Live Huaxia: Opening dialogue with an emperor through the ages

however.

When the whole picture scroll is completely reflected in reality, as far as the eye can see, it is no longer the grand occasion of the past, and only a bleak decay remains.

Qingming is still Qingming.

Bianjing is already an abandoned capital.

In the eyes of countless viewers, the contrast between the prosperous and prosperous Bianjing, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty in the past, and the decaying and abandoned capital of today is really unacceptable, and it is inevitable to feel depressed.

under the lens.

At this time, Gao Yang was dressed in black and was walking on the avenue with some potholes.

As far as I can see, the wine and meat of Zhumen smell bad, and there are frozen bones on the road.

Among the Song people whose country was ruined and their families were destroyed, some people stood on the side of the road with empty eyes, like weeds on a wheat field, fending for themselves.

Some people prostrated themselves on the ground and became beggars, greedily looking for the rotten food, living like a dog.

More people, expressionless, lowered their heads, like puppets, coming and going, but could not feel a trace of fireworks.

There was always an indelible imprint on their bodies, which made them unable to lift their heads.

subjugated slave...

In the muddy sewage of the street, a leftover fish breathed heavily with its mouth wide open.

Right at this moment.

"Go away!!!"

Dust was flying, and a roar roared.

"Go away, drive!!!"

With the sound of horseshoes, the Jinmen, who were invaders, passed by arrogantly, waving the whip in their hands wantonly, and lashed at the people who were fleeing in a panic.

For all Song people, there is no taboo against killing, robbing, and insulting them.

The street was in chaos, Gao Yang's fists were also clenched, and the endless sharpness in his eyes was suppressed.

this moment.

But in the crowd, a young man in plain clothes was watching all this angrily.

There was thunder in his eyes, and anger was in his chest.

He is young, handsome, ambitious, and talented. Looking around in his eyes is not desolation, but humiliation.

His back is straight.

His eyebrows are as sharp as a sword.

His person was walking by the side of the road, but people couldn't help but look at him more, but there was no dust on his clothes.

"Xin Qiji!"

"The young Xin Qiji is so chivalrous and courageous!"

"Hey, how humiliating and oppressive it is to live in such an environment, return to my rivers and mountains, return to my rivers and mountains."

under the lens.

As the arcs intersected, the gazes of Gao Yang and Xin Qiji collided across the dusty street.

this moment.

They all saw the same humiliation and anger in each other's eyes.

The same Chinese national spirit has not changed since ancient times.

However, just when Xin Qiji wanted to take a closer look at Gao Yang, the old voice of his grandfather Xin Zan sounded from behind him.

"Tanfu, what are you looking at, let's go."

Hearing this, Xin Qiji couldn't help but respond, after walking three or four steps, when he turned his head again, Gao Yang was no longer where he was.

A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he faintly felt that the other party was inexplicably familiar.

under the lens.

Following the perspective of Xin Zan and Xin Qiji, a pair of grandparents, they gradually came to the former solemn palace in the abandoned capital of Bianjing.

Above the Ningbi Pool, the pavilions and pavilions are gone, and there are only broken walls and ruins left, crumbling here and there, in a mess. Only those scattered among the weeds and rubble can see a little afterimage of the original luxurious palace.

Whoever said it was, the orchestra condensed on the blue pool, remembering that Fengyue worried about Lennon at that time.Cuihua is far away, but the grass and trees in the south of the Yangtze River are locked in the deep palace.

at this time.

I saw a disheveled beggar kneeling on a collapsed palace wall, still muttering in a feminine voice.

"Officials, this servant greets you."

"Today is Qingming, and the queen is waiting outside."

However, there was no one in front of him, as if he was talking to the air.

Those eyes that lost their luster were full of madness.

During the Ching Ming Festival, the spring breeze seems to be so desolate, and the sun doesn't see the sun, but this crazy eunuch, who is still alive, seems to be still immersed in the old dream of the past.

