"Grandma, isn't that what we call her back home?"

When she heard the song title, Zhuang Xiaomeng, a military reporter known as "Iron Girl," was also extremely surprised.

She herself is from Fujian Province.

The word "grandma" is very familiar and endearing.

Moreover, in her hometown of Fujian Province, many heroic soldiers with glorious deeds like General Lu Chuan have emerged.

Liu Yalou, Yang Chengwu, Ye Fei...

They almost all spent their childhood in poverty and hardship.

After growing up, despite his parents' reluctance, he resolutely left home to dedicate himself to serving his country...

This song by Wang Yueheng.

Clearly, this is a tribute to the parents of their ancestors, paid by a grandchild!

In her excitement, Zhuang Xiaomeng quietly took out her phone and set it up to face the stands.

She plans to bring this song back with her next trip home.

Let the older generation of soldiers in your family see and hear this too...

...

After Wang Yueheng finished his narration...

Under the quiet yet excited gaze of everyone present.

Meng Li, a female member of the band, struck the keys on her electronic keyboard once again.

A series of electronic musical notes, echoing like ripples, rang out again.

It slowly spread to everyone's ears.

The prelude is long and drawn out.

It was like music suddenly coming from deep in the mountains.

As the band began playing, the number of comments in the live stream instantly decreased.

Hundreds of thousands of people sat upright in front of their screens, holding their breath and waiting for Wang Yueheng's performance.

...

"When I was a child, I often heard people say..."

"The one with bound feet"

"It's an old lady trapped deep in the mountains..."

Wang Yueheng gazed at the distant teaching building.

As if looking at one towering mountain after another, he raised the microphone and sang with deep emotion.

The opening lyrics were sung.

This immediately brought everyone's thoughts back to that backward, impoverished, and still feudal society.

It was as if I could see a thin woman with a headscarf wrapped around her head, squatting in the ground, working.

Her skin was dry and thin, and she moved her small feet with difficulty.

They were only trying to find food in the barren land to feed their entire family.

Listen to this opening aria.

The octogenarian generals simultaneously recalled the image of their mother, who had passed away many years ago and whose features had gradually faded.

A faint soreness welled up in my nose.

Even Mr. Mo Zhongqing, who personally requested the song, did not expect this.

Wang Yueheng writes songs from the perspective of heroic mothers.

At this moment, the elderly man with white hair...

I stared intently at the lyrics on the screen, afraid of missing a single word.

Smoke drifted by.

"The firewood used for cooking bent my back."

"Sunset"

"Grandpa sang while tapping his bowl and chopsticks..."

at the same time.

A scene that seemed both real and surreal appeared faintly in the stands.

In a clearing deep in the mountains.

The dilapidated thatched hut, built of wood and stone, slowly emitted wisps of smoke from burning firewood.

Two elderly people, their bodies hunched and their faces aged, sat alone at a wooden table in the courtyard.

She counts the days on her fingers every day.

"Waiting for the car to come from afar..."

In the background of Wang Chang's rap.

Grandma stared blankly at the entrance to the mountain road outside the fence.

It seemed as if they were anticipating and waiting for someone to appear.

Suddenly.

On the open ground next to the two elderly people.

Children dressed in simple, tattered clothes appeared, happily chasing and playing.

The children's laughter finally brought a look of joy to the old man's wrinkled face.

The elderly grandmother quickly reached out her hand.

It seemed like he wanted to urge the children to sit down at the table and get some food.

She gave birth to one after another.

"They were all blown away by the sound of horns..."

However.

Just as this petite mother turned to serve rice to her children...

Suddenly, a series of urgent bugle calls came from behind.

As the bugle call sounded.