He was in college, but his songs were at the Grammys.

In the live stream, the chat was still scrolling wildly.

I'm not a fan of celebrities, but I'm definitely going to be a fan of Chen Ming.

When will the official version of this song be released?! I want to listen to it on repeat!!!

"When the youth are strong, the nation is strong!!!" I will remember this sentence for the rest of my life!!!

[New here, this song was written by Chen Ming for all teenagers]

[A letter to all teenagers...including me?]

[Including you, including me, including everyone]

Damn, my eyes are red again.

[Stop talking, even the newbie is going to cry.]

The number of viewers in the Douyin live stream exceeded 800,000.

The number of viewers in the Bilibili live stream exceeded 500,000.

The number of viewers in the Weibo live stream exceeded 600,000.

The three platforms combined have nearly two million users online.

It's three times the price of magic!

That's three times the number of Peking Opera!

And these numbers are still rising.

......

The afternoon sun was bright, falling on the thirty-odd children and also on Chen Ming.

The children stood ramrod straight, their red scarves fluttering gently in the afternoon breeze.

Their little faces were serious, and there was an indescribable pride ignited by the song.

Chen Ming stood in front of them, a corner of his white shirt fluttering in the wind.

He raised the microphone.

Then, the children's voices rang out again.

This time, it's not recitation, it's singing.

More than thirty young voices merged into a clear torrent:

"Youth has its own youthful exuberance."

Chen Ming's voice joined in at the same time, intertwining with the children's voices.

His voice was steady and powerful, like a mountain;

The children's voices were clear and vibrant, like mountain streams flowing through the mountains.

The two voices intertwined and lifted each other, rising together to higher places:

"His body stands tall like the backbone of mountains and rivers."

The sound traveled over the stage, over the front row seats, over the dense crowd, and spread throughout the entire playground.

There was something indescribable about that voice.

Like the wind, like the waves, like something that has been dormant for a long time, slowly awakening.

"Dare to measure the sun and moon again"

The melody of the chorus repeats itself again and again, rising higher and higher.

The children's voices became more and more engaged and powerful.

On those innocent faces, there seemed to be light dancing in their eyes.

"Today, I alone am a young man!"

Chen Ming turned around and looked at the children behind him.

He also raised the microphone, but when his voice mingled with the children's, he turned his head slightly, as if listening or keeping them company.

That scene.

A nineteen-year-old boy stood in front of more than thirty children.

There was no deliberate dominance, no ostentatious display of skills.

They were just singing together.

Let's sing a song together.

"Dare to challenge heaven and earth, let us test our might."

The sound pierced through the afternoon sunlight, through the dust floating above the playground, through everyone's eardrums, and crashed straight into their hearts.

"Who can stop us from overcoming all obstacles?"

The sense of grandeur does not come from volume.

It comes from the feeling that everyone is being lifted up by the same force at the same moment.

On stage, the children's voices and Chen Ming's voice blended together.

The voice contained the vigor of youth, the composure of young adulthood, the weight of words from a century ago, and the warmth of this very moment and scene.

"Strive to become a pillar of society!"

In the last part, Chen Ming's voice softened slightly, and the children's voices also softened.

It's like a sigh as you look back from the mountaintop after traversing countless mountains and rivers.

"Live up to your youth~~~"

The lingering sound slowly dissipated in the air.

Below the stage, all was quiet, soft, and immersive.

Then, applause suddenly broke out from the crowd.

Once, twice, three times.

Very slowly, very forcefully.

Then, more applause joined in.

The applause from over ten thousand people wasn't the kind of crazy, deafening roar.

Instead, it is a solid and sincere voice that knocks into your heart, one beat at a time.

It was as if something had been confirmed together at that moment.

Among the crowd, several elderly people with gray hair stood together.

They are senior professors at Jiangxi University of Arts; some have retired, while others are still supervising graduate students.

I came here today to check on the students' performance and to show my support for the school.

At this moment, they were all silent.

After a long while, an old professor who had taught vocal music his whole life took off his glasses and wiped the corner of his eye with the back of his hand.

"Okay," he said, his voice a little hoarse. "That's good."

The person next to him nodded without saying anything.

Another professor slowly began, "I've taught for forty years and heard countless students sing, but this is the first time I've heard a song like this at a school."

"It's not just the song," someone nearby chimed in, "it's the spirit."

"Yes, ambition."

They stopped talking and just continued clapping.

One moment, one moment.

On the other side, dozens of parents stood.

They are the parents of the children from the Experimental Primary School, and they took the day off to come and watch their children's performance.

Initially, they just wanted to take some photos and record a video of their child as a keepsake.

But when the words came out of the children's mouths, they found their hands shaking.

A mother was holding up her phone, the camera was shaking terribly, and she couldn't steady it no matter what she did.

It's not because my hands are sore.

It's because of the moisture in my eyes.

She looked at the small figure on the stage.

That was her daughter, with her hair in a ponytail, standing in the second row, her little face shining with seriousness.

"A young man has his own youthful exuberance, his body as upright as mountains and rivers..."

The words, sung from her daughter's lips, seemed to melt away in her heart.

She recalled that a few days ago, her daughter came home excitedly and said, "Mommy, Mommy! I want to go perform with a singing boy!"

At the time, she wasn't too keen on it.

Nowadays, there are too many messy news stories about celebrities, and she doesn't want her child to be exposed to that.

But after her daughter pleaded for a long time, she softened and decided to let the child play around.

who knows……

Who knew it would be a song like this?

Nearby, a father was filming a video, muttering to himself, "Good, really good..."

His son is a mischievous boy who is always running around at home and needs to be urged eight hundred times to do his homework.

At that moment, the boy stood on the stage, straight and singing earnestly.

He suddenly felt that his child seemed to have grown up all of a sudden.

Another mother couldn't hold back any longer, covering her mouth with her hand, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She didn't feel ashamed.

Because she saw that several parents around her had tears in their eyes.

"This child..." she said softly, her voice trembling as she looked at Chen Ming, "This child doesn't seem like a celebrity."

The person next to him nodded.

"Like the older generation of artists."

"Yes, like that era."

They didn't know who Chen Ming was, what songs he had written, or what awards he had won.

But they know.

What will today's performance leave in the hearts of the children?

That was a rare youthful spirit, like a seed quietly planted in the soil.

One day, it will sprout.

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