Chapter 567 365 Miles 2


    These days, TV stations don’t have as many programs as radio stations.


    The radio station starts at 5 a.m. and continues broadcasting until early morning the next day, nearly 24 hours a day. That "Small Speaker Starts Broadcasting" program was called "Small Speaker" and it existed in the 1950s.


    The Central People''s Broadcasting Station building is still brightly lit at night.


    In the corridor, an announcer pestered the program director relentlessly and said, "Why can''t you tell me the name? How can you not introduce the singer? Such a beautiful song should be known to the whole country!"


    "Instructions from above, no need to ask anymore!"


    "If the identity of the singer is sensitive, then the song should not be broadcast. Now that it has been broadcast, why is it still hidden?"


    "Oh, I''m not sure. Anyway, that''s what I said. If you ask again, I will punish you according to the system!"


    "snort!"


    Being able to enter this kind of unit these days has something to do with it. The announcer was not afraid and said: "A good song is wasted in vain. Do you know how rich the emotions it expresses? The sadness and lamentation of a wanderer who is homesick. , the feeling of struggle with dreams in mind..."


    "Okay, okay, it''s almost time for your show, go quickly!"


    The director wiped his sweat. This announcer is the daughter of an old chief. She has a common problem among young people nowadays. She has a strong bourgeois atmosphere and loves literature and art.


    The announcer entered the studio and waited until half past eight before the program started.


    Literary and artistic programs are 45 minutes a day, different seven days a week, including literature, folk arts, music, etc. Today is a music topic. She said the opening and played the song "Please Come to the Ends of the World": "Please come to the ends of the earth, spring is always here all year round, and the spring breeze is warm on Hainan Island..."


    Through the song released last year, many people learned about the ends of the earth in Hainan for the first time.


    After playing this, another song "My Chinese Heart" came.


    After this song made a stunning debut in the Spring Festival Gala, the radio station had been wanting to play it, but was prevaricated by the Ministry of Culture. It waited until the tape of "Spring Festival Gala Golden Songs" was released before starting to play it. Then it was played for 7 months, and there were still a large number of letters from viewers requesting it.


    "It sounds great, but I still get a headache after listening to it for seven months!"


    The announcer groaned in her mind. She had channels to get some Hong Kong and Taiwan music, but she couldn''t play it on the show. Nowadays, music production in China is as slow as film production. Not many new songs are released every year and the quality is uneven.


    So she particularly liked the new song she got.


    The lyrics are touching, the melody is good, and the emotions are deep, but there is no name of the singer.


    Unconsciously, it was halfway through the program, and she was watching the time. She became energetic and said: "Recently, we have received some letters from listeners, saying that they always play the same songs. Are there any new works?


    So today I will play a new song for you, called "365 Miles", which expresses the homesickness of wanderers. Please enjoy it slowly..."


    The leader didn''t give the singer a name, so she had no choice but not to introduce him.


    ………


    "It''s cold enough today!"


    "Come in and stay warm, there are good things!"


    "What good stuff?"


    In a large factory, a comrade from the security department who patrolled at night entered the reception room at the entrance, took down the Type 56 rifle, took a large enamel jar, and looked inside: "Hey, Camellia oleifera!"


    "Hey, where are the stove fruits? Lao Zhangtou, you can do it. You eat Xiao Zao every night, right?"


    "I have no children. What''s wrong with me eating some squid? Are you suing me?"


    "I wouldn''t dare, you are senior!"


    Lao Zhangtou snorted, holding a cigarette and crossing his legs, looking like a working class man.


    The electric box on the table is talking about something. Drinking some oil tea and eating some snacks on a winter night is the best thing. This oven fruit is an old-fashioned Northeastern snack that doesn’t seem to be found in other places. In the past, everyone ate it.


    The two of them were eating and chatting. ""365 Miles", please enjoy it slowly!"


    As he was talking, a melody suddenly came from the electronic box. It was a completely different feeling from the main melody music in China. He followed a voice and sang: "The sleepy stars cannot stop my journey..."


    "Eh? This song is nice!"


    "What does it sound like? Turn it off, turn it off!"


    "Listen, listen, you old man always argue with me!"


    The young comrade from the security department stopped Lao Zhangtou and listened to the electronic box singing: "Pursuing my dream with full passion, spending three hundred and sixty-five days every year..."


    In this era, it is easy to distinguish mainland songs.


    They are all about big concepts, such as motherland, mother, mountains and seas, future hope, unity and friendship. Even the emotions expressed by individuals express love for these big concepts.


    So as soon as this young man heard "Pursue My Dream", he was immediately attracted.


    "Three hundred and sixty-five miles, across spring, summer, autumn and winter, how can we let three hundred and sixty-five miles go to waste!"


    "Three hundred and sixty-five miles, from my hometown to a foreign land, three hundred and sixty-five miles, from my youth to my old age!"


    …


    Own home.


    Huang Yihe stayed up late at night, racking his brains to plan the Spring Festival Gala. Suddenly he was startled, and was also attracted by the singing on the radio. He listened to a few words and even threw away his pen. When he finished listening to a song, his excitement was palpable.


    "This song is so good!"


    "I''m struggling outside alone, missing my hometown. The singing is good, the writing is better, and the theme is great. It''s perfect for the Spring Festival Gala!"


    Huang Yihe wished he could run to Yangguang immediately and ask what happened to this song, but he frowned again: Who sang it? Why didn''t you mention the singer''s name?


    …


    There are many idle people at night.


    Before television became widely available, listening to the radio was the greatest pleasure. On this winter night, millions of people heard the song "365 Miles".


    This is the 1980s!


    It was a time when literary and artistic works were most popular, but there were people who liked everything, not to mention it was a good thing. After the song was played, many people had already pulled out the letter paper and couldn''t wait to write letters to Yang Guang. Those who could make a phone call directly.


    "The song you played just now is really nice. Is it called "365 Miles"?"


    "Oh, then who is the singer...what? You don''t know, how can there be such a thing?"


    "Who asked you to play a song? Taiwan Affairs Office, that''s fine."


    The family home of China Youth Daily.


    Yu Jiajia yawned, turned off the radio, and cursed: "I work overtime for free, and I won''t be paid a dime. I am still assigned work in Hong Kong. Where can I reason?"


    After scolding a certain heartless guy, she obediently spread out the paper and wrote a press release as an ordinary listener who just happened to be a reporter.


    If in future generations, people would be shocked to read "Who is he?" The mysterious singer moves the capital overnight"


    Now it can only be "Looking for a good song, 365 miles away"!


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