C55 8th Aug 2008

By August, The topic of the Olympic Games was like a wonderful wind, blowing quietly in Dai Village, and then it got out of hand.

An unusual atmosphere began to spread from every corner of Dai Village. Even the air in Dai Village was filled with the smell of the Olympic Games. The soil also grew branches of the Olympic Games. The waves of the Olympic Games were everywhere, lasting for a long time. It was as if the reverse clock in front of the National Museum was standing in front of people, and everyone was counting the final time of the Olympic Games in their hearts.

From the successful application of the Beijing Olympic Games to the current seven years, The Beijing Olympic Games had become a kind of spirit in the hearts of the people. It was not just a sport. The unyielding spirit, the strength of unity, gave everyone a sense of pride. A sense of honor. These were the true meaning and value behind ordinary sports. This was especially true for the people of the country. The Beijing Olympic Games activated the spiritual belief of a part of the people of an era and also affected the traditional culture of China. To be frank, This Olympic spirit stimulated everyone's passion and dreams, stimulating the growth of countless people. Changes. They waited eagerly for this.

To say it was humanities, technology, and green Olympic Games, sometimes it would be more accurate to say it was "National Olympic Games. "

Some of the ordinary citizens of Dai did not know the specific meaning of the Olympic Games. In August, In terms of the atmosphere that was built up by Dai Village, it made them realize that it was a good thing. Something worth spreading and something to be proud of. That was why they told everyone they met. They shared the latest news they heard from others with others. For example: "Yo, the Olympic Games are about to start. The capital is very lively now. " "Mengla is also bustling. Look. Red banners are hung everywhere, with big slogans! Welcome to the Olympics!" "They are transmitting torches. They are only waiting for the holy flame on the torch to arrive in Beijing. " "How does he feel? I'm really excited to have caught up to such a good time. Who can turn a blind eye to it? If I could see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have any regrets even if I died. " When people met, they couldn't help but use such words to express their feelings. No one knew the exact reason why they were happy. People only knew that it was time to be happy, so it was hard for them to have any other reactions. It was as if they were hungry and had to pick up their utensils. It was the same principle when one felt tired and had to rest on the table. This place should also have the same mood.

On the eve of the Olympics, on a certain day in August. From Jinghong City to Mengla County's television station reporters. For the first time, they came to the faraway Dai village under Mengla County and walked into the Dai village's high hurdle wooden house. He came into close contact with the small village surrounded by Qingxi. The reporters were not unfamiliar with the homes of the Dai village. The roofs of the houses were arranged in a disorderly manner. They were hidden in the shrubs. Smoke was curling up from the jungle in the tropical forest. The red narrow path was bottomless. The stream was flowing. The solid cloud seemed to have never moved in the corner of the sky.

When a female reporter asked an old man from Dai Village, "What do you think the purpose of the Olympic Games is?" The old man honestly shook his head and kept shaking his dry hands. He looked at the sky of Dai Village and began to think. The white cloud was still in the corner of the sky. . . The old man didn't know what the significance of the Olympic Games was. For a moment, he couldn't reply to the female reporter. However, He was also questioning himself in his heart. What was the meaning of this event? What was the meaning of such a grand event?

First, judging from the expressions of everyone he saw, This was a major event that involved many people, different races, and different fields. Unlike those bad, dark events, he could see the positive, positive, and glorious light in everyone's eyes. This point was enough to explain the problem.

A camera was recording the situation at the scene. The old man's turbid eyes were especially obvious in the camera. The old man was also in the camera frame with a scarf wrapped around his head.

A strand of the female reporter's hair covered the corners of her eyes. She tidied her hair and took the microphone to her mouth. The old man's reply caught her off guard. She imagined the time passing by and the real-time images recorded by the cameras were transmitted to the television station. It was very likely that it would appear in front of the audience in front of the television. She quickly thought of how to phrase it. Just as she thought of an idea. . . To break the deadlock by smiling and wanting to say something. . . The old man had already turned his gaze back, as if he had something to say.

The female reporter was overjoyed. She looked at the old man gratefully and immediately handed the microphone back.

The old man's tone was as slow as the afternoon sunlight. "I can hear the voice from the bottom of my heart. The voices from the surroundings, the shouts of the people. I can also feel. . . The emotions of the people around him and the people of Dai Village were united in one heart. The people outside of Dai Village were united. Everyone cheered for the Olympic Games, even an old man like me can understand one of the responsibilities. One part of pride and one part of sustenance. I think. . . This is the meaning of what you said, reporter? This is the meaning of organizing the Olympic Games in my eyes. "

The female reporter's hand that was holding the microphone trembled. Her eyes were filled with post-apocalyptic colors, and she kept nodding her head in agreement. The other reporters also held their breaths. Some of them even used their hands to cover their mouths.

"Yes, yes. What you said was very interesting. " The female reporter took back her microphone, and her mood improved very obviously. She should be a newbie. She said: "A responsibility, a pride, and a sustenance. This is the meaning of the Beijing Olympic Games for every one of us, for each individual. 2008"

The female reporter shifted her gaze back to the camera's lens, and the camera let out a subtle sound of an electric current. She excitedly made a final statement. She drew the end of the special program that was going deep into Dai Village. "The hundred-year Olympic dream is coming true today. We can finally proudly say "Beijing welcomes you" to others! On this day of national celebration, At the end of the program, let us listen to this song, Beijing welcomes you. "

Welcome to another dawn, bringing with you new air.

The song came from the old black and white television. Tao Huizhen felt that the female reporter with thin eyebrows on the television just now. . . She was probably very grateful for the reply of the old man from Dai Village. There were undetectable tears at the corners of her eyes. The old man's reply added to the glory of her program. It increased the level of her show. It allowed her to retain a deep mark in her career as a reporter.

The old man in the television program was Elder Li. A few days ago, the reporters came to Da Tea Village. After recording the program, the program reappeared on the television. It felt very strange. At that time, Tao Huizhen was also present. The current Tao Huizhen. . . The students and teachers of Big Tea Village Primary School were clustered around her as they watched the tiny dots of light on the television. Behind her and the children. . . Under the gradually darkening light, the silent crowd lined up in a row in the distance. The people in front were squatting and sitting. The people behind were standing and looking at them.

The person standing at the back could barely see a little white light from the television, but they were happy to see it. Excitement.

Tonight, almost all the people in Da Tea Village came out. The village elder moved his own television to the entrance of the village. This was the only television in the Great Tea Village. As night fell, At the entrance of the Great Tea Village, men and women, old and young, gathered in front of a faint light, quietly listening to the sound. Looking at the scene of the light source, their appearance. . . It was like a sketch of a generation's Great Tea Village with only bright and dark colors.

It was the night of August 8th, 2008. The figures of the people of the tea village who were highlighted in bright and dark colors. . . They were waiting for the opening broadcast of the Beijing Olympic Games to be broadcasted with incomparable excitement. Tao Huizhen's face was illuminated by the television. Her body, however, merged with the places that the television could not reach. She saw that the children's expressions were very bright. The village in the distance was in the shadows at night. She saw that far away, the stream was glowing with white light. The bamboo forest was hidden in the darkness. This was the details of the sketch.

At eight o'clock, at the end of the night sky, there was a glimmer of light. A weak and distant voice entered Tao Huizhen's ears. It was probably someone in the county setting off fireworks. At this moment, she noticed that Dao Xiaotong, who was combing her braided hair, was staring intently at the tiny, invisible fireworks at the end of the night sky. Her expression was filled with desire.