Dialogue between ancient and modern: I create programs, national treasures have spirits

Chapter 250 I Write Your Name

At the end of the show, Yi Ze was full of affection, and his thick voice rang in everyone's ears.

"National heroes, from beginning to end, have never been forgotten by the people."

"Time flies like quicksand between fingers. Everyone who is walking on thin ice for life can always find comfort in their hearts when they recall the glorious heroes in the long history."

"It is because of their existence that the blood in our chests will never be cold; it is also because of them that the Chinese nation is still flowing with unyielding brilliance from generation to generation."

"Yu Qian, a name that has been sung for hundreds of years."

"To this day, he still stands there, no matter how the situation changes or the vicissitudes of the world."

"He is a flag, a flag dyed with the blood of loyalty and the will to worry about the country and the people."

"It is because of this banner that in the future, countless people with lofty ideals will be able to find their own direction in the darkness."

"What dies is just an old body, what never dies is the brilliance of the spirit."

"Further on, Hai Rui, Hai Gangfeng, Wang Yangming...they are all familiar names. They took over the banner that Yu Qian spent his life casting, and took over this banner that has been passed down from generation to generation but will never fade."

"No matter where we are, and no matter how humble we are, when we look up at the sky, there will always be a light, far brighter than the sun, far brighter than the stars."

"When the sea is flowing, the true qualities of a hero are revealed; time flies, and the red soul of a hero is hard to get rid of."

"Even if the land of China is going through a period of 500 years, even if the world is going through a vicissitudes of life, countless leaden flowers will be washed away, and countless glitz will dissipate, Yu Qian will still stand there."

"Because of his loyalty, because of his bravery and fearlessness, because of his heart for the world, it will become an indelible imprint in the blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang, which will be passed down from generation to generation and will never be exhausted!"

With tears in Yi Ze's eyes, every word was clearly audible.

In the direction he was looking, countless people were crying bitterly, and in the distance, a smear of blood could be seen floating in the sky and the earth.

In his heart, there seemed to be a fire, a fiery fire burning, a kind of roar that could not be uttered quickly echoed between his lips, teeth and mouthpiece.

Taking a deep breath, Yi Ze bowed deeply, then exhausted all his strength, and shouted loudly: "Send Shaobao!"

"Send Shaobao!"

At this moment, the people who came to bid farewell looked at Yu Qian who had lost his vitality on the execution ground, with tears in his eyes, knelt on the ground, and yelled out the simplest emotions in the simplest voice!

In front of the TV, countless people wept for it, and countless people clenched their fists following the sound of sending off the Shaobao.

On the barrage, there was no laughter, no complaints, and all the audience spontaneously typed three words.

Send Shaobao!
The screen is full of bullet screens, densely packed, overwhelming like a rolling wave, drowning everything.

This is the respect of future generations for their predecessors, and the admiration of Chinese people for heroes.

Thousands of words, thousands of emotions, turned into the simplest words at this moment.

The program, amidst the echo of "send Shaobao", slowly ended.

The darkened screen seems to be announcing the end of an era, and it seems to be telling the world that a new era is opening.

The audience in front of the TV was speechless for a long time.

The old smoker put down the lit cigarette, wisps of green smoke slowly drifted away.

Looking back, I was already in tears.

On the square, a huge screen broadcast this time's program in real time.

Thousands of people stayed in place quietly, looking up at the scenes on the screen.

When the people in the capital yelled out the phrase "send Shaobao" loudly, no one knew who was on the scene, and in which direction, there were also people full of tears, who screamed that "send Shaobao"!
Then, one spread ten, ten spread one hundred, one hundred million... Everyone was shouting loudly, even the most introverted little girl was blushing at this time, with tears in her eyes, using the highest voice , Shout out those three words.

Send Shaobao!
People are never confused.

In their hearts, there is a pole that can distinguish right from wrong, and can distinguish between loyalty and evil, good and evil.

They have the simplest yearning for heroes and the purest worship of heroes.

It is not mixed with interests, and there is no fly in the air, just because the people understand it in their hearts.

