"In comparison, the chorus we originally prepared seemed... somewhat lackluster."
Regiment Commander Li Zhenbang looked earnestly at Wang Yueheng, then at Han Hong beside him, his tone pleading: "Comrade Yueheng, Teacher Han Hong is also aware of this situation."
"I know this request is presumptuous, and the time is really too tight. However, in order to ensure that the celebration performance achieves the best possible effect, is breathtaking, and boosts morale... could you... could you do our performing arts troupe another favor for the sake of Teacher Han Hong? Could you provide us with a... um, a more powerful choral piece, more suitable for the grand finale? Even just a rough draft would be fine, and our team can work on the arrangement overnight!"
Han Hong chimed in, "Yue Heng, Commander Li is also concerned about national affairs and the performance."
"I know you're very talented and must have a lot of ideas. If you have any suitable ideas, why not share them with me? Just consider it a favor to me."
Looking at the pursuit of the ultimate performance effect and the reverence for the work in Director Li's eyes, and seeing the expectant look in Teacher Han Hong's eyes, Wang Yueheng pondered for a moment.
In fact, when deciding to put forward the slogans "The motherland will not forget" and "Men should strive for self-improvement".
He vaguely felt that perhaps a song that could better embody the collective will and ignite the patriotic passion of the entire audience was needed.
He did indeed have a suitable piece in mind.
A classic choral piece that resonated across China in another time and space, embodying the emotions of countless Chinese people.
He looked up at Li Zhenbang, the head of the troupe, and Han Hong: "Head of the troupe, Teacher Han, I do have a piece of music that might meet your requirements. It's a choral piece, and I believe it can represent the deep affection of hundreds of millions of people for their motherland."
Commander Li and Han Hong's eyes lit up instantly!
"Really? Quick! Tell me!" Commander Li's voice trembled with excitement.
Instead of directly stating the song title, Wang Yueheng picked up a spare pen and paper from the table next to him, bent down, and quickly wrote down lines of lyrics.
Commander Li and Han Hong couldn't wait to go over and take a look.
At the very top of the paper were four powerful, imposing characters:
"Singing for the Motherland!"
Immediately following were the lyrics, which flowed forth like a torrent:
The five-star red flag flutters in the wind.
"How loud the victory song is!"
"Singing for our beloved motherland"
"From this day forward, we march towards prosperity and strength..."
Upon seeing just the first four sentences, Commander Li Zhenbang and Han Hong felt as if they had been struck by an electric current, their bodies jolting violently!
Commander Li's breathing instantly became heavy, his eyes fixed on the lyrics on the paper, his lips moving slightly as he silently recited along.
The lyrics, brimming with pride and unwavering faith in the future of the motherland, were like a rising sun, instantly dispelling all the anxiety and gloom in his heart!
Han Hong's eyes gleamed with disbelief and utter shock.
As a singer, she knows all too well the overwhelming emotional power behind these concise yet powerful lyrics!
This is more than just a song; it's a declaration!
It is a battle song! It is the shared voice of hundreds of millions of Chinese people!
Wang Yueheng's pen did not stop; he continued writing:
"Crossing mountains and plains"
"Crossing the surging Yellow River and Yangtze River"
"A vast and beautiful land"
"It is our beloved hometown..."
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