Hello, 1983

Ms. Huang Xiuzhi Bao took the lead on stage to give a speech. First of all, she welcomed all the guests present, and even friends from the media.

Then she encouraged the students who came to the scene a few words, and finally applauded to welcome today's keynote speaker.

Both the guests and the students who came to the scene gave the face a warm applause.

Reporters from several media also raised their cameras.

In this good atmosphere, Liu Qingshan strode to the front desk, and then, the warm applause stopped abruptly, leaving only a few sparse sounds, which sounded particularly harsh.

Looking at this person on the stage who may be younger than them, the slaps of the students are all frozen in the air.

In any case, they never imagined that the person who came to give a lecture here today turned out to be a young man.

The buzzing sound of discussion immediately rang out in the venue.

During the period, there were also several sharp voices: Get off the stage, step down!

This is obviously someone with ulterior motives. Liu Qingshan and the students of the University of Hong Kong have only one encounter, that is, a friendly tennis match with that Li Zeming.

The smile on Bao Huang Xiuzhi's face was quickly replaced by seriousness. She knocked on the microphone and asked, What is the motto of our University of Hong Kong?

Gewu Mingde.

Many students answered subconsciously, this one has been etched into their bones since they entered the school gate.

Is this how everyone came to Mingde?

Bao Huang Xiuzhi questioned again, and immediately suppressed the noisy voice in the auditorium.

The school director nodded to Liu Qingshan next to him. There was a riot just now, but the young man was unmoved. He still smiled and looked at the students below.

This made the school administrators feel a little ashamed: the self-cultivation of others far surpassed those of her students.

This is today's keynote speaker, Mr. Liu Qingshan, from Beijing University. Like the students here, he is also a college student.

The school manager began to introduce Liu Qingshan, but made some adjustments to her original introduction. She was going to use Liu Qingshan's example to teach her students who didn't know the sky and the earth.

Sure enough, it was almost as she expected, and the audience suddenly became chaotic again. Everyone had one thought: they were all college students at school.

Why do you speak on stage and we have to listen offstage?

What's more, this peer is also from the mainland.

You are not qualified to stand on the stage, step down and step down!

The cluttered cries rang out again.

This time, it was obviously more provocative, and many students also began to raise their arms and shout:

Get down, get down!

The voices gathered more and more, and finally converged into a torrent, roaring and roaring in the auditorium, unstoppable.

The media who came to interview were a little stunned, but then they were overjoyed. The principle of their media, of course, is to watch the fun and not be afraid of big things.

Public opinion can't be violated.

Old God Li Zeming was standing among a group of students on the ground. He was very satisfied with the scene he created.

This group of students is still very impulsive, so he arranged for people to guide them a little, which formed a flood.

The guests sitting in the first few rows also had different expressions. Some continued to sit firmly, while others began to shout.

But it was quickly drowned in the shouts of the students. Even if the lead singer of Beyond hoarse his voice, he couldn't stop the tidal wave of voices.

Huo Boss was not in a hurry. He had already guessed the intention of the school manager, so he just shook his head and sighed: The current student...

Strange to say, although the venue became a pot of porridge, no students left.

When the sound wave reached its peak, Ms. Huang Xiuzhi Bao tapped on the microphone again, trying to close the net.

However, the current situation seems to be out of control, and the sound of the microphone cannot suppress the students who are boiling.

The school manager also felt a sense of frustration, because her students seemed to be out of her control.

Jiaju, come up and sing a song to liven up the atmosphere.

Liu Qingshan waved to the band members in the front row. Rather than shouting needlessly, he might as well use his strengths.

Although the band's quartet had no musical instruments, they walked to the stage without hesitation. The lead singer Huang was in the front, and the three clapping hands in the back played the rhythm.

The lead singer Huang already understood Liu Qingshan's intention, so he did not sing the song Boundless, but sang the English version of the cup of life.

When their band was first established a few years ago, they sang English songs, but they switched to Cantonese songs in the past year or so.

The honed rhythm of the Cup of Life immediately suppressed the restless voices off the court.

Many students also swayed their bodies and sang together.

After the song ended, the lead singer Huang roared into the microphone: The songwriter of this song, Mr. Mountain, is invited to give today's lecture.

