Chapter 97: Raising the national flag, playing the national anthem, free chapters (with excerpts), I wish book friends a happy National Day.

In the early morning, the streets were still as silent as ever, the sky was still an endless dark blue, so deep that it was frightening. The mist-shrouded Xiagou Village was unusually quiet. On the small square in front of the clubhouse, there were several high-wattage street lamps. It's very bright here.

   Here is the early morning of October 1, 2000.

Lian Shun, a retired old dog who was rehired by Zhao Song, dragged his tired body to the door of Youjia, where Wei Mingyu was wiping his bayonet against the street lamp. Hanmang.

   rubbed Wei Mingyu's calf, and Lian Shun quietly lay beside her, sticking out his tongue, looking at the bayonet, showing a look of nostalgia.

   Zhao Song, who was dozing off by the side, quietly opened his eyes and glanced at Lian Shun in doubt - this guy is less and less like a watchdog, a companion dog.

   At this moment, Sister Dada with a frowning face walked in from the entrance of the village, her enchanting body felt like a dream under the mist.

   "What's wrong? That expression in the early morning?"

   "My stinky boy wrote in his homework: My mother is a middle-aged woman under forty years old!"

  The anger on Sister Da Da's face grew stronger and stronger.

   "Puchi~"

   Xiaoyu hurriedly covered her mouth and lowered her head to comb Lian Shun's hair.

  "." Zhao Song looked up at the dark blue sky and said, "The four words less than forty years old are superfluous."

   Sister Da Da nodded and said, "The teacher pointed it out to him when he was marking his homework. Guess how he changed it?"

  "." Zhao Song shook his head solemnly, how could an old man guess the mind of the bear child.

   Sister Da Da's face completely collapsed: "My mother is an unnecessary middle-aged woman!"

  "." Looking at Xiaoyu whose shoulders were shaking, Zhao Song comforted with a stiff face: "How could it be a middle-aged woman? In ancient times, with your current appearance, sister, you can support the entire brothel!"

   "Did you say she looks like that pillar?"

   At this moment, Zhao Dou also came over and asked disdainfully.

  “.”

"I beat you to death!"

   A new day begins with the slapstick of two middle-aged people who have forgotten their identities.

   The dark blue on the horizon is getting lighter and lighter, and more and more people gather in the small square.

  The sleepy-eyed Xizi came to Zhao Song and complained, "Just raise the national flag and go to Tiananmen Square to see it. What's there to raise on this small flagpole on the broken square."

   Zhao Song threw his head towards the entrance of the village, where the handsome man was walking quickly with a small box on his back:

   "The guy wants to raise the national flag in a 3D surround music." Zhao Song spread his hands and said helplessly: "After thinking about it, this is the only place where he can toss casually."

   "3D music?" Xizi thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "Have you lost your handkerchief? Isn't this kind of day inappropriate?"

  "." Zhao Song raised his foot and kicked this unreliable brother.

   Bai Li looked at her watch with a headache, and shouted at the two brothers who were playing tricks: "Zhao Song, it's 5:55, there are still two minutes!"

   "Oh~"

   Zhao Song stood still and looked around.

  Ding Tao came and stood quietly in the corner with Song Guanyi. Li Yong crossed his shoulders and whispered, and some members filed out from the clubhouse.

  Xingsheng, Pingping, Du Kai, Uncle Lu, Wen Zhenwen, Wen Lihua, Liu Cong, Lao Wang next door, and Boss Song from Xisanqi also came.

   Zhao Song cleared his throat and said loudly:

"Thank you everyone for coming! Yesterday, Tesla's spokesperson Chen Chong won the Olympic championship, and the patriotic enthusiasm set off by 'go to break', therefore, Dashuaishuai proposed that on this national day, a simple The gift action, handsome!"

  The handsome man nodded and opened the small box he was carrying with him.

   Uncle and nephew Hong Tao and Hong Dazhi, who were neatly dressed, took the national flag and came under the broken flagpole in the small square.

  Bai Li looked at the watch, the time on it was deliberately set against the National Time Service Center.

  "10, 9"

   Dashuaishuai took out a small trumpet and carefully checked it before putting it to his lips.

   "5, 4"

  Hong Tao tied the national flag to the rope and stood quietly.

  “3”

"2"

"1"

   "Trembling, twitching, twitching, twitching, twitching, twitching~"

   "The March of the Volunteers" seems to have a special magic power. No matter when it sounds, the flower growers will always stand and pay attention to it!

  The mist dissipated, the sun broke through the layers of obstacles, broke through the cloud barriers, and a beam of sunlight came, both shining and bright.

  Through the rising blood-red flag, the colorful and colorful lights are released, shining on these young people, shining on this land.

   At this time, no one can express the feelings in their hearts. The solitary trumpet sound has really become a 360-degree 3D music without dead ends, piercing the body and soul from every pore.

  In the world of this group of young people, the broken flagpole disappeared, the urban village disappeared, and between the heaven and the earth, only the blood-red flag and the impassioned music remained.

   This is the flag, this is the national anthem.

   When it rises, when it rings, everything becomes magical.

   It seems that there are two things that we don’t understand at all. When the Eight-Power Allied Forces occupied Beijing and the Chinese nation was about to perish, an official named Wang Yirong who was defending Beijing at the juncture was the one who discovered the oracle bone inscriptions, and it was precisely the oracle bone inscriptions that he discovered.

   He committed suicide on the day the Eight-Power Allied Forces entered, and there are still fragments of oracle bone inscriptions on his desk, and the oracle bone inscriptions tell us Chinese that we once had a great Shang Dynasty, more than 4,000 years ago.

   Then, on those two days, when the Eight-Power Allied Forces entered the north, Dunhuang discovered the Buddhist scriptures cave, telling everyone that there was a Tang Dynasty in China.

Please allow me to make a metaphor for these two things, that is, a samurai was beaten by others, covered with blood, lying on the ground dying, at this moment, he suddenly heard the singing of his childhood, he leaned again The stick stood up.

  This childhood song is the oracle bone inscriptions at that time, and it was the discovery of the once glorious evidence of the Tang Dynasty at that time, and he stood up again.

   This is 5000 years of majesty, a mysterious power.

   is as mysterious as the national flag and the national anthem!

   This is the only great hero who will never die and will never be defeated after suffering for a long time!

   His name is called the Chinese nation!

  Motherland, happy birthday!

   (end of this chapter)