A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

As the intro began, Su Fan stood on the stage, raised the microphone, and his voice came through.

You are the long road

Lights in the mountain fog

I am a child walking in your eyes.

……

As soon as the song started, the audience members who had initially been filled with anticipation and scrutiny gradually quieted down.

There were no flashy techniques or high-pitched shouts in that voice; it was just a gentle narration.

The opening lines gently depict the deep affection between a guide and a child.

You are the light that illuminates my lost path, the direction I will follow throughout my life.

And I am a child walking in your gaze, following your light, step by step, growing into adulthood.

Coupled with the music video on the big screen, and given the special occasion of the holiday, it's easy to get people involved.

Many people have come to understand that what the song is about is the following generation's homage to and tribute to their predecessors.

This profound emotional connection, transcending time and death, brought tears to the eyes of countless audience members.

You are the bright moon and gentle breeze

I am the dream you cherish.

Whether we meet or not, I will embrace you for a lifetime.

……

This is a gentle consolation.

You are like the bright moon, like the gentle breeze, always shining upon me.

And I am nothing more than a dream within your sight, protected by you.

Even if it means being separated by mountains and rivers from now on.

Even if we never meet again in this lifetime.

That connection, however, has never been severed.

To see each other is to reunite.

Even if we don't see each other, it's still a form of being together.

That deep affection speaks volumes about the most profound bond in the world.

Some people, even though they are separated by death, never truly leave.

They transform into the bright moon and gentle breeze, into the starlight overhead, and into the path beneath your feet, accompanying you in another way, step by step from now on.

Next, Su Fan's singing rose a little higher.

And I will love the world you love.

wish your smile

I staggered as I held your hand.

Please take me to tomorrow.

If you've ever tasted bitterness, then my sweetness...

I wish to live as you wish.

May it not be in vain, may you forge ahead bravely!

This prosperous era is every day.

……

The chorus suddenly opens up, a solemn promise made by those who come after to their predecessors.

I will continue to love this world that you love so deeply.

I will make those smiling faces you long for bloom one by one.

On the big screen, the images flowed frame by frame.

It's the golden waves of rice in the fields at dawn.

It is the first wisp of smoke rising in the city at dawn.

It's the smiling faces of children running and playing on campus.

It is the reunion meal served amidst the lights of thousands of homes.

These ordinary yet heartwarming scenes are precisely the human condition that our ancestors risked their lives to protect.

When the song reached the line "I'm holding your hand, stumbling along, please take me to tomorrow," the scene switched to a close-up of a pair of aged yet strong hands holding a pair of tender little hands.

That is inheritance.

It is one generation leading another, from suffering to light.

The line "If you have tasted bitterness, I have tasted sweetness" contains the deepest understanding that the younger generation has for their elders.

You endured all the bitterness, just so you could leave us with the sweetness.

And I am willing to live out your unfulfilled wish.

May all these efforts not have been in vain.

May your spirit in heaven see that your descendants will carry on your legacy and forge ahead bravely.

On the big screen, the image gradually became more magnificent.

The majestic high-speed railway sped by.

It is like a dragon entering the sea and a Shenzhou spacecraft venturing into the sky.

It was a rolling torrent of iron formations in the military parade.

The national flag slowly rises in the morning light...

Each scene silently proclaims: "Our ancestors, the power and peace you could not witness have now been realized!"

This prosperous era is just as you wished.

The big screen displays the magnificent landscape and the passing down of traditions.

What countless people heard was that magnificent sense of patriotism.

But Zhao Ling, sitting in front of the screen at the Ye family's old house, heard a completely different story.

As a mother, she felt as if she were separated from her child by thousands of miles, watching helplessly as the child grew up alone in the dark, in a place she couldn't see.

What Zhao Ling heard was her own sense of indebtedness.

It was this child who, on behalf of his irresponsible mother, swallowed all the suffering that he shouldn't have had to bear alone.

Other people's children grow up surrounded by the sweetness of their parents' love.

Her son, however, swallowed the bitterness and turned it into sweetness, step by step, he has come this far.

As his mother, she never helped him up when he fell, never hugged him when he was upset, and never even gave him a hot meal or a word of advice.

But this child, instead of harboring any resentment, lived a life of such uprightness and brilliance.

In her heart, this song wasn't about a prosperous nation or a peaceful country; it was about a child who had been separated from their family for over twenty years, standing on a stage in front of thousands of people, expressing the deepest feelings of their life and speaking words of growing up.

The second verse began, and the emotions rose even higher than in the first verse.

You are the long river of time

sky lit up with stars

I am an admirer, so I will sing your praises in song.

You are where I came from.

It is also where my heart belongs.

"You will meet me on every path in this world."

……

If the first paragraph was a whispered tale, then this paragraph is a heartfelt gazing and surrender.

Our ancestors have transformed into the ever-flowing river of time, and into the dazzling sky illuminated by countless sparks.

We are but people looking up at the stars from the riverbank.

A successor who is willing to dedicate his entire life to passing on that light.

As the second verse became increasingly moving, the images on the big screen slowly unfolded.

The scene begins with a black and white photograph.

Those are faded memories of bygone days, and amidst the smoke of battle, pairs of resolute eyes.

Under the simple oil lamp, figures were bent over their desks, writing furiously.

They are footsteps trudging through the wind and snow, never turning back.

The camera slowly pans in, and the black and white image gradually comes to life with color.

The barren land in the old photos gradually sprouted golden waves of wheat.

That drafty classroom gradually transformed into a bright and clean campus filled with the sound of students reading aloud.

That muddy and bumpy path gradually extended into a crisscrossing, brightly lit thoroughfare.

Black and white and color gently overlap on the screen.

An old soldier, his hand trembling, raised it and gave a solemn military salute to a brand-new national flag.

Behind him, superimposed, is a reflection of his younger self, with the same posture and the same gaze.

Familiar scenes flashed by one after another.

The high-speed train speeds by, cutting across the beautiful landscape.

It is like a giant ship setting sail, cleaving through thousands of waves.

It was Shenzhou's spacecraft journey into space; the astronauts inside looked out the porthole at that blue planet.

It is the glow of countless lights in homes, behind each warm window, tables laden with family meals, and faces beaming with happiness.

The most touching moment comes just as the chorus is about to begin.

In the picture, an elderly man with white hair is leading a toddler as they walk along a country road bathed in the setting sun.

The old man's figure gradually blurred, transforming into a sky full of starlight and a gentle breeze sweeping across the fields.

And that child grew up little by little.

He grew into a teenager.

He has grown into a young adult.

Eventually, she grew up to be able to hold the hand of the next child.

One generation after another.