Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

The host walked onto the stage and stopped Li Moer. Seeing Li Moer's puzzled look, she smiled and pulled Li Moer back onto the stage.

Standing in the center of the stage, the host said, "Student Li Moer, your performance just now was truly wonderful. On behalf of the students, I would like to ask you two small questions. Is that okay?"

Moer said, "Well, you ask." The host said, "Excuse me, Li Moer, did you compose that piece of music?"

Mo'er said, "Yes, I composed it." The host repeated, "'Swords Like Dreams'—what a great name, what a great song. Does the general idea of ​​the song describe the story of an ancient chivalrous warrior taking revenge? Because when I heard you play it, that image popped into my mind."

Mo'er said, "Yes, you guessed right." The host then asked, "Excuse me, have you written the lyrics for this song?" Mo'er said, "Not yet, but I have an idea and I think it will be soon."

The host asked, "Ms. Li Moer, you're a great songwriter and composer, and even a singer. Why did you choose to major in cultural relics appraisal instead of a school specializing in songwriting or singing?"

Moer said, "Because I love antiques. From them, I see the thoughts of ancient artisans, their skills, their heritage, and the crystallization of their wisdom. I want to pass on their hard work so that future generations can also understand our 5,000-year-old Chinese culture, the thoughts of artisans, and the cultural heritage of various dynasties." The audience erupted in applause and cheers. The host then asked, "Mr. Li Moer, since you chose this major, will we still be able to hear your songs in the future?"

Moer said: "Of course, songwriting is also my hobby. I also like to write what I see and hear in life, as well as the ups and downs of life, into songs."

The host then asked, "How did you become the deputy leader at the age of 18?"

Mo Er said, "This is a military secret and cannot be disclosed! Okay, I've taken up enough of your time. If you still have questions, let's talk privately when we have a chance."

The host had no choice but to say, "Well, I still have a lot of questions for you. I guess we'll have to wait until next time."

After Li Moer left the stage, the performances continued. However, the subsequent performances failed to excite the students, and the applause was sparse. By nine o'clock in the evening, all the performances had concluded. The host declared the welcome party officially over. The students, still unsatisfied, headed back to their dormitories, their only topic of discussion being Li Moer and her song, "Swords Like Dreams!"

Arriving at the dormitory, Wang Cuicui couldn't wait to ask Li Mo'er, "Mo'er, have you written the lyrics for 'Swords Like Dreams'? Can you sing it for us? I love this song and this melody! I love it to the core!"

Mo'er said, "It's too late now. I'll sing it to you someday when we go out for fun."

Wang Cuicui had no choice but to give up, and then the four of them started discussing the various programs for tonight: this person was handsome, that person sang well, this person danced beautifully, etc. They didn't fall asleep until almost eleven o'clock.

The next day, it snowed lightly, but that didn't stop the students from going to military training. Early in the morning, after breakfast, the students gathered on the playground. Then they saw more than 20 soldiers in army green walking over.

An officer who should be the battalion commander gave a speech to the soldiers. Ten minutes later, the soldiers trotted to the front of each class.

The soldier who ran to the front of Moer's class was about to speak when he saw Li Moer in his uniform. He trotted over to Li Moer, saluted, and said, "Commander, I am Deng Jie, a soldier from the First Regiment, Third Brigade, Second Army Division, reporting to you. Please give me your instructions."

The students were all confused. What was going on? The instructor saluted the students and asked for instructions.