"There is there, there is, there."

Zhang Yanming reached out to pick up the two little girls, and pecked one on his face, causing the two girls to smile and dodge.

Putting down the two treasures, Zhang Yanming got up and picked up a pen on his desk, and wrote the three words "Hundred Family Names" on the paper.

The Baijiazi is a song at the 2005 large-scale party for the 60th anniversary of the resurrection of Wanwan in the dream world. It is not widely circulated, but it is a good political song. It is also the main theme.

For a moment, Zhang Yanming's thinking became a little divergent, and he stood there with a pen and started thinking.

When later generations talk about the main theme, whether it is songs, movies, TV or dramas, people will habitually ignore them or sneer at them.

I won’t talk about any film and television drama. In fact, there are many songs that are highly sang, which have affected the minds and spirits of generations.

People are born to separate families, places and countries. Patriotism is something engraved in their bones. What does it rely on? What does it mean if a person cannot even love his own country? The main melody song is a manifestation of patriotism, an inspiration, and a inheritance.

However, because of the spread of nihilism of money supremacy and the propaganda and guidance of some news media, the main theme gradually became what the people should oppose and despise and derogate.

How strange.

There are two reasons for this situation. Mouth tongue-in-the-mouth media news is getting farther and farther away from the people, and is so high that it is so high that it is so high that it is in the clouds.

In order to attract attention, the public media used everything they could to throw their conscience, staring at them and making random messes into the mainstream, digging out darkness and generalizing them into the pattern, and clicking on the news was full of celebrities' shorts flying around.

Money is dominating everything.

In such an atmosphere, it is inevitable that the main theme will be rejected and forgotten.

But when the childish sound sounded in the bird's nest in 2008, how many Chinese people were not excited? No noses were sour? When the five-star red flag was solemnly raised in a foreign country, who did not feel a sense of pride in his heart?

The main theme will never disappear, she has been written in everyone's heart.

...

"Dad." The two little girls ran to Zhang Yanming's legs and looked at him with a little concern with their little faces. Zhang Xiaoyue gently poked Zhang Yanming's legs with her slender white and tender fingers.

"Hmm?" Zhang Yanming woke up and looked down.

"Are you stupid?"

"No?"

"Then you hold a pen, don't move or speak, stand there, your eyes straight, aren't you stupid?"

Zhang Yanming licked his lips, not knowing what to say: "Dad is thinking about things. It just so happens that something is remembered."

"real?"

"real."

"Then aren't you stupid?"

"You're stupid, a silly girl movie."

Both little babies breathed a sigh of relief, looking relieved.

"What are your eyes?" Zhang Yanming stretched out his hand and grabbed it on his nose.

"Run quickly." The two little girls ran out laughing and laughing.

Zhang Yanming walked to the back of the desk and sat down, thought for a while, and wrote it on paper with a pen.

Singing the motherland.

My motherland.

The red flag flutters.

Me and my motherland.

My home is in China.

It seemed as if the valve of memory was opened, and a series of songs popped out of his mind.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yanming drew a circle on my motherland and my family in China. These two songs are enough. If Zhu Li was allowed to take it to the competition, it would be a bit useless.

After making a decision, Zhang Yanming took out a book that specializes in recording the songs and began to copy the lyrics of a few songs. The song "Hundred Family Names" was also written out and used again if you have the chance in the future.

The two little girls hid outside the door and chattered and whispered in a low voice, observing Zhang Yanming through the crack in the door.

"Look, did I say it? He just thought about it, didn't he say it. He wasn't stupid."

"But he looks so stupid. He is writing."

"Well, you can write without being stupid. If you are stupid, you can't write."

"Well. Then tell grandma if you want to?"

"I don't know, what do you say?"

"I don't know either. Let's go and ask grandma."

The two little girls held their hands and ran to the other side of the house. Along the way, the cats retreated, and looked at their shadows and began to climb up the house and climb trees and run around in scattered distances.

Zhang Yanming wrote the lyrics well and then slightly practiced them based on the specific situation of the current world.

In fact, he couldn't write a word even if he didn't write it. Fortunately, his writing style was not bad, so he could just write it 70% or 80% and then repair it. Anyway, it's all original.

After writing it, I read it carefully and hummed it in my heart.

The phone rang.

He took it over and connected it and put it in his ear: "Hello."

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, I'm Henry Pete, I hope you haven't forgotten me yet."

"Oh, hello Pete, is there anything wrong?"

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Zhang, you entrusted the matter to me, and I've never given you feedback until today."

"It's okay. Is there any news?"

"Yes, the senior engineers from our Doudou City headquarters have arrived in Beijing. I hope to meet and talk with you. There is also a deputy general manager of the group, Mr. Wang Sheng."

"Okay, I can do it anytime. Otherwise, I will invite you to my house to take a guest. When will it be convenient for you? I will ask the driver to come and pick you up."

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, please wait." The sound broke over there, more than a minute later: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Wang Sheng said that if you are convenient, you can do it today."

"Okay, let them wait, I'll call the driver over."

Hang up the phone and Zhang Yanming dialed Zhang Yongguang: "Photomon, what are you busy with?"

"With the business side, you have something to say."

"You go to the headquarters of Wang's Computer Beijing, find the executive officer Henry Pete, and pick up a few people to the yard. His phone number is **********, please remember."

"Now?" Zhang Yongguang asked while recording the phone number.

"Well, I'm waiting there. If you can put the one in your hand, you'll go there now. If it's urgent, wait."

"good."

Zhang Yanming put down the phone and thought about it, looked at the time, decided not to invite him to dinner, and let him do his business, and he will talk about it later if he has the chance. The main reason is that he still doesn’t know what exactly it means.

Take the lyrics and come to the recording studio.

"Teacher Wang, do you have time?"

"Yes, I don't have to do anything now, I'm idle."

"Then please help me remember the performance?"

"For Little Julie?"

"Well, it's also in it. The songs I've thought about before have been revised recently, and I feel that it should be appropriate."

"Well, come on." Teacher Wang took the lead in walking into the piano room on the side.

"Aren't you studying? Or can't write it at all? Where is the simplified score?"

"Teacher Wang, you are so obsessed with me. I have only been studying for a few days? I haven't even touched the door."

Teacher Wang smiled, snatched out the cigarette, went to wash his hands, and came to sit behind the piano: "Sing. You are a weirdo."
Chapter completed!