My Star Teacher

Guo Chushan's mood has calmed down, but the sorrow between words has not disappeared.

"Teacher Lilac is a good person. She teaches children in our village. One teaching is seven years, seven years. The little girl in her twenties turns into a big girl in her thirties. Our village people have persuaded her to go many times. Delayed her, but Teacher Lilac could not rest assured the children in the village and insisted on leaving."

A middle-aged man in the position behind Guo Chushan listened and said, "Seven years are not long." Because he was closer, his voice was clearly transmitted into the microphone.

There was a hint of anger on Guo Chushan's face, "Isn't seven years long? Seven years! There are seven years in life, and seven years in the best youth!"

At this time, Liu Chiyan on the stage accepted the speech, "In seven years, it is true that life is not long, but short is not short."

The audience looked back at Liu Chiyan, and the camera refocused on the stage.

Liu Chiyan said slowly, "Moreover, that is the life of Teacher Lilac."

The audience was shocked.

Liu Chiyan: "Teacher Lilac unfortunately suffered from cancer during the seven years of teaching, and unfortunately passed away on 6.2 days last year. This "Lilac Flower" was a luminous light. Not long ago, he participated in group activities with the writers of the Provincial Writers Association It happened that when I went to the mountain and went to Dutang Village, I ran into Mr. Lilac's bogey and learned the story of Mr. Lilac. Ye Guang told me about the trip to Dutang Village that day."

"He told me that that day, the door and window eaves of every household in Dutang Village were hung with white damask, and the whole village was plain."

"That day, the trembling grandmother who walked in her 80s, babies who were waiting to be fed, and pregnant women with big belly, no matter how many men and women in the village, there are more than one hundred people, one spontaneously went to sacrifice Thanks to Lilac Teacher."

"Mr. Lilac is buried in a very distant mountain, where there are lilac flowers everywhere. Ms. Lilac likes lilac the most, because her name is it, so the villagers buried Mr. Lilac in the brightest blooming lilac. That hill."

"The mountain road is not easy to walk, the old man can't walk, he is carried by the young and strong, the pregnant woman is inconvenient to support, the children are held by the adults, no one has a complaint."

There was a little silence at the scene, and a mood called sorrow was spreading.

Liu Chiyan: "On that day, Yeguang and the writers also went to worship Teacher Lilac and offered a bouquet of lilac flowers to Teacher Lilac."

"That day, when the children in the village worshipped Teacher Lilac, they sang a song to Teacher Lilac. It was an honour and my song. The children said that Teacher Lilac was a fan of me during my lifetime. I am honored."

"Nightlight had a great impact on that day. It was at that time that this "Lilac Flower" was made. Every word and every sentence of this song is what Luguang saw and heard that day, and this song was sung by Teacher Lilac. Life. Today’s proposition is a teacher, so I thought of Teacher Lilac, so I insisted on singing this song, this song is sung to you, and it is also sung to my fans Teacher Lilac, can sing for her I am honored with this song."

Guo Chushan bowed deeply to Liu Chiyan, "Thank you! Thank you! I am sure that Lilac Teacher Tian Zhiling will be very happy to know that her idol sang a song for her, thank you!"

After listening to the story of Teacher Lilac, the audience at the scene was a little sad, and some sentimental girls quietly wiped their eyes.

Several of the judges' teachers were also sad, and the oldest Zong Lao said, "Mr. Lilac is indeed an admirable teacher, a little girl, but has done countless things that her husband has no perseverance to do."

Squinting the corners of her eyes reddish, the woman always feels more sentimental, "The teacher Lilac is gone, are there any children in the village to teach?"

Liu Chiyan nodded, "Yes, now the village is teaching a teacher named Zhao Lei. He was originally a pursuer of Lilac Teacher. Because he pursued Lilac Teacher, he stayed with him in the village to support the teaching. After the death of Lilac Teacher , Teacher Zhao Lei took over the burden of Teacher Lilac and has been teaching in the village."

"Mr. Zhao Lei is also a very admirable teacher. Ye Guang met him and asked him if he was worth it. Ye Guang told me that Zhao Lei's answer was not fully memorized, but I remember some words very clearly."

Liu Chi Yan paused and continued, "Mr. Zhao Lei said,'I have to accompany her here','The children always have to be taught, it turned out to be her, now it is me','Someone has to do this.' "

After Liu Chiyan finished speaking, the audience was silent for a few seconds.

Then the audience shouted, "Goddess Liu, sing lilac again!"

In an instant, the studio hall was lit.

"Sing it again!"

"We want to hear lilac!"

"Encore!"

"Encore!"

"..."

Ren Keling: "Come on, please be calm, there is a limit on the time of the show, please be calm. Friends who like lilac can watch the replay online after the show. Our show is live, the game time has come, and may not be able to satisfy everyone. Wish."

Ren Keling tried to stop the audience who called out loudly, but the audience seemed unheard, but instead the crying became regular.

"Encore! Encore!!!"

"Encore! Encore!!!"

Ren Keling and Yi Shan looked at each other and turned their attention to the program director.

The program director was also stunned, and he couldn’t make the decision when the program was delayed, but watching the audience’s style wouldn’t stop if the audience were rejected, so the program director cast his gaze on the director at the scene.

The director looked around the enthusiastic audience for a week and sighed, "Let's delay."

So, Liu Chiyan took the stage and sang the lilac again.

"You said you love lilac because your name is it"

"..."

"When the flowers wither, when the picture freezes"

"..."

"You left in such a hurry, leaving me a lifetime of care"

"..."

"That grave is full of flowers, how beautiful you long for it"

"..."

"You listen to someone singing, that song you love the most"

"How much prosperity in the world, no longer need to worry about it"

Listening to the lilac flower again, the look and feel brought to the audience is completely different.

Originally, the audience just thought the song was nice, but after listening to Teacher Lilac's story, they went to listen to the song again, but not only did they feel nice.

Every sentence and every paragraph in the lyrics, like a picture, generally appears in the minds of the audience, bringing them more touching and sad.

Luminous in the lounge, his hands crossed on his chest, leaning on the sofa, his eyes narrowed, his thoughts didn't know where the dance was.

Many sentimental girls on the scene have already witnessed the rain and tears.

In front of the TV, countless viewers listened to the song.

Or silence, or sadness, or gently wipe the corners of the eyes.

On this day, countless viewers watching the strongest programs in front of the TV set left tears for an unfamiliar mountain village teacher.

Emotions are contagious.

Dutang Village.

The old stubborn head stood in front of an old black-and-white TV set, and the old tears ran across.

"Girl, did you hear it? Did you hear it!"

"You hear, your favorite celebrity is singing your song, have you heard it? Ooooo..."

This night, if you walk into Dutang Village, weeping can be heard everywhere.

After a song was sung, someone on the judges spoke.

"Program team, some of our judges in the front may have made a mistake."

"We want to vote again!"