If it had not been for China, you wouldn't have known the limitless potential of human beings.
The square was not small, but 80,000 people were gathered in this place. If this was anywhere else in the world, it would be an unimaginable scene.
Of course, India didn't count. Their race was born with the attributes of yoga and human pyramid, and they learned it without a teacher.
...
The curtain of night in the east seemed to be pulled open by someone. The red was getting brighter and brighter. It seemed like it was going to fill the whole curtain.
But the sun, this reserved child, was always unwilling to reveal its true face. It dilly-dallied to resist the temptation of the quilt made of the curtain of night.
Time would always go on. When the sun finally revealed its first ray of gold, the main characters of the National Day Square walked out of the central gate of Tiananmen Square in unison.
At 6: 05 pm, a majestic melody echoed through the square.
"Over the mountains, over the plains, over the rushing Yellow River and Yangtze River..."
The gathering of tens of thousands of people from all over the world quieted down in an instant.
Thirty-six soldiers of the National Flag Guards walked along the central axis. The swooshing sounds were exceptionally clear in this quiet square.
They were imposing with every step.
His firm footsteps seemed to have experienced the ups and downs of modern China's century-long journey.
The four flag-bearers walked up to the flag-raising platform, which was surrounded by white jade railings, and walked to the front in unison.
"Rise up, people who don't want to be slaves..."
At 6: 11 pm, one of the flag-bearers unfurled a red five-star flag amidst the fluttering autumn wind.
As the flag rose slowly, echoing the National Anthem, all the spectators, young and old, began to raise their voices one by one.
"Rise up! Rise up! Rise up! We are united as one, braving the enemy's gunfire... "
Their voices grew louder and louder, but they were in unison. Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were holding each other's hands, completely immersed in the song.
Just describing the scene with words would be too weak. Only by truly experiencing it would one be able to understand the shock of the emotions.
That kind of life that had long become numb, those things that had been abandoned in the hustle and bustle of the camp, once again emerged from the bottom of their hearts along with the roars of these tens of thousands of people.
This emotion is called, I love my motherland.
No matter where, no matter when …
When the red flag touched the top of the flagpole, this simple but exciting flag-raising ceremony came to an end.
The four flag protectors had already retreated quietly. With their return, they had completed the mission they had been repeating every day.
Their uniform footsteps would not be disrupted by external disturbances, nor would they slack off just because the mission was over.
After the music ended and the national anthem ended, the dense crowd strangely fell into a short period of silence. Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
However, they didn't have to wait too long for such a moment. Everyone burst out with emotions that were difficult to vent and were about to burst out like a spring.
"Long live the motherland!"
"Long live the people!"
The earth-shattering roar didn't need the help of any loudspeaker. It just came out directly and cleanly!
"Flutter!"
White pigeons flew up into the sky. No one knew if they were gifts from the surrounding pigeon players or if they belonged to the original residents of the square.
Countless people, countless lives. No one knew the story behind him, but that didn't stop him from doing something that he would never forget for the rest of his life with everyone here.
I love you, China!
The people at the back were still very clean. When they left, they would automatically look at the people under their feet, as they could not bear to let this side of the ground be contaminated with any dirt.
The gathering of tens of thousands of people retreated as if they were in a dream.
On the way to the airport, the driver was still chatting with them.
"Did you just watch the flag-raising ceremony?"
"Yes."
"Are you going back home? Don't you want to stay in the capital? "
"I have to go to school..."
"School is good! You are a good student. You even watched the flag-raising ceremony before leaving. You love your country! "
...
Many years later, the scene was still fresh in Qin Guan's mind. He might have forgotten some of the most thrilling work he had ever done, but he could still remember every little detail of the scene.
When they boarded the plane, Cong Nianwei took a nap and casually said, "Those flag protectors are very handsome …"
Qin Guan would never forget the charm of a soldier.
I don't believe it! It's just a uniform!
Qin Guan was thinking about how to put on a legal uniform when someone brought him a pillow.
Qu Xuemei, who had been staying in New York, called to tell him about his work.
Usually, the chief editor of VOGUE didn't need to inform them about regular jobs.
"Qin Guan?"
"Yes?"
"You're back?"
"Yes!"
"Let's get back to work. Check your messages and emails. Don't forget to take care of yourself."
Qin Guan agreed to the request of the City Hall and the police department to shoot a series of public service advertisements for the residents of the city.
As for the radiation of this public service advertisement, it was naturally better to spread it as far as possible.
Therefore, community service groups sponsored by financial groups and welfare organizations, as well as social workers under the New York City government, started to work together.
"Work with the stars around you!"
Slogans appeared all over the streets and alleys of New York.
Posters with Qin Guan's face on them were hung on the walls of houses for sale in small communities, as well as apartment buildings on Wall Street and Times Square.
Some were big, some were small, some were voluntary, and some were sponsored by friends. Soon, the city was filled with Qin Guan's figure.
It was very interesting for a celebrity to want to become famous and to be supported by the government.
These ordinary New Yorkers, who didn't like indie films, movies, or even fashion magazines, got to know this young Asian man through a simple poster.
Qin Guan was a young man who was enthusiastic about community activities. That was the most simple thought among the residents.
Different from the responsibility system in China, in this huge urban network, many of the work related to the construction of the city was the responsibility of the people living here.
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