After speaking, he made a gesture of invitation to Liu Qingshan: This Mr. Liu, his English name is Mountain!

The scene that was extremely lively just now became silent, and the students were still digesting this shocking news.

Jiaju, you've worked hard.

Liu Qingshan waved to the band four, and then looked at the school manager.

Bao Huang Xiuzhi also breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but her face was still as heavy as water.

Walking slowly to the microphone, he said, Today, I am very disappointed, because I see my students, still not free from the shackles of judging people by appearance...

Of course, Liu Qingshan couldn't say such words, so he could only ask the lady of the school to help and reprimand these peers.

The students in the auditorium lowered their heads one after another, and then returned to their original seats, many of whom were ashamed.

The media present were excited one by one. Originally, they came to interview for the sake of the school's face, as a routine business.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that there was a depth bomb hidden!

And Li Zeming cursed fiercely in his heart: Shit!

He could not have imagined that the guy named Liu Qingshan had such a big background.

After the last time he suffered a loss at the tennis court, he was still angry, so he asked his cousin Li Dashao to stand up for him, but he also got disgraced, and the bet was rumored to be a laughing stock.

It made the cousin's family look bad for him.

Today, he wanted to take advantage of the chaos to muddy the water, but he still got a taste of frustration.

Although full of unwillingness, Li Zeming knew that on such an occasion today, he could no longer make waves.

Then listen to what that guy has to say. It is best to find the flaws and then counterattack. In short, he, Li Zeming, will never be able to swallow this breath.

The school manager didn't say too much. After all, this is not the theme of today. The students are still young, and they are bound to make mistakes. As a school manager, she can still tolerate these children.

So she soon announced: Mr. Liu Qingshan is invited to give today's speech.

Without anyone taking the lead, the entire auditorium was filled with warm applause.

The others on the stage then left, leaving only Liu Qingshan alone.

After bowing to the audience, Liu Qingshan stood in front of the microphone very calmly. There was no speech in his hand, everything was in his mind.

Thank you for your encouragement and encouragement. Applause represents encouragement, and different voices represent encouragement. These are all what a person needs to grow, so I would like to thank everyone present.

The students gradually raised their heads, and they finally understood the gap between themselves and their peers.

Those older guests also nodded slightly, and they all had a good impression of this young man who was neither humble nor arrogant on the stage.

To be able to remain calm after such a farce, even at their age, it may not be possible.

The theme of my speech today is the spread of culture, and the core content is to spread the time-honored culture of our Chinese nation to the world...

Liu Qingshan also began to talk freely, he was not limited to music, but a wider range of culture.

Many people with lofty ideals who were present listened very deeply, and some of them had thought about this issue.

But I just think about it, I can't put it into practice, because it's too difficult to get to this point.

Calling a nation to accept another nation's culture is more difficult than occupying their territory.

This, in those two world wars, has been well verified.

Liu Qingshan's speech did not last long, and when he finished, everyone was still complacent.

They seemed to see a ray of light, and they seemed to find a road vaguely, but they felt that they were seeing flowers in the fog, and it was impossible to see them.

My heart was tickled, it was quite uncomfortable.

National rejuvenation, the general trend, cultural dissemination, has a long way to go. Every descendant with the blood of Yan and Huang has this responsibility and obligation. I am willing to work together with you!

Liu Qingshan bowed again, and his speech finally ended successfully.

He didn't want to be able to be deaf, he just hoped that he could throw a small stone on the calm lake, and cause a little ripple in people's hearts, so that he could do similar things intentionally or unintentionally in the future.

The warm applause sounded again, accompanied by the shouts of many people: Mr. Liu, I have a problem.

I have a problem too!

People spoke up and were very enthusiastic. It was not only the students who raised their hands, there were even many guests present.

If you don't tell me, I don't understand, and when you tell me, I'm even more confused.

Of course, Liu Qingshan also expected this situation. His speech was more about putting forward an idea for people to practice.

And there are very few precedents in this regard, so everyone must be puzzled now, and of course there are many problems.

Let's enter the question-and-answer session.

