Live Huaxia: Opening dialogue with an emperor through the ages

On the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the lights on Kaiyuan Square are as colorful as a trance, making people feel as if they have fallen into a fairyland. .

The reliefs of the neon clothes and feather coats that come into view are beautiful and magnificent. I think back to the time when Yang Yuhuan danced and captivated the city, and she captivated the country with her waving sleeves.

However, I heard what the roadside tour guide said in my ear, as Tang Xuanzong Li Longji who founded the Kaiyuan prosperity, the romantic emperor of the Tang Dynasty fell in love with his daughter-in-law at the age of 55!

Such an absurd thing also left Liu Bang and Zhang Liang stunned.

Immediately, they also looked like eating melons, not caring about the polite smiles of other tour guides, and continued to follow, listening to all kinds of romantic affairs that have been passed down through the ages during the Kaiyuan period.

In this regard, Gao Yang was also enjoying himself, so as not to waste time explaining himself, he simply appreciated the moving and warm lights and shadows around him.

As their footsteps continued to move forward, the crowd in front of them gradually dispersed.

As far as Liu Bang could see, the faces of the people along the way were full of happy colors, and the strong breath of life made people see all the lights in the world.

And I don't seem to be able to fully understand their feelings. After all, there is a thousand-year gap between them, how can it be easily resolved invisible.

Thinking about it, Liu Bang couldn't help but look at Zhang Liang, Han Xin, Xiao He and the three beside him and found the same melancholy.

As the freshness of all kinds of later things receded, the four of them wandered among the crowds, and the feeling that they did not belong to this era became stronger and stronger.

Perhaps, for them, the prosperity of later generations is just a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water.

Even if you reach out and hold it, it will eventually disappear like wind and sand.

Whether you see it or not, it doesn't matter.

They have their own era, and "[-]" has its own mission.
this moment.

The flickering lights not far away confused everyone's eyes, as if there was a performance going on.

Under the camera, on a high stage not far away, a row of young women in Tang Dynasty clothes are playing, with flowing skirts and ink-dyed hair.They may have a piccolo or a pipa in their hands, and in a sea of ​​lights, they play tunes that fit the atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival like no one else around.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it?"

The singing is lingering, and the sound of the pipa is like a whisper, like a wanderer alone in a foreign land.

Raise your head to look at the moon, and look down at your hometown.

At this moment, whether it was Liu Bang and Zhang Liang, or the audience in front of the live broadcast room, they all became quiet, and an inexplicable nostalgia sprouted in their hearts.

"Sir, do you have any wine?"

Complex emotions emerged in Liu Bang's eyes, and he asked in a deep voice.

Seeing this, Gao Yang also sighed, nodded and said.

"Have."

In this way, the five of them sat on the benches in the square so far away, listening to the eternal sorrow and nostalgia of the song head of the water tune.

On the cold night, under the bright lights, it was much brighter.

Only the bright full moon shines on this ancient capital as always.

"There shouldn't be hatred, what's the matter of longing for goodbye?"

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever and share the joys and joys of thousands of miles..."

Amidst the lingering crimson singing, Liu Bang's expression was in a trance, and his sorrow became more serious after drinking.

It is the throbbing that stimulates the heart.

He also thought of his former hometown, Pei County.

There, he was an incompetent son, the head of a small pavilion in Surabaya, and even turned into a bandit and became a laughing stock.

But there, I also experienced the ignorance and ignorance of my childhood, the arrogance of my youth, the major events of my marriage in adulthood, and the ups and downs of my middle age. I have spent countless springs, summers, autumns and winters.

Even now, when he closes his eyes, he can even smell the smell of wine and meat in Fankui Tavern, hear the neighbors teasing him, and even the widow Cao's every frown and smile...

On the other hand, Zhang Liang's eyes were a little dazed and dazed.

His hometown is the old Yingchuan City.

However, it seems that since he sold all his family property to carry out his great cause of assassinating Qin Dynasty, he completely forgot the place where he grew up.

Until now, it seems to be spent on the go, without a moment's rest.

But is Yingchuan still my home now?
It has always been like this when the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, but he still can't help but think of all the years at that time, and think of the teachers who taught him the rituals, music, riding and archery.

They are probably gone, just like the bright little red lotus in the palace back then.

Flowers are similar, but people are different.

Maybe Zhang Liang himself understood, maybe it wasn't that he forgot his hometown, but he just didn't want to face the desolation in that mansion, and the buildings were empty.

For Han Xin, his hometown is an eternal pain in his heart.

He was like a bird desperately trying to get out of the mud, enduring endless humiliation and torture, and exhausting all his strength to soar into the sky.

In my mind, once I recalled that my mother said before she died that she wanted to leave by herself, to fly, to run, to fight, to live a human life.

At this moment, this tough guy who had never backed down in the bloody battlefield couldn't help but blushed, and drank spirits one after another.

The hot feeling stimulated his throat, but it couldn't counteract the increasingly intense pain in his heart.

Don't go back, he doesn't go back!

He wants to continue flying, just like the legendary bird without feet.

The place where you fall is destined to die in a foreign land.

Seeing this scene, Xiao He also sighed.

Looking at Liu Bang beside him, he also lamented the countless times of life in these years.
experience of death.

Now they have finally worked out a road to prosperity, but they have left their hometown forever. It is fate and helplessness.

After a hundred years, I hope that I can return to my hometown and regain peace.

"Xiao He, I haven't been back for many years."

Liu Bang said with a sigh, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes also deepened a bit.

Hearing this, Xiao He's eyes flashed with uncertainty for a moment, then he shook his head with a wry smile.

"Your Majesty, I'm old and I can't remember clearly. It's probably been six or seven years."

"I heard that Pei County suffered from banditry the year before last, and I don't know that my old house is still there..."

The two whispered about the past, and the bright lights around them could not dispel their deep nostalgia.

The four looked up at the bright moon in the sky, perhaps that was the direction of their hometown, and it was the most beautiful gaze deep in their memory.

When I integrated into that piece of homeland, too many emotions were revealed, too many scenes reappeared, too much sentimentality permeated, and too much joy wandered around.

When I had to get up and say goodbye again, I let go of the tiredness of many years in the homeland of my soul, and entrusted myself with full of dreams and expectations.

Seeing this scene, Gao Yang on the side also saw the deep thoughts in the hearts of the four ancestors
He looked at the rows of high-rise buildings in the distance, and couldn't help but move his eyes.

As the saying goes, when friends come from afar, it is natural to treat each other with courtesy.

Perhaps, I can give them a gift from the Chinese people.

Thinking about it, Gao Yang didn't hesitate at all, and quietly sent a message to Director Xue who was beside him.

Inside the station.

Seeing this, Master Lin also took out a cigarette from his pocket, but he also realized that it was not a place for smoking, so he scattered the cigarette back again.

Looking at the Mid-Autumn Festival picture on the screen, he also sighed.

"Nung, moon and new moon."

"Perhaps the moment we looked up, we saw a bright moon with countless ancestors of Huaxia."

Hearing this, Director Xue's eyes flickered as well.

Speaking of which, he almost forgot what his hometown was like.

In memory, my hometown is fixed on the train, through the glass
The window, the scene seen from a distance.

No matter the people of today or the ancients, they all have the same deep affection for their homeland. This is the strong love accumulated by the Chinese nation for thousands of years.