In the studio, Yi Ze, who came out of the show, stood there without moving for a long time.

Tears turned into continuous pearls, falling silently and continuously.

The man did not cry easily because he did not reach the sad spot.

As an immersive person, Yi Ze's feeling is far more than that of the audience watching through the screen.

He can perceive Yu Qian's various states of mind most intuitively and clearly.

I can also really feel the pain and hesitation of the people in the capital when Yu Qian was executed.

It's like a ship drifting on the ocean, suddenly losing its only guiding light.

After walking off the stage, Yi Ze wiped the tears from his face.

But the red and swollen eye sockets cannot be wiped off with a few paper towels.

Sitting on the sofa, Yi Ze looked at the messages in the background, the footprints left by the audience one after another, and the comments and bullet screens, and his nose was a little sour.

"Grandpa Yu, have you seen it? This is the yearning and reverence that your descendants have for you."

Time flies by like quicksand between fingers.

But the impact of the program has not faded with the passage of time.

The shadow of the show can be seen on the major lists.

The topic about Yu Qian is firmly on the hot search list, and his position is solid and unshakable.

Many video bloggers posted videos one after another, almost all of which were related to Yu Qian.

Some people may be hype, but some people are really nostalgic.

The audience is not a fool, nor is it easy to fool.

And Yu Qian's sleeping place, at the foot of Santai Mountain in West Lake, Hangzhou, beside the tortoise pool, Yu Qian's Ancestral Hall, welcomed a large number of tourists who came to worship.

In the past, there were not many people here.

But now, the place is overcrowded.

Interestingly, Chinese people who always like to be crowded and lively slowed down their pace and stopped making noise when they walked into Yu Qian Temple, with respectful expressions and respect in their eyes.

They seem to be devout believers, they don't take pictures or check in, they just bow deeply in front of Yuqian's tomb.

On the ground, there are flowers all over the ground, and there are too many flowers to fit.

The staff could only take away the withered flowers as much as possible, but they didn't move the blooming ones.

It was raining lightly at this time, but no one was holding an umbrella.

There are too many people, and there are heads everywhere.

No one was joking, everyone looked serious.

No one messed around, and everyone obeyed the rules of the scenic spot.

Tourists come in wave after wave, just like the tide.

The world still remembers Yu Qian, and Yu Shaobao who worked hard all his life for Baixin.

That's enough.

On the Internet, many netizens who couldn't come to the scene spontaneously started commemorating.

Technologists use their own methods to commemorate in a unique way with novel ideas.

There is a Minecraft game master who used square grids to piece together a statue of Yu Qian. From a distance, it looks lifelike and has aroused widespread praise from netizens.

Many game manufacturers related to the Ming Dynasty added new maps and characters, and Yu Qian's sculpture stood in the center of the city, which aroused the love of players.

All walks of life are using different methods and methods to remember this old man who has worked so hard all his life for his trust.

There are mobile phone cases about Qian, and cute Q-version ornaments made in the image of Yu Qian...

There are so many kinds of things, it’s dazzling to see.

Even the country has issued relevant commemorative coins...

Many merchants are suspected of rubbing the heat, but such heat is more inspiring than celebrity divorce scandals and the like.

The popularity of heroes also represents that this nation has begun to pay more attention to and cherish the heroes of its own country.

Of course, the debate on the Internet has never stopped.

However, most people have begun to clearly understand what is true and what is false.

The phenomenon of cicada monkeys making up nonsense and even maliciously distorting it in the past is much less.

Those who wanted to whitewash Zhu Qizhen did not dare to speak out.

The various influences brought by the program are gradually and slowly penetrating into all walks of life.

Among them, there are not only the popularity brought by the program, but also the promotion of the country.

In short, concentric up and down.

Those villains who can't see the current situation clearly and still maliciously slander the heroes will be punished by law.

Heroes, no matter when they are, are worthy of people's respect.

Similarly, those who slander and insult heroes are not worthy of mercy.

Everything is unfolding in full swing, and Yi Ze has calmed down and started to polish his next show.

There is no time to waste.

