Since 1983

"My home is a beautiful grassland, the wind blows green grass and flowers everywhere..."

Before I knew it, the party was in the middle. A female singer wearing a Mongolian robe stood on the stage, and her unique mezzo-soprano instantly conquered millions of viewers.

"Hey, isn't this De Dema? I went to see the Tianqiao performance in 1979."

"Isn't she on TV for the first time? She should have been invited here long ago, and CCTV didn't know what to do!"

"Go and call your dad, he loves this song the most!"

This song existed in the 1970s, and De Dema made it popular. Singers of her style are very popular among middle-aged and elderly people.

For a while, the parents who had no interest in it were also sitting in front of the TV.

"Everyone knows that Dedema is a very good female singer of the Mongolian nationality, and the one next to me is also an excellent singer of the Mongolian nationality. Let me introduce myself first."

The host ran to the round table again. Uncle Teng had a rough appearance and was quite shy on TV, so he simply said hello to everyone.

"Why do you want to interview this person? Because he knows a very unique Mongolian singing technique called Humai. The characteristic of Humai is that one person can produce two voices at the same time. I have never heard of it. Please show us."

The host is very good at mobilizing the atmosphere, "Everyone be quiet, be quiet, listen carefully, are there two voices?"

"..."

All the audience watched, Uncle Teng held the microphone, opened his mouth, but didn't see much movement, and suddenly there was a strange, indescribable voice.

It is unimaginably low, as if some strings are pulling and vibrating, and it seems to be an ancient sound from nature, with strong resonance, mysterious and desolate.

"Wow!"

All the audience were amazed in unison. They couldn't hear the two voices, but they could hear the uniqueness and rarity of this voice.

"Wow, boom!"

There was thunderous applause. Uncle Teng was also a little nervous, and said slowly:

"Homei is a singing art created by the aborigines of the Altai Mountains. It is on the verge of being lost in the Mongolian areas of China, and only a few old people can do it. I also learned it by accident from an old herdsman. So taking this opportunity, I I hope everyone will pay more attention to this art and pass it on..."

"..."

The atmosphere in the conference room of the Beijing-Taiwan Building became more and more serious.

Every time they thought they had no new tricks, another bright spot appeared, which was a bright spot that they had never seen before.

"The sword is slanted! The absolute sword is slanted!"

A choreographer suddenly said loudly: "Don't worry, they won't be able to support the entire show. We are the ones who are upright, and we are the kings!"

"No, although the format is innovative and tricky, the quality of the program is also very good, like De Dema, we all know this singer, but why..."

Deng Zaijun's voice stopped abruptly. She saw the lights on the screen dimmed and typed a line:

"Dance "Spirit of the Bird", performed by Yang Liping, the Central National Song and Dance Troupe."

The lights suddenly went out, followed by a few beams of white light, and light music played, as if a peacock was bathed in the moonlight.

It admires itself alone, shines on flowers by the water, and dances lightly...

It was like a pool of water that was hit by a stone, causing ripples—the hand was trembling softly and bonelessly, slowly rippling to the whole body, sometimes like spring water, sometimes like flowing clouds.

There are many kinds of beauty.

Looking at that figure, he felt soft and beautiful first, and gradually, there was a kind of uprightness in the soft beauty.

Her beauty is extremely proud and extraordinary, just like a peacock that does not eat fireworks.

"..."

Everyone's cognition was refreshed again, the one who said that the sword was swaying just now was silent, and stared at the TV with wide eyes.

At the same time, in the urban area and in the suburbs of Beijing, among countless families watching the party, the aesthetics have never been infinitely converged.

"Spirit of the Sparrow" was only skipped in the competition before, and it was shown to the audience more generally for the first time.

Due to the extreme lack of spiritual life, ordinary people like everything, especially the influx of Western utensil culture, and this kind of ethnic stuff is not very popular with young people.

But at this moment, they all fully felt what nature and national culture are.

"call!"

Deng Zaijun became more and more exhausted, and then he saw Tao Jin's break dance that made the audience scream, saw Amao's majestic solo, saw Shan Tianfang's rare appearance, and saw the last big axis "" A Day in the Life of a Hero's Mother... She just sat quietly on the chair, not wanting to move.

She suddenly discovered that the CCTV Spring Festival Gala is only comparable to the stage, choreography, cast and coverage. In terms of creativity, it's far behind; in terms of being close to the people, it's far behind; in terms of program quality, it's the only consolation that it's a match.

But nothing to be proud of!

One has the right time, place and people, and the other has nothing, and the results are evenly divided, that is tantamount to failure!

The common people in the capital don't care about this, as the show progresses, the number of viewers keeps increasing. I didn't like to watch it at first, didn't want to watch it, and those who forgot to watch it also sat in front of the TV, enjoying themselves.

"Mom, come on, this sketch is really interesting!"

"Grandma, come here quickly, oops, you're making fun of me!"

"Hahaha!"

He kept greeting family and friends, all for the old lady on the screen.

