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On a summer morning, the sun shines between the rice paddies and the lotus pond. Cheng Daodao is a young man living in the countryside, he is strong and loves nature. In the 60s, China was busy with rice planting and weeding, but the lotus flowers next to the lotus pond seemed quiet and quiet.

Cheng Daodao took a basket of empty bamboos and came to the lotus pond. In this season, the lotus seeds in the lotus pond are ripe, and it is a good time to pick them.

Cheng Daodao saw an old man standing on the shore, the old man was a thin man, with blue cloth clothes and a red belt around his waist. He greeted Cheng Daodao with a smile: "Young man, are you here to pick lotus seeds?"

Cheng Daodao responded enthusiastically: "Yes, uncle." I saw that the lotus seeds in the lotus pond were ripe, and I was about to pick a basket to go back. The

old man nodded, and said earnestly, "Picking lotus seeds is not such a simple matter. You have to choose the basket well, be careful not to damage the lotus, and be careful of the mud in the lotus pond.

Cheng Daodao nodded in understanding, and then carefully observed the lotus seeds in the lotus pond. He picked out a sturdy basket and carefully entered the lotus pond.

"Uncle, the mud here is so deep!" Cheng Daodao carefully stepped on the lotus root, for fear of accidentally falling into it.

The old man smiled and said, "Yes, the mud under this lotus pond is very deep, so you have to be careful." Back then, I was also a young man like you, and I picked lotus seeds.

Cheng Daodao asked in surprise: "Really?" Uncle, you also picked lotus seeds when you were young? The

old man nodded, his eyes full of memories: "Yes." In the 60s, my friends and I used to come here to pick lotus seeds, and at that time we would sing songs and pick lotus seeds.

Cheng Daodao was fascinated by what he heard and asked, "Uncle, can you sing me a song of the lotus flower you sang back then?"

The old man happily agreed, he cleared his throat, and sang the song that was once all the rage:

"The lotus flower falls, the lotus pickers are sprinkled, look up at the bright moon, bow their heads and think of their hometown...

Cheng Daodao listened to the old man's singing, as if he had traveled to the past, imagining the scene of the young people of that era happily picking lotus seeds in the lotus pond. He said to the old man, "Uncle, you sing so beautifully, this song is so beautiful!" The

old man smiled and patted Cheng Daodao's shoulder: "Thank you for the compliment." You can also sing, and it will be a good memory to pick lotus seeds and sing with your friends in the future.

Cheng Daodao nodded, his heart full of emotion. He realized that this lotus pond is not only a place to pick lotus seeds, but also a place that carries the memories and emotions of a generation.

From that day on, Cheng Daoguo often came to the lotus pond to pick lotus seeds. He and his friends laughed and picked while singing the classic lotus fall. This lotus pond has become a paradise for their happiness, and it has also become a bond of friendship and memory.

This is the end of the story. The lotus pond lotus picking in the 60s witnessed the youth of Cheng Daodao and his friends, and also made them experience the beauty and touching of life. The existence of this lotus pond will forever become an indelible memory in their hearts.

One evening, Cheng Daodao came to the lotus pond alone, ready to pick some lotus seeds. He noticed that the old man he had spoken to was also here, but this time the old man seemed a little sad.

Cheng Daodao asked with concern: "Uncle, why are you here alone?" What's upset? The

old man sighed and replied, "Alas, I have often come to this lotus pond these days to miss the old days. Unfortunately, my generation is getting old, and young people are less willing to come to pick lotus seeds, and this lotus pond is gradually forgotten.

Cheng Daodao understood the old man's feelings and said comfortingly: "Uncle, please don't be sad. Although the interests of young people have changed, the beauty and history of this lotus pond are eternal. I will continue to come here and introduce this wonderful place to my friends, so that more people can understand and cherish the traditions and stories here. When the

old man heard this, a pleased smile appeared on his face: "Young man, you are really a good boy. With young people like you, our generation is relieved. I hope you can continue to pass it on and let the beauty of this lotus pond last forever.

Cheng Daodao nodded solemnly: "Uncle, I will do my best." The

two of them began to pick lotus seeds together, chatting about the past while picking them. The old man told the story of his youth, which made Cheng Daodao feel the history and significance of this lotus pond even more.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the lotus leaves swayed gently in the wind. Cheng Daoguo suddenly burst into inspiration, and he said to the old man: "Uncle, can you sing the lotus fall of the year again?" I want to record it so that more people can hear your melodious singing. The

old man smiled a little shyly: "This, I'm afraid I can't sing very well."

Cheng Daodao said firmly: "Uncle, your singing voice is so beautiful, it will definitely touch many people." The

old man was moved by Cheng Daoguo's persistence, and he gradually showed his face and began to sing the lotus fall. This time, Cheng Daodao took out his mobile phone and carefully recorded the old man's moving singing.

As the song ended, the old man looked at Cheng Daodao's mobile phone and couldn't help but say with emotion: "Time flies, and when I was young, I never thought that my singing voice would be recorded and transmitted. Technology is amazing now.

Cheng Daodao said with a smile: "Yes, today's technology allows us to better inherit and share beautiful things." I will upload the songs you sing and the story of this lotus pond to the Internet, so that more people can know and understand. The

old man nodded with emotion: "Okay, since you are so insistent, then I will believe you once."

Cheng Daodao thanked him happily, and then quietly made a wish, hoping that this recording could become a precious memory, so that more people could feel the beauty of this lotus pond and the emotions of that era.

Since then, Cheng Daodao has uploaded this story about Liantang and the old man's singing voice to the Internet. This small act has resonated with many people, and it has also allowed more people to walk into this forgotten lotus pond and get to know those who used to pick lotus seeds by the lotus pond, sing and laugh in their youth.

This story tells us that although times change, history and tradition are worth passing on. Through memories and stories, we are able to connect the past and the present, so that the good can be passed on forever.

A few weeks later, Cheng Daodao unexpectedly found a special report on Liantang on the Internet. The report tells the story of the old man and is accompanied by a recording of him singing the Lotus Fall. What surprised Cheng Daodao even more was that this report attracted a lot of attention, and many people came to visit this lotus pond.