"This song, 'Heaven,' will bring countless sentimental people to tears. Every one of us has a home. Like a warm current, this song brings joy and beautiful memories. No matter where we go, the moment we think of home, we feel incomparably warm and happy. Let us work together in our different places and positions to make our home—our country—better and stronger!"
"Ye Chen's 'Heaven' not only let us hear the beauty of the Inner Mongolian grasslands and their peaceful, carefree way of life, but also the deep love they held for their hometown. Ye Chen truly sang this song like a beautiful painting."
"The sense of immersion is so strong—I've already lowered my head and prepared to eat grass."
"Why are you all looking at me? Eat grass!"
"Go on, eat. Eat more—eat my share too."
"Hurry up and eat. I'm getting ready to milk the cows."
"Hurry up and milk them. I'll go get a bucket."
"Hurry up and milk the cows. I'm ready to boil milk tea."
"Classic conversation."
"Are you sure they're female?"
"My body is at a barbershop in the south, but my heart is on the grasslands eating grass."
"Go eat somewhere else. Don't interrupt me while I'm taking a dump."
"You all keep eating grass. I want to eat a pure white sheep."
"This is the ceiling. Ordinary singers can't sing this."
"Singers from Class Two can't either."
"No class can."
"I really loved the Mongolian at the end."
"That was the Grassland Wolf King, Xiaotian, howling."
"I got goosebumps."
"It was so refreshing. That one shout felt like all the water that had been sitting in my brain these past years was poured right out. I feel energized too!"
"You don't believe it? Your sentence made me realize how shallow my knowledge