was announced, and the vast majority of candidates were not prepared enough.
This year is different. There are hundreds of thousands more people taking the college entrance examination this year than last year. It is not easy to stand out from the more than six million candidates.
Since Li Jie agreed to help Guan Xiaoguan take the college entrance examination, he would definitely give his tutoring attentively.
Recently, due to review, Guan Xiaoguan studies hard behind closed doors at home almost every day, changing from his previous habit of not going home once every ten days and a half.
Mr. Guan has high hopes for his granddaughter. Even if it is for the sake of the old man, Li Jie will go all out.
In the blink of an eye, the day came when the audition session was held.
The old man in Chinese tunic suit had long ago learned that Li Jie might not come. The implication was that the other party would most likely not come. Despite this, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.
However, ten minutes have passed since the audition session started, but the other party is still not seen.
'Lao Chiang really got it right!'
The old man in Mao suit was quite critical of this. In his eyes, Li Jie's behavior was disrespectful of his own work.
Behind every handed down song is the painstaking efforts of the creator, just like his own child. Today is the first public performance of "My Motherland and Me". How could the creator not be present at such an important time?
?
This is obviously disrespectful. Even if the other person is the creator of this song, he cannot treat his child like this!
'This young man, next time I see him, I must talk to him properly!'
'How can this be done?'
In the Guan Family Courtyard, under the warm yellow light, a man in a striped shirt was giving a lecture to a woman with a ponytail.
"Understood... ah sneeze... ah sneeze...?"
Looking at Li Jie who sneezed twice in a row, Guan Xiaoguan asked with concern.
"Brother Chunming, are you okay? You don't have a cold, do you?"
"It's okay, it's just a sneeze. Come on, let's continue."
Li Jie waved his hand. This sneeze came out of nowhere. His body was as strong as a cow. How could he sneeze for no reason?