Shen Xian's eyes swept across the audience calmly and deeply, he bowed slightly, and the applause gradually died down.
A clear, steady, and penetrating voice was heard throughout the auditorium through the top speakers: "Dear leaders, teachers, dear junior students, and alumni friends who have returned here today, good morning. I am honored that my alma mater has given me this opportunity to stand here."
"Standing on this familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar podium, looking at you who are full of vigor and vitality, I seem to see myself back then. Back then, I was just like you, with endless longings for the future, but also with deep confusion about 'who can I become'."
“My alma mater is like my mother, teaching me skills - how to capture images accurately, how to convey voices powerfully, and how to weave fascinating stories. But today, as a fellow traveler who started out a few years earlier than you, I want to share a feeling that has become clearer after leaving the ivory tower and being repeatedly washed by the waves of reality - what is more important than skills is to find your own unique voice.”
His pronunciation of the "voice" was very heavy and people did not understand.
"The voices of this world have never been as noisy as they are today. The information is surging, and all kinds of 'trends', 'standards' and 'paradigms' are overwhelming. They may be dazzling, or they may sound pleasant, or they may have a certain 'international' aura. We are easily swept up by these powerful voices, eager to imitate, eager to identify with, and even unconsciously mistake the accents of others for our own expressions."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then they started talking about it.
Is this - targeting Park Zhengyi and Qin Benjun?
Saying that they both worship foreign things?
Are you saying that the paradigm of their works lacks depth?
Tell the younger students not to imitate me?
Damn, are you so brave?
Upon hearing this, Park Zhengyi and Qin Benjun's faces turned cold.
"The soil of our alma mater once nurtured our initial dreams. Our cultural roots are the deepest and most lasting nourishment in our souls. They are deposited in the rhythm of our language, flow in our historical stories, and are imprinted on the way we express our emotions. This nourishment is our most recognizable gene and the most irreplaceable code for us to communicate with the world."
"I have been lost and have tried to find my place in various 'voices'. Until I realized that the real power of creation does not come from the exquisite reproduction of a popular template, but from a deep understanding and sincere embrace of one's own cultural heritage, and reinterpreting and activating it with the language of this era! Imitation is the starting point, and creation is the destination. What we need is not to be the next 'who', but to be the first and only 'me'."
Imitation is the starting point, creation is the destination?
Many professors and students in the audience had thoughtful looks in their eyes, and some nodded slightly.
"Just like the song I'm going to sing later, it resonates the ancient oriental wisdom with the modern pulse, and strives to make the simplest Chinese emotions have the power to penetrate people's hearts. This is not about being complacent, but a firm belief that only when we truly understand and cherish our own source, the voice we make will be the most unique, confident, and powerful, and only then can we truly go out, be heard, remembered, and even followed."
Ancient Eastern wisdom?
Simple Chinese emotions?
The most unique, the most confident, the most powerful?
After this was said, many people became curious.
What kind of song did this guy prepare to make such a big statement?
“Dear juniors, today you are about to set sail. On the road ahead, you will hear more, louder and more diverse voices. Please remember, no matter how noisy the world is, never lose the ability to listen to the echo of your heart, never give up the courage to dig out the treasures of our culture, and never underestimate the possibility of telling stories and moving the world in your mother tongue and with the emotions that belong to this land!”
The audience began to applaud, louder and more sincere than at the beginning.
"Media is a bridge, a torch, and a mouthpiece. We deliver information and values; we record the times and guide thinking. I hope that in the future, you will not only become skilled media professionals, but also become singers of the times with cultural awareness, cultural confidence, and the courage to innovate culture! Use your unique voice to define the new wave that belongs to you and our great era!"
Upon hearing this, the school leadership team began to applaud again.
He elevated his personal "voice" to the responsibility and mission of the times of a media worker, with a grand vision.
"Finally, I would like to share with you a sentence that has constantly inspired me on my creative journey: instead of looking for echoes in other people's tunes, it is better to grow the most gorgeous flowers on our own land and sing our voices to the world!"
"Thank you, Alma Mater! Thank you everyone! I wish all the graduates of the Class of 2025 a bright future! May your voices resound through the sky!"
The applause was thunderous and lasted for a long time.
Chen Xian's speech had only one theme - that is to find one's own voice, strengthen cultural confidence, find cultural roots and innovative expression.
In other words - Chinese is the coolest!
All the students present felt that Shen Xian's speech was sincere and heartfelt.
But Park Zhengyi and Qin Benjun thought he was very arrogant.
"That sounds good. I'd like to see what you can come up with later!"
"If the work you produce is average, it will be a laughing stock!"
"From what we can see so far, Shen Xian's speech contains at least three songs!"
Everyone was talking about it.
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