These days, TV stations don’t have as many programs as radio stations.

The radio station starts at 5 o'clock in the morning and continues to broadcast until the early morning of the next day, almost 24 hours a day. The "Small Speaker Starts Broadcasting" program is called "Small Speaker" and has been around since the 1950s.

The Central People's Broadcasting Station building is still brightly lit at night.

In the corridor, an announcer pestered the program director relentlessly and said, "Why can't you tell me the name? How can you not introduce the singer? Such a beautiful song should be known to the whole country!"

"Instructions from above, no need to ask anymore!"

"If the identity of the singer is sensitive, then the song should not be broadcast. If it is broadcast, why should it be hidden?" "Oh, I don't know. Anyway, if you ask me like this, I will follow it.

The system punished me!" "Humph!"

Being able to enter this kind of unit these days has something to do with it. The announcer was not afraid and said: "A good song is wasted in vain. Do you know how rich the emotions it expresses? The sadness of a wanderer's homesickness, sighing

, the feeling of striving with dreams in mind..."

"Okay, okay, it's almost time for your show, go quickly!"

The director wiped his sweat. This announcer is the daughter of an old chief. She has a common problem among young people nowadays. She has a strong bourgeois atmosphere and loves literature and art. The announcer entered the studio and waited until half past eight for the program to start.

The cultural program is 45 minutes a day, different seven days a week, including literature, folk arts, music, etc. Today is a music topic. She opened the show and played the song "Please Come to the Ends of the World": "Please Come to the Ends of the World, There are Four Seasons Here

Spring is always here, and the spring breeze is warm on Hainan Island."

Through the song released last year, many people got to know the ends of the earth in Hainan for the first time. After playing this song, another song "My Chinese Heart" came.

After this song made a stunning debut in the Spring Festival Gala, the radio station had been wanting to play it, but was prevaricated by the Ministry of Culture. It waited until the tape of "Spring Festival Gala Golden Songs" was released before starting to play it. Then it was played for 7 months, and there were still a large number of letters from viewers requesting it.

"It sounds great, but I still get a headache after listening to it for seven months."

The announcer hummed in her heart. She had channels to get some Hong Kong and Taiwan music, but she couldn't play it in the program. Nowadays, domestic music production is as slow as film production. Not many new songs are released every year, and the quality is also uneven.

So she particularly liked the new song she got.

The lyrics are touching, the melody is good, and the emotions are deep, but there is no name of the singer.

Unconsciously, it was halfway through the program, and she was watching the time. She became energetic and said: "Recently, we have received some letters from listeners, saying that they always play the same songs. Are there any new works?

So today I will play a new song for you, called "365 Miles", which expresses the homesickness of wanderers. Please enjoy it slowly..." The leader did not give the singer a name, so she had no choice but not to introduce it.

"It's quite cold today!"

"Come in and stay warm, there are good things!" "What good things?"

In a large factory, a comrade from the security department who patrolled at night entered the reception room at the entrance, took down the Type 56 rifle, took a large enamel jar, and looked inside: "Hey, Camellia oleifera!"

"Where are the stove fruits? Lao Zhangtou, you can do it. You eat Xiao Zao every night, right?" "I have no children, what's wrong if I eat some stove fruits? Are you going to sue me?"

"I don't dare, you are senior!"

Lao Zhang snorted, holding a cigarette and crossing his legs, looking like a working class man.

The electric box on the table is talking about something. Drinking some oil tea and eating some snacks on a winter night is the best thing. This stove fruit is an old-fashioned snack in Northeast China. It doesn't seem to be found in other places. It was eaten by everyone in the past.

The two of them were eating and chatting.

Speaking of cracking down hard, another gangster was found somewhere. He was too poor to get a wife, so he could only take advantage of the neighbor's wife. He was just killed yesterday...

·"365 Miles", please enjoy it slowly!"

As he was talking, a melody suddenly came from the electronic box. It was a completely different feeling from the main melody music in China, followed by a voice singing: "The sleepy stars cannot stop my journey..."

"Eh? This song is nice!"

"What does it sound like? Turn it off, turn it off!"

"Listen, listen, you old man always argue with me!

The young comrade from the security department stopped Lao Zhangtou and listened to the electronic box singing: "Pursuing my dream with full passion, spending three hundred and sixty-five days every year..."

In this era, it is easy to distinguish mainland songs.

They are all about big concepts, motherland, mother, mountains and seas, hope for the future, unity and friendship, these are all. Even the emotions expressed by individuals are also expressions of love for these big concepts.

So as soon as this young man heard "Pursue My Dream", he was immediately attracted.

"Three hundred and sixty-five miles, through spring, summer, autumn and winter, three hundred and sixty-five miles, how can we let it be wasted!"

"Three hundred and sixty-five miles, from my hometown to a foreign land. Three hundred and sixty-five miles, from my youth to my old age!"

Own house.

Huang Yihe stayed up late at night, racking his brains to plan the Spring Festival Gala. Suddenly, he was startled, and was also attracted by the singing on the radio. He listened to a few words, even threw away the pen, and waited for the song to be finished. His excitement was palpable.

"This song is so good!"

"I'm struggling outside alone, missing my hometown. The singing is good, the writing is better, and the theme is great. It's perfect for the Spring Festival Gala!"

Huang Yihe wished he could run to Yangguang immediately and ask what happened to this song, but he frowned again: Who sang it? Why didn't he name the singer?

There are many idle people at night

Before television became widely available, listening to the radio was the greatest pleasure. On this winter night, millions of people heard the song "365 Miles". This was the 1980s!

It was a time when literary and artistic works were most popular, but everyone liked everything, let alone good stuff. After the song was played, many people had already torn up their stationery and couldn't wait to write letters to Yang Guang. Those who could make a phone call directly.

"The song you played just now is really nice. Is it called "365 Miles"?"

"Oh, then who is the singer...what? You don't know, how can there be such a thing?"

"Who asked you to play a song? Taiwan Affairs Office, that's fine.

China Youth Daily’s family home.

Yu Jiajia yawned, turned off the radio, and cursed: "I work overtime for free, and I won't be paid a dime. I'm still being assigned work in Hong Kong. Where can I reason?"

After scolding a certain heartless guy, she obediently spread out the paper and wrote a press release as an ordinary listener who happened to be a reporter.

If it were in later generations, it would definitely be a shock to people who read "Who is he? The mysterious singer moved the capital overnight"
Chapter completed!