Chapter Five Hundred and Twentieth: In the Next Life, I Wish to Be a Flower Gardener

At the beginning of the ceremony, everyone's eyes were on the big screen not far away. The picture above was exactly the picture of the square at the moment. With the movement of the camera, it had already landed on the tower.

The surroundings became quiet, and their eyes were locked on the screen with anticipation.

The moment the welcome march sounded, all the leaders headed by the chief entered the venue, stopped by the gate, and watched the festive atmosphere in the square. Everyone had a smile like a spring breeze on their faces.

As the host of the conference, under everyone's attention, Cai Qi adjusted his clothes a little and walked to the microphone: "All circles in the capital, celebrate the 80th anniversary of the founding of Huaxia, start now. Fire salute!"

Cai Qi's solemn voice spread throughout the square, the conference officially started, and fifty-six salutes were fired!

Boom boom boom! ! !

The shocking and heavy voice resounded through the sky and reverberated for a long time. When the first gun salute roared, the national flag guards set off from the Heroes' Monument and walked towards the base of the flagpole.

Every step is neat and dignified.

In the entire square, apart from the heavy gun salute, there was only the solemn footsteps of the guards, as if every step was on everyone's heart, and everyone unconsciously looked at the monument behind them.

From the monuments poured with flesh and blood by the heroes and ancestors, to the flagpoles where the national flag is flying, this road is not long, but it is a road that countless ancestors cut through obstacles and opened up to the sky.

The thick and solemn footsteps made the scene and the audience who wanted to watch the live broadcast in front of the TV in awe.

Today's brilliance is the result of blood and sweat of our ancestors yesterday, and every inch of land under our feet carries the expectations and longings of our ancestors, which is extremely heavy.

In front of the base of the flagpole, the guards drew their guns and stood at attention, their neat bodies and tall and straight arrogance, like the backbone and heroic soul of their ancestors, shining in the sun.

"All stand, raise the national flag, and play the national anthem!"

The moment the national anthem horn sounded, many people felt their eyes warm.

The picture of the ancestors bloody in the fire, like the horn blown by the heroic soul on the eve, echoed in the square.

The Monument to Heroes became incomparably tall in the sound of the national anthem, and it seemed that one could clearly see the ancestors standing up from the ruins of the battlefield and sprinting towards the field of artillery fire. After the victory, looking at the rising sun and tomorrow, and the blood-stained flag fluttering in the wind.

The solemn, solemn and heavy national anthem, like the unyielding cry of the ancestors, is the unyielding voice of the whole China.

The moment the national anthem stopped, the red flag was already at the top of the flagpole, facing the wind and reflecting in the sun.

Under the warm light, everyone seemed to hear the figure of the ancestors fighting in the ruins, falling down and standing up again, leaving blood and gunpowder smoke, and the cheers of the final victory.

It was an unyielding and strong song, in exchange for the entire nation today, a belief in standing up, with the hope and yearning of the ancestors, rising and taking off.

The Great Wall is thousands of miles long, and outside the Great Wall is my hometown...

Distant songs, breaking through time, lingering in my ears for a long time.

The soldiers on the field, seeing the flying red flag, seemed to feel the sense of inheritance from their ancestors' flesh and blood, inexplicably moved, and tears filled their eyes.

The road that the ancestors cut with blood, now they take over the guard, silent faith, like bone and blood, invades everyone's heart and flesh, and is passed down from generation to generation.

When I think of my motherland today, I don't consciously bring a trace of pride. She may not be the most perfect, but she is the most worthy of love.

"I have no regrets in entering China in this life, and I would like to be a flower gardener in the next life."

"Huaxia, stand up."

"Seniors, this prosperous world is as you wish."

"At this moment, I want to cry inexplicably."

The audience at the scene, as well as the audience in front of the TV and computer, have an inexplicable moving, wordless belief, as if resounding in everyone's heart.

The eight-minute speech has passed, and the military parade has begun.

The eyes of countless spectators followed the figure of the red flag car and fell on the soldiers of the people on the road. A tall and straight body, a uniform team, a solemn face, strict discipline, and a sharp sword when unsheathed.

The mighty teacher.

Seeing this scene, some viewers straightened their waists unconsciously, and their hearts were serious.

When the foreign guests on the field saw this team, their eyes were complicated, and they all sighed in their hearts.

Without the discipline of that team, better than them. Once you fight, this discipline will turn into fighting power. It's hard to imagine what the consequences would be if their national army fought against such a team.

For a team full of faith, it is no accident that China has today. Occupying the advantages of people and people, this is a winning division.

They can even clearly feel the pride and joy of the Chinese people around them.

Some diplomats, watching this scene live, or live or broadcast, are already thinking about how to further their relationship with Huaxia.

This is a rising power, the awakening dragon, which no one or any country can stop.

"Today, under the immortal monument, we will witness the Huaxia in the new era with you, and listen to the prosperous chapter of the Chinese children full of pride.

Today's Huaxia is a Huaxia created by countless ancestors running around and calling for their efforts; today's Huaxia is a Huaxia built by countless people step by step, blood and sweat; "

When the chief returned to the tower, the hostess's voice sounded, followed by Zhu Quan's voice.

"In the past 80 years, despite the ups and downs, the belief and inheritance of the Huaxia Army Spirit has remained unchanged, and it has always adhered to the forefront of the motherland. These lovely people have sheltered us from the wind and rain, and we have thousands of families laughing and laughing. Behind them is peace, and in front of them is war; under their feet is the frontier, and behind them is the country..."

Behind them is peace, and in front of them is war; under their feet is the frontier, and behind them is the country. In a word, it expresses infinite hardships and beliefs.

"At their feet is the frontier, and behind them is the country. This joke made me cry today."

"Those lovely people are always so lovely."

"Our motherland may be flawed, but it is the most beautiful. She is slowly getting better, not overnight."

"..."

Countless netizens saw this scene, and their hearts were mixed. Behind their peace today are those who are unknown, persevering in countless days and nights, wind and rain. Even some heroic souls who have been sleeping in the earth forever and never wake up again.

"Separate, start." As the host's voice fell, the ceremony officially began.

Led by three helicopters with red flags, eight helicopters with colorful smoke behind them flew over the square, leaving behind a colorful haze. Immediately afterwards, 80 characters composed of 25 helicopters slowly came from afar.

A feast of equipment is about to begin. Through the broadcast, the intelligence officials and diplomats of various countries who are concerned about live broadcast are all staring at the screen. This is one of the windows for them to understand the strength of China.