A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

After the verse, a chorus begins.

"And I will love the world you love..."

The rolling river of history carries the figures of countless predecessors.

Those who came before us have become starlight, and those who come after us look up at that starry sky, following the light to continue our journey.

It was a heartfelt confession, as if searching for one's roots.

You are where I came from, the source of my bloodline.

It is also the journey home that I have been longing for all my life.

No matter how far we go, no matter how much wind and rain we endure.

That road home.

That spiritual refuge.

It will eventually guide me to meet you again.

As Zhao Ling listened, her eyes welled up with tears, and the guilt and sorrow in her heart were quietly soothed somewhat.

Yes, no matter how far the road, didn't they eventually meet again?

The singing grew increasingly passionate and stirring, pushing the atmosphere to a climax step by step.

On and off stage, on and off screen, the hearts of hundreds of millions of people rose and fell with the song, burning with passion.

It was a heartfelt exchange of glances between the newcomer and the predecessor.

It is also a grand reunion between a child and his family, his country, and his origins, spanning the years.

"The mountains and rivers are safe and sound, and the smoke of daily life is as usual."

But you got to gaze upon it as you wished.

Children, sleep soundly in your dreams.

Like the one you love.

……

As the song reached this point, the emotions had reached their peak.

Yet at its highest point, it returns to a profound and gentle vastness.

The scene on the big screen also unfolded into a peaceful expanse.

The vast land lies peacefully in the night.

Behind the windows of ordinary homes, wisps of smoke rise from chimneys, illuminated by warm lights.

These most ordinary and commonplace scenes of everyday life are precisely what countless predecessors dedicated their lives to protecting and looking forward to.

The scene slowly shifts to a small children's room.

Moonlight streamed quietly through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating a child sleeping soundly under a soft blanket, a contented smile on his lips.

Outside the window, thousands of lights shine, a testament to national peace and prosperity.

Inside the window, a child sleeps peacefully, a scene of tranquility.

This scene perfectly conveyed all the deep affection.

What were our forefathers fighting so bravely and risking their lives for?

All I want is for future generations to be able to sleep soundly and have sweet dreams on a night without the smoke of gunpowder or hunger.

And now, the peace they risked their lives for has been achieved.

Children, just as they so deeply hoped back then, sleep peacefully in this prosperous age.

"And I will dream the reunion you dream of."

May your wishes come true forever.

Walk the long road you have walked.

This is how much I love you.

I will also see a world you have never seen.

Write the poems you haven't written

The moon in the sky, the thoughts in my heart

You will always be by my side.

……

The song reached its final climax.

This passage is the deepest and most complete vow that those who came after made to their predecessors.

The reunion you couldn't have, I will make it happen for you.

I will keep the eternity you long for.

I will continue the long road you have traveled, step by step.

Those magnificent worlds they had never seen before.

Those new chapters they didn't have time to write.

Now, it is the successors who will witness and continue their stories.

As the song drew to a close, Su Fan's voice gradually softened.

"I promise you a lifetime of clarity"

Like your young face

……

The last line was sung very slowly and gently.

On the large screen, a line of text appeared: "This prosperous era is just as you wished!"

Some people stared blankly at the stage.

Someone was quietly wiping the corner of their eye.

Some people were still sobbing silently.

After "As You Wish" was sung, the profound emotion lingered in everyone's hearts for a long time.

In an instant, discussions about this song flooded the internet.

"My grandfather is a veteran. After listening to this song, he stared at the TV for a long time. He said that many of his comrades who fought alongside him back then didn't get to see this day, but this song allowed them to see it!"

"Hearing this song brings to mind the heroes of the War of Resistance against Japan. It is because of them that we enjoy a peaceful and prosperous world today. We will carry on this spirit and responsibility to continue building our motherland into an even better place!"

"What does it mean to express one's aspirations through song? It means that without a single slogan, it evokes in you a deep respect and love for this land and for our ancestors!"

"What's most amazing is that restraint; he didn't hit any high notes, he just told the story gently and calmly, yet your tears just kept falling!"

"Every ordinary thing we have today was bought with our lives!"

"I held my daughter, who had just fallen asleep, and tears immediately streamed down my face. There's no such thing as a peaceful life; it's just that someone is bearing the burden for us!"

"After tonight, the phrase 'This prosperous era is as you wished' will likely be etched into everyone's heart. Su Fan, thank you for speaking these words of comfort on behalf of all of us!"

……

Ye Beichen, sitting in the audience, was already in tears.

The old man wiped the corners of his eyes again and again with slightly trembling hands.

He had seen too many storms in his life, but at this moment, he cried uncontrollably like a child.

Xu Shuhan, standing to the side, wiped away tears and sighed, "Old Ye, do you think those old comrades would be so proud to see our country like this today?"

Ye Beichen hummed in agreement, and after a long pause, said in a low voice, "Yes...it definitely will. Isn't this what they risked their lives for back then? A peaceful and prosperous country...it was all worth it!"

The two elderly people gazed at the stage, their eyes filled with reminiscence and contentment.

Ye Wangcheng, who was also present, felt more complicated than anyone else after listening to the song.

What others hear is about the nation, the ancestors, and the passing down of the torch.

But what he heard was an additional layer.

"I'm holding your hand, stumbling along, please take me to tomorrow," these words pierced his heart like a needle.

When has he, as a father, ever held his son's little hand as he learned to walk?

I have never accompanied him even for a part of his growth.

For over twenty years, the hand that should have been his was elsewhere, and he grew up alone, groping his way through life.

But when he looked at his son on the stage, standing on the stage under the spotlight of thousands of people, a burning pride involuntarily welled up in his heart amidst the deep-seated guilt.

This child, without his protection or companionship, transformed every hardship of fate into light beneath his feet.

In the living room of the Ye family's old house, the light and shadow of the television were reflected on everyone's faces.

The family sat around the sofa, no one spoke, only the echoes from the screen still gently reverberated.

Zhao Ling leaned against the corner of the sofa, clutching a tissue that was already soaked with tears in her hand. Her eyes were red and swollen, but she couldn't bear to look away from the screen.

Ye Yun sat next to her mother, her own eyes red.

Ye Yao sat on the other side, head down, secretly wiping the corner of her eye.

Ye Sicheng and his wife exchanged a glance, both seeing an indescribable emotion in each other's eyes.