Many dusty stories in history are waiting for him to dig; many heroes who should be remembered by people are waiting for him to wake up.

China has inherited 5000 years of history, and it has never been just the Ming dynasty.

Yu Qian will not be the only hero.

The heroes of our nation, like the stars in the sky, always shine on us.

What Yi Ze wants to do is to wipe away the dust from the eyes of the people so that they can better see the dazzling brilliance under the starry sky.

The strength of Chinese character will last forever!
On the white paper is the name written by Yi Ze.

The simple two words are familiar to the public.

His era is not far away from today.

It's just over a hundred years.

But his weight became more and more obvious as time passed.

A hundred years ago, the flames of war ignited in the land of Huaxia, the smoke of gunpowder was turbulent, and the people of Li suffered a lot.

It was also at that time that countless people with lofty ideals stepped forward and sprinkled their blood on this difficult land.

They, with their blood, with their youth, for us to cast the Great Wall of steel.

Although, during these years, there were too many people who could not write, and too many stories that could not be described through words.

But that doesn't mean we'll forget about it.

We always remember.

During this period of war-torn years, countless people with lofty ideals expressed their deepest love for this ancient country in their own way.

Take up the gun, go to the battlefield, and integrate your life into the soldiers of the mountains and rivers;
A writer who picks up a pen, inspires words, and rubs his heart into the years;

Diligently cherish the blood, and it can even turn blue water when it is spilled.

The soldiers used their own blood to dye the mountains and rivers red and protect the country;

Writers wrote elegy and recorded stories with their own nibs.

Scenes, piles, seem to have happened yesterday.

Under Yi Ze's pen, each name was written.

Among them, some are famous in history and become eternal monuments in people's hearts.

Some, turned into cornerstones, propped up the world with flesh and blood.

Yi Ze understands that there are many people's stories that he cannot tell on the show.

This is the limitation of the times, and it is also a cautious attempt.

But within this limited space, he still found characters who could write.

He is a literati, a pure literati.

His waist is always straight, and his pen is always sharp.

Under his pen, one vivid character after another comes alive on the paper.

His writings are full of contemplation of the nation and whipping of the common people.

He hoped that the pen in his hand could awaken the public's awareness and eliminate the inferiority of the nation.

The sharpness of the pen is like a knife, writing all kinds of situations in the world; the eyebrows are cold, not afraid of criticism.

He was not a warrior, and his hands were not stained with enemy blood.

But he's more of a warrior, dissecting the insensitivity of old times.

His words, even now, are still thought-provoking.

His story, even today, still inspires the world.

He is witty, he is smart, and he hates evil like a vengeful.

On the white paper in front of Yi Ze's eyes, there was a simple sketch portrait, vivid.

Black and white color scheme, simple, but real.

In the era when color cameras did not appear, all the things handed down bear the imprint of the old era.

Looking at the characters on the white paper, Yi Ze smiled.

This is the appearance of the gentleman he saw in the textbook once.

Between the eyebrows and eyes, there is arrogance and unyielding, the hair like a steel needle, each hair is written with an indestructible character.

This person, hard to say, hard to say.

Because of his age, he is somewhat sensitive.

Also because many people don't like him very much.

His articles are like sharp knives, pointing at the deepest darkness of people's hearts.

His words are like a scalpel on the operating table, cutting open the filth in people's hearts.

People with ghosts in their hearts can't help trembling and feeling scared in front of his words.

It seemed that everything was ironic, and it seemed that it was the gods in the sky who penetrated everything.

There is no crime in the article, but people who read it feel guilty in their hearts, and feel that the article is ridiculing and silently reprimanding.

Therefore, the article also has a sin.

Even the words are shackled with unnecessary shackles.

Yi Ze blew the ink on the white paper.

Hero pens, writing heroes.

Complement each other!

When writing the name, Yi Ze hesitated for a moment.

Should I write Mr.'s real name, or Mr.'s pseudonym?
He has many pen names, but only that one is well-known.

After thinking for a moment, Yi Ze smiled.

Picking up the pen, he wrote two words on the paper.

Lu Xun!

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(End of this chapter)