"Surpassing the mountains!"
"Crossing the plains!"
"Crossing the turbulent Yellow River and Yangtze River!"
"..."
Every word.
It strikes the hearts of the people, those present and watching the live broadcast, those who can sing all joined in, even if they are not musically talented, even if their voices are weak, even if they are alone in a small rental house.
But the emotion.
At this moment, it's all the same.
That heart.
Is as red as the colors on the national flag.
Raise the national flag.
Play the national anthem.
"When the bright five-star red flag flies high, vibrant fireworks display the ancient Huaxia's most brilliant expressions, this night belongs to the soaring Huaxia, this joy belongs to the Olympic Beijing."
At this time.
The entire Olympic Village sky is shining with a riot of colors.
"Wow wow wow!"
"Even prettier than real fireworks."
"Of course."
"More patterns."
"The sound is exactly like the real thing."
