1novels Chapter 56 The wildly popular CCTV Young Singers Competition finals
Chapter 56 The wildly popular CCTV Young Singers Competition finals
March 7, evening.
In a typical courtyard house deep in a hutong in Beijing.
The sky was just beginning to darken, and the summer heat had subsided slightly.
The grape trellis in the yard has already been set up.
Grandpa Wang, who lives in the north room, donated his 21-inch Peony brand color television.
This is a very important piece of equipment in the yard.
The television was carefully moved to a tall square table under the eaves, plugged into a long power strip, and the antenna was repeatedly adjusted. The flickering static on the screen was gradually replaced by the clear CCTV logo.
"Here it comes, the evening news is almost over."
"The Li family boy in the east room shouted excitedly."
Several neighbors had finished their dinner early, and gathered around, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans and carrying small stools and benches.
Next to Grandpa Wang's square table were several clean enamel plates filled with peaches, pears, and homemade roasted pumpkin seeds.
There was a strong smell of floral water around, a cool and slightly stimulating fragrance.
There were also burning mosquito coils nearby.
This is the standard equipment for combating mosquito attacks on summer nights.
"Aunt Wang, is today the final of the Young Singers Competition? I heard there's a really talented student." Grandma Zhao from the west room asked while distributing melon seeds.
"That's right," said Grandma Wang, Grandpa Wang's quick-witted wife. "It's all over my husband's workplace. They say he's a music student who writes and sings his own songs, which amazed the judges and broke the record."
"A song you wrote yourself? Impressive." Mr. Sun, who had just retired from Nanwu, pushed up his glasses. "Young people these days are really talented. What kind of song is it?"
"I think it's called... 'The Story of Spring'?" The young man from the Li family scratched his head. "Some of my classmates have heard a bit of it, and they say the melody is really beautiful."
"The Story of Spring? What a great name." Grandma Zhao squinted. "These past ten years or so have truly been like spring arriving, with life getting better day by day."
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"Mom, look, it's starting!" Li's son pointed at the TV screen.
The familiar opening theme music from CCTV-3 began to play, followed by clips from the "National Young Singers Television Grand Prix Final," with exciting music interspersed with footage of the contestants competing.
The courtyard immediately fell silent.
Host Liu Lu appeared in the center of the stage, speaking clearly and with a smile, introducing the grand occasion of the competition and the lineup of judges.
When the names "Jin Tielin, Li Shuangjiang, and Li Guyi" were read out, several elderly people in the courtyard nodded slightly to indicate that they knew them.
The competition was fast-paced, with one contestant after another taking the stage. The brilliance of bel canto, the freshness of popular songs, the resounding of folk songs... all kinds of singing styles took turns on stage, broadening the horizons of the audience in the courtyard. They would occasionally whisper comments such as "That girl has a really bright voice" or "That young man's pronunciation is quite accurate."
Finally, the screen switched to the background.
The camera quickly pans across faces that are either tense or expectant.
"That one, the one in the gray suit, Lin Hanjiang."
The young man from the Li family, with his sharp eyes, pointed to a figure standing quietly in the corner of the screen and exclaimed excitedly.
The camera happened to give Lin Hanjiang a brief close-up.
The young man's face was expressionless, his gaze calmly fixed on a certain point in the distance, his jawline slightly taut.
He stood tall and straight, not the most eye-catching among the contestants, but he possessed a calm and composed aura.
"Wow, this young man is quite energetic," commented Aunt Wang.
"He looks very composed," Grandma Zhao agreed.
Teacher Sun didn't say anything, but simply pushed up her glasses and looked more closely.
The competition proceeded quickly. After the first few contestants finished their performances, the judges gave their scores, and the host introduced the key points.
Finally, after another "GG" moment, Lin Hanjiang came on stage and finished his introduction.
We will sing an original song called "Entering the New Era".
Liu Lu announced the program in a clear and powerful voice:
"Next, please welcome Lin Hanjiang to perform an original song, 'Entering the New Era'."
Liu Lu stepped off the stage.
The stage lights changed, and the prelude to music began.
It is not a traditional folk music introduction, but a magnificent prelude that blends piano chords and orchestral music.
It has a modern feel, yet it also contains a march-like rhythmic power.
Lin Hanjiang took the microphone and walked to the center of the stage.
He spoke, his first words were:
"I always want to confess my feelings to you; my heart is filled with such pride."
As soon as the sound came out, several elderly people in the courtyard instinctively sat up straight.
That sound!
It wasn't the mellow, high-pitched folk song style they were used to hearing, but rather a rich male voice with a storytelling quality.
His pronunciation was exceptionally clear, conveying genuine emotion.
He sang simple words with a frank and open expression of his feelings.
I always want to tell you how much I love life.
"The hardworking and courageous Chinese people are striding into a new era with high spirits."
When these simple lyrics, which carry the collective identity of the nation, are sung with great emotion by Lin Hanjiang.
Grandpa Wang stopped holding the peach pit, and Grandma Zhao slowed down her fanning.
The light from the television screen reflected off Mr. Sun's glasses, obscuring his eyes, but his lips were slightly pursed.
As the music progresses, the melody becomes more uplifting and expansive.
"We sing 'The East Is Red,' standing up as masters of our own destiny."
The video interspersed some precious historical black-and-white footage clips at opportune moments.
The crowds at the founding ceremony, the fluttering five-star red flag... Grandma Zhao, the oldest resident of the courtyard, looked at the familiar yet distant historical scenes on the screen and listened to this lyric, and her eyes unexpectedly welled up with tears.
She had experienced the hardships of the old society and knew what the words "stand up" meant for this ancient nation.
She raised her withered hand and quickly wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand.
"We tell the story of spring, how reform and opening up made us rich."
A color screen appears.
Busy construction sites, the emerging streetscape of the Shenzhen Special Economic Zone, a market overflowing with goods, and satisfied smiles on people's faces...
Director Ge Yanping deliberately arranged it this way.
These scenes are not present in other songs, only in Lin Hanjiang's song.
It's all for the sake of the show's broadcast effect.
Aunt Wang watched intently, murmuring, "That makes sense, that makes sense."
She thought about how her family had become richer step by step over the years: her son had taken over the factory job, they had bought a television...
Grandpa Wang remained silent, but his chest rose and fell slightly.
He was an old fitter who had spent his whole life working with steel. He was a man of few words, but very honest and straightforward.
He didn't understand any grand principles, but the "stand up" and "get rich" sung in the song were things he truly felt.
When the country is strong, factories are profitable, and there's more meat on our family's dinner table, that's the best thing.
"A leader who carries on the legacy and opens up new horizons, guiding us into a new era."
"Hold high the banner and create the future! Create the future!"
In the chorus, Lin Hanjiang's voice came out completely.
That voice, honed through rigorous training and brimming with the passion of the times, surged forth like a powerful river, its high notes like arrows piercing the clouds, possessing immense penetrating power.
The mid-to-low range is rock-solid, supporting the surging emotions.
He wasn't just shouting slogans; he was pouring out the pent-up emotions and aspirations of a nation that had been building up for so long.
The musical arrangement reaches its climax at this moment, with the brass section shining brilliantly and the percussion section resounding, creating an overwhelming and unstoppable momentum.
The courtyard was completely quiet.
Only the stirring songs from the television echoed.
I don't know how many people's eyes welled up with tears.
"good!"
"Well sung, this song touches people's hearts."
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