Seeing this scene, Xin Qiji's eyes trembled, and his breathing became short of breath. He felt as if a huge boulder weighed on his heart, and his powerful five fingers creaked tightly.

On the other hand, Xin Zan seemed to be accustomed to this, and sighed.

"That was Eunuch Li who used to be in the palace. After the Jingkang disaster, he went crazy and became a lonely ghost among the ruins."

As he spoke, he seemed to think of himself, and then he said in a self-deprecating manner.

"Actually, grandpa, why am I not? To be a dog under this man-eating barbarian is ashamed of the ancestors of the Xin family."

Hearing this, Xin Qiji also lowered his head.

He knew very well that if it wasn't for his family, why would Grandpa have to compromise and be willing to be an official under Jin Ren.

He also understood that in his grandfather's heart, he never forgot the wish to recover the lost land.

At this moment, Xin Zan patted him on the shoulder, stretched out his finger to the broken wall in front of him, and told Xin Qiji about the splendor and grandeur of the Northern Song Palace, and what he saw and heard when he was an official in the court.

I only hate that this kind of scenery is originally my home, but now I am a guest!
Speaking of emotion, the aged Xin Zan also said to Xin Qiji with his eyes flushed and his body trembling.

"The enmity against Jingkang is irreconcilable, and the hatred for the subjugation of the country, how can we forget it!"

"Tanfu, grandpa wants you to remember this, don't forget!"

As soon as this word comes out.

Countless viewers' eyes were red, and they were all filled with grief and indignation.

Among them, many people saw the ruins of the Northern Song Dynasty Palace, and they all thought of a site that still stands on the land of China, the Old Summer Palace.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo(yee !"

"Don't talk about it, the Old Summer Palace will always be a deep-rooted scar in Huaxia's heart, and it will always be engraved in my heart!"

"My God, when it comes to the Old Summer Palace, I feel distressed. It is the culmination of 5000 years of garden art in China, and it can be called the pinnacle of oriental fantasy architecture. Unfortunately, we can only see it in old photos. Charming."

"Foreigners are torched, poor scorched earth!"

"I only hate why Huaxia couldn't wake up 300 years earlier!!!"

"Always remember, on that day, two robbers broke into the Old Summer Palace, one named Yingjili and the other named French, I will never forget it!"

At this moment, almost all the children of Huaxia felt the same surge of passion as Xin Qiji on the screen at this moment.

"Keep in mind the history, don't forget the national humiliation!!!"

"Don't forget the national humiliation, the alarm bell is ringing!!!"

"If you fall behind, you will be beaten, we should be strong!!!
"Even if, in another 100 years, 1000 years, 1 years, the people of Huaxia will never forget the national humiliation and strive for self-improvement!"

Inside the station.

Seeing this scene, Director Lin also felt his scalp go numb, and even in middle age, he still felt his heart burning.

"I think this is one of the reasons why we study history."

"It's a pity that most of the time, people just see history as the story of the past and don't learn from it."

Hearing this, Director Xue on the side also sighed.

"Yes, the people of Qin have no time to mourn for themselves, but later generations mourned, and later generations mourned without warning, which also made future generations mourn future generations again."

"In the history of China, no number of dynasties ended like this."

Having said that, everyone is increasingly aware of the importance of the warning function of history.

Whether it is Xin Qiji more than 800 years ago, or today's Chinese audiences, facing the ruins of the former glory, they all have the same national emotion in their hearts.

Don't forget the national humiliation, revitalize China!

In the picture, during the Ching Ming Festival, nostalgia for the past hurts the present.

Facing Xin Zan with burning eyes, Xin Qiji firmly swore an oath.

"In the future, the boy will live up to the name of abandoning illness, like the Han general Huo Qubing, and regain the old mountains and rivers!"

"Born as a Song official, and died as a Song ghost!"

This word is firm and firm, and I swear.