Volume 638 I Love You, China~ Happy Birthday Junzi

If you were not in the magical country of China, you would not know how many possibilities there are with unlimited human potential.

The area of ​​this square is not small, but the total number of 80,000 people gathered in this venue is an unimaginable scene in any place in the world.

Of course, India doesn't count. Their race is born with yoga and arhat attributes, and they are still self-taught.

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In the eastern night, it was as if someone quietly opened a gap, and the brighter and brighter red, slowly walking, seemed to slowly fill the entire curtain.

But the reserved child of the sun is always unwilling to show its true face, dawdlingly resisting the temptation of the quilt made by the night.

Time always goes on, and when the sun finally revealed its first ray of gold, the protagonists of the square who belonged to this square on National Day walked out of the gate of Tiananmen Square.

6:05... A majestic melody echoed throughout the square.

"Across the mountains, across the plains, across the rushing Yellow River and Yangtze River..."

This place where tens of thousands of people gathered from all over the world became quiet in an instant.

Thirty-six soldiers of the National Flag Guard walked along the central axis, and the sound of "shua, shua, shua" was very clear in this quiet square.

Every step of the way is powerful.

Those firm steps seem to have walked through the ups and downs of modern China's century-old journey.

Walking to the flag raising platform with the white jade fence, four flag guards walked forward in unison.

"Arise, people who will not be slaves..."

At 6:11, one of the flag bearers unfurled the red five-star flag against the wind in the autumn wind.

And as the flag rose slowly, echoing the national anthem, the young and old onlookers, one by one, began to let go of their voices.

"Get up! Get up! Get up! We are united as one, braving the enemy's artillery fire..."

The voice was getting louder and louder, but it was so uniform. Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei, who were in the crowd, held each other tightly, singing with forgetfulness and enthusiasm.

What kind of scene is that? It is too pale to rely on language description alone. Only when you are truly on the scene can you understand the shocking emotions.

That kind of life that had long been numb, those things that had been discarded in the Jiji camp, emerged again from the bottom of my heart with the roar of this ten thousand people.

This emotion is called, I love my country.

No matter where, no matter when....

When the red flag touched the top of the flagpole, the simplest but most exciting flag-raising ceremony came to an end.

The four people guarding the flag have retreated quietly, and with their return, they have completed the mission they repeat every day.

The footsteps of Qi Shushua will not be disturbed by external interference, and there will be no slack because of the end of the task.

In the square after the music ended, under the sky after the national anthem was sung, the dense crowd here fell into a quiet hour strangely.

But such a moment did not make everyone wait too long, and it burst out the emotions that were difficult to vent in everyone's heart at this time, and they were about to flow like a spring.

"Long live the motherland!"

"Long live the people!"

The sky-shattering roar didn't need the help of any loudspeaker, it was just like that!

'flashing edge'

It was a white pigeon that rushed into the sky. I don't know if it was a gift from the surrounding pigeon players, or it belonged to the aborigines in this square.

There are countless individuals, there are countless lives, and no one knows the story behind him, but it does not prevent me from being here, making something with everyone, making myself an unforgettable memory in my life.

I love you China.

The exit-style evacuation at the back was still clean. Those who would automatically look at their feet when they left couldn't bear to let this side of the land be stained with any filth.

The gathering of tens of thousands of people receded completely like a dream.

Sitting in the taxi bound for the airport, the taxi driver in front was still joking with Qin Guan.

"Just watched the flag raising?"

"yes."

"Go home now? Don't you spend more time in the capital?"

"Going to school..."

"It's good to go to school! You can see that you are a good student, and you should watch the flag raising before you leave, patriotic!"

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Many years later, the scene here is still in Qin Guan's mind, and he can't forget it for a long time. He may have forgotten some of the most thrilling things he has ever experienced, but he still remembers every detail of this scene.

When boarding the plane, Cong Nianwei said casually during a nap: "Those flag bearers are so handsome..."

Just this sentence made Qin Guan remember what is the charm of a soldier...

I don't agree! It's nothing more than subduing temptation!

Qin Guan, who had been thinking about how to put himself in a legal uniform, was brought a pillow when he was dozing off.

Qu Xuemei, who has been sticking to New York, called him for his next work call.

Generally, there is no need for the editor-in-chief of the vogue to notify you of a regular job.

"Qin Guan?"

"Um?"

"came back?"

"Um!"

"Then let's get to work, check the text messages and email notifications, and don't forget to take care of yourself."

Qin Guan agreed to the request of the New York City Hall and the police department, and began to film a group of public service advertisements for the people here.

As for the radiation of this public service advertisement, it is natural that the wider the better.

As a result, these community service groups sponsored by foundations and welfare agencies, as well as civil servant social workers under the New York City government, started joint activities.

'Work with the stars around you'

Such large slogans appeared in the streets and alleys of the city of New York.

Posters with Qin Guan's face printed on them hang outside the walls of homes for sale in small neighborhoods, or apartment buildings around the corner of Wall Street or Times Square.

Whether big or small, voluntary or sponsored by friendship, this small city is filled with Qin Guan's figure one after another.

It is very interesting that a star wants to become popular, and the popular ones are supported by the government.

These most ordinary New Yorkers who don't like to watch literary films, movies, or even fashion magazines, got to know this young Asian guy through the simplest poster.

He is a young man who is enthusiastic about community activities. This is the most down-to-earth idea among these community residents.

Different from China's responsibility contract, in this huge urban network, there are a lot of work related to the city's construction, which are the responsibility of the people living here. (To be continued.)