Standing in the first row, Yuan Yi raised the national flag in one hand and held it high above his head.
The other hand held the bugle to its mouth.
The high-pitched, loud, urgent, and melodious bugle call echoed throughout the stadium.
Yuan Yi glanced in the direction of the symphony orchestra and nodded to Shao Hua.
Shao Hua understood what Yuan Yi was trying to express.
The hand gestures that were originally meant to direct them to play "The March of the Big Swords" were on one side.
He then began conducting another piece of music.
This piece of music is ingrained in the bones of every Chinese person.
From the start of the school year, every Monday morning, the class leaders would lead the students to the playground for a flag-raising ceremony.
After hearing this intro, all the Chinese people in the audience...
The smiles on everyone's faces vanished, replaced by serious expressions.
"stand up."
Yuan Yi immediately began to sing along with the bugle call.
Then came...
"stand up."
"stand up."
"stand up."
The entire audience immediately began singing the national anthem together.
Everyone wore a serious and earnest expression.
Viewers in front of their television sets, those in the live broadcast studio, and the various performers backstage.
At this moment, they were all focused on that splash of red on the stage.
"The national anthem." It's very short, only one minute and thirty seconds long.
But it was just that short one minute and thirty seconds.
These overseas Chinese couldn't help but shed tears.
This song, which they had heard since childhood and which was etched into their very bones, resounded in a foreign land!
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