"Just the one last night, "Last Night's Star" on TV."

"Can you sing "Last Night's Star"? Good! That's great! Just a few words now..."

"The stars of last night have fallen and disappeared into the distant Milky Way↗↘↗↘, why has this changed?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Everyone laughed.

This show has just aired not long ago, and the common people are familiar with it, and it is very kind to watch in the sketch. And such a popular song is sung by an old lady, and the contrast is even more comical.

Zhao Lirong's sketches are always fresh, like the later "Tango Play is Tango Tango Go", "Spicy Chicken Shreds", and "My Heart Is Eternal".

Old ladies never repeat themselves.

The climax of the first part is "Plainclothes Police", the middle part is the spirit of the sparrow and break dancing, and in the second part, the audience's emotions have reached the stage of fatigue, and this sketch is just right.

Especially in the back, the classic bridge that triggered countless barrages of "high energy ahead".

"Sima Guang smashed the vat!"

"Sima tank smashed the tank!"

"Sima Guang smashed the vat!"

"Sima Guang smashed it all!"

"Sima cylinder!"

"Hey, wrong, wrong..."

The audience burst into tears and laughed, and the people in front of the TV also staggered, "Ouch, I'm so funny!"

"This old lady is dead!"

"What's your name, Zhao, Zhao Lirong!"

"Zhao Lirong, remember!"

After the skit, it was already past 11 o'clock, and the party entered the final stage, but it was a very important part.

The host came to the scene and had a small interaction with the panda Panpan, leading to the theme of the Asian Games. Then a high-ranking leader came to the stage, deliberated for a moment, and said:

"As for me, I am a sports fan, and I especially love to watch football. In the 1978 World Cup, I remember clearly that only two games were broadcast in China, one for the third and fourth place, and one for the finals.

A big country with a population of one billion can only broadcast two games, because we are short of foreign exchange and cannot be used for sports games.

Later, in the 1984 Olympic Games, we went to four or five people. People in developed countries are all journalists, real-time news, we are completely outdated in reporting methods, but better than before, at least we can be on the spot...

Last year again, we built a domestic satellite communication network. This is high technology. In the past, it was not possible to make long-distance calls from the capital to Xinjiang, Mongolia, and Tibet. Now it is possible to make long-distance calls, and telegrams and faxes are also available.

In the past, many places could not receive the Central Station, but now they can receive it, oh, this is the Beijing Station, right, then I shouldn’t say..."

There was a chuckle underneath.

"Now it's our turn to host the Asian Games.

As we all know, the country's finances are very difficult, and there is still a big gap in funds. I stand here and say this, panicking with shame, feeling ashamed in my heart.

But the Asian Games must be held, and it must be held well. This is an opportunity for the world to know China.

Compared with those developed countries, we are still obviously insufficient, but we are getting stronger and better day by day. Look at the capital, the tall buildings, the roads, the overpasses, the cars running on the street, the schoolbags carried by the children...

Building a country can never be achieved overnight, it may require the efforts of several or more than a dozen generations. Just because we can't do it today doesn't mean we won't do it tomorrow. The low education of our generation does not mean that your generation is also low...

There is a saying that the true qualities of a hero can only be shown when the sea is flowing!

I, thank you all in advance! "

"Wow, boom!"

The applause was solemn, and there was not too much deliberation in this link, and the click was over.

Then, the host came to the stage, and the twelve o'clock bell rang.

"Tonight I will never forget the touch of family affection, and I will never forget the sincere blessings tonight... This is the end of the Spring Festival Gala. Thanks to the audience and friends for watching..."

"Wow, boom!"

The four-hour Beijing-Taiwan Spring Festival Gala came to an end.

"..."

Deng Zaijun leaned back on the chair, under the pressure both physically and mentally, and secretly sighed.

She looked at the time and said, "Call those who are still here, and I will say a few words."

Someone responded, and brought in a room after a while.

"Did you watch the Beijing and Taiwan Spring Festival Gala just now? I first reviewed myself. There were obvious deficiencies in program arrangement and actor selection, and I ignored those new faces with potential. For example, that Yang Liping, the Central National Song and Dance Troupe, is right under our noses." Underneath, but it has not been dug out!"

Deng Zaijun knocked on the table and continued: "This time it has sounded the alarm for us, don't think that we are the only one in the whole country, there are capable people everywhere, and they are not necessarily worse than us.

I'm not criticizing anyone, just improve in the future. All right, everyone relax, go back and take a nap for a while, we still have our own things to do. "

While talking, someone suddenly ran in and said, "Director, I found out. My Beijing TV friend said that a person named Xu Fei participated in the planning."

"Xu Fei? Which department is he from?" Deng Zaijun was puzzled.

"It's not in the station, it's in the TV Art Center."

"Um?"

Everyone was stunned, it's not from the stage, what the hell is the art center?

"What did he do before, should he be very experienced?"

"no no……"

The man looked strange, "I heard that he is a young man, just, just came here for a year."

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