Ms. Huang Xiuzhi Bao is also very satisfied now. This is what young students should look like, full of vigor and curiosity.

Below, a janitor handed over the microphone, and someone in the front row opened his hand, so he naturally took care of the guests first. The middle-aged uncle got up and took the microphone:

Young friend Qingshan, I am Ah Zhan.

Uncle Zhan, you are an old senior, please speak.

Liu Qingshan didn't dare to care, he walked off the stage with the microphone, and the two faced each other.

This uncle Zhan is in his prime now, and there will be a large number of handed down works coming out soon, like a man who should be self-improvement, and the most classic piece of Cang Hai Laugh.

Little friend, you said that you want to spread Chinese to the world, but foreigners can't understand it, so naturally they won't sing along, so what can I do?

Uncle Zhan was straightforward and didn't go around in circles, and directly asked his biggest question.

Liu Qingshan thought for a while, and then said, A strong country means a strong culture. Just like English, which is now the most important lingua franca in the world, it is not the afterglow of an empire on which the sun never sets.

When one day, our country and nation can be so powerful that it attracts the attention of the world, those foreigners will naturally take the initiative to learn Chinese, and then our music, literature and art will be accepted by more countries and nations.

Uncle Zhan nodded thoughtfully: Just like in the Han and Tang Dynasties, when China was at its peak, naturally all countries came to the dynasty, and they naturally learned Chinese language and culture.

It's easier said than done if you just want to restore your original strength?

Liu Qingshan also looked at him with a smile: It may take 30 to 50 years, China will inevitably rise, and the future can be expected.

I hope to see this day in my lifetime, hahaha! Uncle Zhan laughed loudly and returned the microphone.

The vast majority of people present, of course, did not agree with Liu Qingshan's statement. In 30 to 50 years, they want to catch up with the gap of more than 300 years. Is this too difficult?

A student couldn't wait to run over, and the janitor had to hand him the microphone first, only to hear the student say loudly:

Mr. Mountain, you keep saying that you want to spread Chinese culture, but your works, like the song of life, do not feel any cultural elements of our nation. Why is this?

This question is more acute, and Liu Qingshan is not sure whether it is the student's mind or someone's inspiration.

No matter what, you have to come back.

He still smiled: Classmate, let me correct you a little bit first, at least the person who sings this song is our compatriot.

There was a burst of low laughter around, and then Liu Qingshan said sternly:

There's actually a step-by-step problem here. When we come up and read Tang poetry and Song poetry to foreigners, they will definitely not understand it, and they don't want to hear you chanting scriptures there.

At least you have to get acquainted with you first. When people know you and know you, they will pay more attention to your works, and you will have the opportunity to spread your national culture to others, right?

The young student's face turned a little red, because he was the type of person who didn't even have a chance.

Liu Qingshan just stabbed the other side lightly, and didn't mean to hold on to it: It happens that I have a new song, which includes some tunes and lyrics of Xian Arirang.

After speaking, he hummed a few words softly in his mouth:

Hand-in-hand-we-stand

All-across-the-land…

A-Li-Lang.

There are many composers in the audience, and everyone can't help but light up, and many people nod secretly.

The boy who asked the question just now also smiled at Liu Qingshan: Mr. Mountain, I understand. Thank you for your advice. Also, can you sign me?

At this time, someone finally couldn't hold back and jumped out.

Seeing Li Zeming stand up with his hands up, without using a microphone, he shouted loudly:

Your Arirang is from the Xian ethnic group. Strictly speaking, it does not belong to our ethnic group. Mr. Mountain, your words and actions are very different, which really makes people doubt your character!

Has this guy finally jumped out?

Liu Qingshan was neither anxious nor annoyed, just looked at him quietly for a moment, and then said:

The reason is very simple, because this song was written for the next Olympic Games, and it has been set as the theme song by the Seoul Organizing Committee. It is still sung by singer Cui from the mainland, because he is also of the Xian ethnic group.

What I want to say is that if our country can also host the Olympic Games, we can naturally incorporate the things of our nation into it and share it with the world. Li Zeming, are you satisfied with my answer?

Li Zeming stood there dumbfounded, as if he had been beaten in the head, with nothing but blank space left in his mind.