1982: from the First Year of the Spring Festival Gala

At eight o'clock on New Year's Eve, more than a billion people are waiting in front of the TV, waiting for the words "Happy New Year". No one remembers what the first session was like. In 1983, in a dilapidated hall with no color, dozens of people were surrounded by black and white monitors. They were so poor that they all had bright eyes. Lin Yue was there. The person who moved the line was nameless and he was nineteen years old that year. In fact, he came back after forty years. On New Year's Eve when he turned sixty, he fell on the broadcasting table. The program did not stop for a second, and no one knew that a person was lying down backstage. The microphone whistled, and he could tell the root of the problem. If the audience wants to request a song and gives him four phones, he can bring the whole country's New Year's Eve into this small room. The poorest class is also the best class. This time, he didn't want to hide in the wall anymore. The people behind the scenes should also have names.