The song "Prose Poems Written by My Father" was written by Dong Fangyu and composed and sung by singer Xu Fei.

In addition to the original version, this song also has a widely-known version, which was adapted and covered by Li Jian on the "Singer" program.

The difference between the two versions is that one is from the girl's perspective of missing and feeling sorry for her father, and the expression of emotions is direct and passionate; the other is that as a father himself, he realizes the difficulties, sadness and forbearance of his father.

On Jiangsu TV's Spring Festival Gala, Ye Zhiqiu chose to sing the latter.

At this moment, the stage was different from the previous shows with all kinds of high-tech and gorgeous arrangements. There was only an ordinary chair standing quietly in the center of the stage.

When Ye Zhiqiu, wearing a simple beige sweater and carrying a wooden guitar on his back, walked out and sat on the chair, netizens in the live broadcast room flooded the screen with comments.

"coming!"

"Ye Zhiqiu's new song!"

“I’ve been waiting for this show tonight!”

"Hahaha, I was originally looking forward to it, but when I think about the look of the duet with Yu Caiwei just now, I feel a little overwhelmed."

"Damn, he's so handsome now, it's a bit hard to associate him with the cross-dressing guy just now."

"This show shouldn't be a monster anymore, right?"

"It looks like he's playing the guitar and singing by himself?"

"Based on experience, the simpler the stage, the more likely Ye Zhiqiu will use his ultimate moves."

"No, I haven't recovered from the power of the skit "We're Not Short of Money" just now. I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt..."

At this time, in an apartment in Australia, Lin Yang and his roommate were sitting in front of the computer, and he was talking on the phone with his family.

"Dad? I ate! I just finished. Have you guys eaten?"

"In the dormitory, watching the Spring Festival Gala with my classmates!"

"No... not the main station. There was a hilarious skit on Jiangsu TV just now. I'll send it to you on WeChat later. You can take a look too!"

"I have money, enough for you to use! I have enough money to live on when I work there!"

"Yeah okay... got it... got it!"

"Hang up, bye!"

Putting down the phone, Lin Yang looked back at the computer screen, but the smile on his face faded a lot.

Every festival makes people miss their families more. During the Spring Festival, when those who are away from home hear the voices of their families, they will always feel homesick.

At the side, his roommate glanced at his profile and said, "Are you missing home?"

"Go back if you want to. It's been almost a year since you went back, right? That's long enough."

Lin Yang took a deep breath and smiled bitterly: "It was fine at first, but when I heard my dad's voice, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable."

"I was originally planning to go back, but my parents said the airfare was too expensive and told me not to bother. I didn't insist, and now I regret it a little bit."

"Let's go back after the New Year. It's time to go back..."

The roommate nodded and said nothing more, and they both turned their gaze back to the screen.

On the stage, the lights dimmed, and a warm yellow light shone on Ye Zhiqiu.

The camera zooms in, Ye Zhiqiu holds a guitar with his eyes slightly lowered. After a prelude as gentle as a stream, his soft and peaceful singing voice sounds.

[1984 The crops have not yet been harvested

My son is sleeping so sweetly in my arms

I don't have time to watch the outdoor movie tonight.

My wife reminded me to fix the pedal of the sewing machine.

Tomorrow I'm going to borrow some more money from my neighbor.

The child cried all day and asked for cookies.

The blue polyester shirt makes the pain drill into my heart

I squatted by the pond and punched myself twice...】

The gentle singing gradually calmed down the mood of many audience members...

The lyrics of this song may not be that touching to some very young audiences, but for some audiences, they will evoke many images hidden in their memories.

Lin Yang is one of them. He was born in the 90s. His family was poor when he was a child. Before junior high school, he spent his childhood in the countryside.

At that time, although there were gas tanks in the village, every household was still accustomed to cooking with firewood.

There was an old-fashioned sewing machine at home. The needle flew under my mother's feet and the torn pants were mended.

At that time, my family had a rice field. In the summer, I went to help harvest rice for fun. I only remember that I was sweating all over under the scorching sun. After walking a few steps in the field, the ripe rice ears cut my arms with several bloody marks. When I sweated, it was hot, painful and itchy.

When he returned home that time, he had a high fever. His father didn't even have time to eat and quickly carried him to the township health center.

I was in a daze at the time, and I only remember leaning on my father's broad back, and the motorcycle was bumpy on the dirt road...

As he sang, scenes from his childhood seemed to reappear before his eyes, and before he knew it, Lin Yang felt his eyes a little sore.

Looking back now, I realize that during my carefree childhood, there was always a tall figure supporting me...

At this time in the live broadcast room, there were many listeners who felt the same way.

"Oh my god, stop it! I'm going to cry!"

"It's New Year's Day, don't be so tearful..."

“People born in the 80s should be able to relate to the lyrics here the most.”

"I was born in the countryside, and life was so hard back then."

"She was smiling so happily before, but now she can't handle this."

"Ye Zhiqiu: You're laughing, right? I'm going to make you cry now!"

"It's over, it's over. I don't dare to listen to it anymore..."

On the stage, when it came to the chorus, Ye Zhiqiu plucked the strings of the piano.

[This is what my father wrote in his diary

This is his youth, the prose poem that was left behind

Decades later, I shed tears watching

But my father has become as old as a shadow...】

After hearing this, many audience members felt something stuck in their throats and their chests were extremely tight, and they began to wipe away their tears silently.

At this time, the Su Provincial TV Station Building.

Station Director He Feng, Chief Director Kuang Pingzhou and others looked at the data in front of them with excitement.

They have watched the show a long time ago and have become immune to it, so what excites them now is the ratings of the show.

"The ratings broke 4.5%!"

"The number of people watching the live broadcast has exceeded 2000 million!"

"The number is still increasing! Many people from other channels have transferred here!"

“It exploded, it really exploded!”

On the stage, Ye Zhiqiu continued his singing.

[1994 The crops have already been harvested

My old mother passed away last year

My daughter ran into the campus wearing a white shirt

But he has been worried recently and has lost a lot of weight.

Think about the future, I will be old and become a pile of old paper money

My son at that time was already a real man...】

In this song, Ye Zhiqiu did not show off his skills. On the contrary, his singing had a sense of "restraint" from beginning to end.

However, it is this kind of rustic and simple singing that is most touching.

In front of the screen, as the song progressed, more and more audience members reached for tissues.

During the Spring Festival Gala, Ye Zhiqiu's song moved thousands of audiences.