Chapter 47

  Lu Jinbo hastily echoed: That's right, that's right. Of course it's harmonious, originally it was a song of the proletariat, they are the proletariat, so they sing the most suitably.

  The secretary said: Good. I was deeply moved by what you said.

  He picked up the program. Reciting the lyrics: Oppressive national empty laws. Excessive taxes and levies exhaust the poor, while the rich have nothing to worry about. The rights of the poor are just empty talk. Who created the human world? It is us laborers. Everything belongs to the laborers.

  Which can tolerate the parasitic king using harmonious smoke and fog to confuse us. We will unite to wage war against the tyrant, let the warriors go on strike in the army. Stop suppressing and leave the violent machine, but I've never heard of this before?

  Lu Jinbao said: Oh. This is the full version. The uncut version.

  The secretary said: "Hmm, it's better to delete it, it's wordy. Let's go back to the original concise version. Entenmann, does it have to be implemented? This sentence is enough."

  The fourth program was Huang Ying's solo, Huang Ying in a pure white skirt. Her hair was tied up, Xiao Long and Lu Jinbo listened as if they were drunk. However, this program did not get the leader's approval, love is just something that can't be put on stage, Huang Ying followed the original

  The song has ended. I bow deeply to everyone. I say: It's a great pleasure to sing my own song on this stage, it may not be very suitable, but this is my own song.

  Zuo Xiaolong and Lu Jinbao applauded violently.

  The fifth program was a poetry recitation, by the vanguard modern poet from Tinglin Town, who is also the vice chairman of the Chinese Poetry Association, personally took the stage to recite his new poem "Listen".

  The poet stepped onto the stage. He straightened his waist, cleared his throat a few times, and spoke into the microphone:

  The lights dimmed...

  The lighting technician hastily dimmed the lights.

  The microphone is on...

  The sound engineer hastily turned up the microphone volume.

  Be quiet down there...

  The audience in the auditorium stopped their chatter and stared at the vice chairman.

  Give me a glass of water...

  The host hastily handed over the water.

  Give me a chair...

  The host hastily brought over a chair.

  The world is so beautiful...

  Because nobody's name is World, so I don't know who should go on stage.

  If it's like this...

  The audience remained silent.

  The poet stood up and said: My poem recitation is over. Thank you everyone.

  The town head was the first to come to his senses and said, "Ah, how refreshing! This modern poem is great, and it's even interactive." The lights dimmed a bit. The microphone crackled slightly. The audience below quieted down. Get me a glass of water. How beautiful the world is. If only it were like this... Ah, what's the name of this poem?

  How about...

  The person next to him said: Listen.

  The sixth program is a dance, the name of the dance is "Jumping out of Harmony", presented by the Post and Telecommunications Bureau.

  Among the murmurs of the crowd, the last program finally came on stage. The Tinglin Town Chorus, they gathered the best singers in Tinglin Town, consisting of doctors, nurses, patients, police officers, prisoners, gas station workers, cadres, employees, teachers and students.

  The Tinglin Town Chorus of over 100 people.

  This is Bruce Lee's dream, it's not painful to realize one's own dreams. The pain is when others have realized them. And they are all still in front of him, each and every one of them. Bruce Lee wants to carry them back home, drag them into the sculpture garden, and conduct them with a baton.

  Singing. Low pitch on the left, suddenly high-pitched, then re-sing. Then mid-pitch... Thinking about it makes Bruce Lee dizzy, this dream originated from Bruce Lee's childhood. The class organized a choir. But there was no conductor, the music teacher wanted to choose one. Let elementary

  Everyone stretched out their fingers. Said, come on. The teacher looked at whose fingernails were the cleanest and let him conduct. Zhang Xiaolong was chosen because he had cut his fingernails the night before, but he was not happy about it. However, when he went on stage...

  The baton rose, and the people on that side began to sing. The baton fell, and there was silence over there. In just a few strokes, Zhou Xiaolong thoroughly fell in love with conducting. Later, Zhou Xiaolong went to many classes, schools, and community choruses, but he never became a conductor because

  It's generally not considered standard for anyone to have clean fingernails.