Live Huaxia: Opening dialogue with an emperor through the ages

Under the lens, ancient cities began to appear.

An old man in official uniform rode a black steed again, and left the city under the bright moonlight.

Although his arms were turning white, the old man was still running around for the king's orders, and he has not been able to return to his hometown so far.

Thinking of the uncertain future, maybe I will die in a foreign land.

He also couldn't help but look up at the bright moon above his head, and chanted with emotion.

"Simu, Zhou Daowachi. Don't you want to return? Wang Shimi, my heart is sad..."

"Driving the other four camels, carrying them suddenly. Don't you want to return..."

At this moment, countless spectators fell silent. Through the old man's hoarse chanting, they felt the strong homesickness, which penetrated thousands of years and passed to the bottom of everyone's heart.

"Hey, I'm homesick, I want to eat my mother's stewed pork vermicelli."

"Don't say it, don't say it, I'm afraid I can't help but resign and go home."

"I don't know how my sister is studying now. Last time, she told me that she got No.1 in the class. She is much better than me. She will definitely go to a better school in the future."

that's it.

In the picture, it is like the long river of history flowing.

Back then, the bright moon had illuminated generations of Chinese people, and it remained unchanged forever, and it was also entrusted with countless wishes and sorrows.

The camera rolls again.

As far as the eye can see, it is a mountain top with rolling forests and forests, and a Great Wall built of stone slabs.

The north wind howled past, bringing a rustling sound, like listening to the waves in the forest.

Under the cold moonlight, the man in tattered clothes struggled to stand up, supporting the pain from overwork all over his body, looked up at the full moon above his head, and murmured.

"Xiao Meng, wait for me to go back"

After finishing speaking, his eye sockets were also shining with moisture, as if there was a wife and children at home in the full moon.

At this moment, the picture of the era belonging to Daqin faded again, and the new scene also changed accordingly.

Under the camera, in the moonlight, in the deep courtyard, a man dressed lazily seems to have just woken up from drunkenness.

At this time, the moonlight fell on his face, and everyone realized that this person was Li Bai, the Tang poet they were most familiar with.

Li Bai raised his wine glass to the bright moon in the sky, as if he wanted to invite him down for a drink.

The bright moon is speechless, it just illuminates his blue hair into snow.

He looked at his reflection on the ground again, and raised his glass again.

Moon shadow, human shadow, drink a glass of wine together.

"Looking up at the bright moon, bowing your head and thinking about your hometown"

The eternal song is still echoing in my ears, and the era of the Tang Dynasty is gradually blurring.

Then I saw a beautiful woman on the attic of Song Dynasty under the moon.

Looking to the north, the woman's delicate eyebrows and eyes are obsessively looking at the bright moon, her eyes are full of lovesickness.

The bright moon in the sky is as bright and clear as snow. Back then, it was also such a beautiful time, but in a blink of an eye, it was their respective horizons.

Thinking of the depths of love, she also took advantage of the moonlight to write beautiful poems like a trickling stream.

"Red lotus root is fragrant and jade is still in autumn. Unravel the clothes lightly, and go to the orchid boat alone. Who in the cloud will send the brocade book? When the word geese returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers are floating and the water is flowing."

"One kind of lovesickness, two places of worry."

"There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lowered my brows, but raised my heart."

After writing the last stroke, a crystal tear fell down, blurring the word "lovesickness", making it even more sad.

Another screen turn.

Under the lens, I saw a piece of withered and yellow grass, and the evening breeze was blowing.

The cowherd baby sleeping on the back of the cow looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his withered and yellow face turned paler, and he sincerely prayed in his immature voice.

"Moon, please don't let father and mother starve to death, give us something to eat."

"I will definitely repay you after the eighth day."

The voice fell, but a strong wind blew past, and it seemed that even the moon shadow was shaking a lot.

Gradually, the ancient feudal dynasty seemed to be fading away, and the entire land of China took on a new look.

The camera passes through countless mountains and lands on a high haystack in a small village.

Two siblings, a man and a woman, stared blankly at the night sky, where the moon floated in the darkness like a white lotus flower.

"Sister, are there Chang'e and rabbits in the sky?"

"Yes, and a laurel tree.

"Sister, I miss my mother. When will she come back from the city, she will definitely bring a lot of delicious food."

"I don't know. Mom said that next time the moon will be the brightest and roundest, she will come back."

Seeing this, many people think of their childhood, especially for those left-behind children when they were young. At that time, they used to look at the bright moon countless times and wondered when their parents would come home.

Countless expectations, countless blessings.

Only the bright moon of China can tell such a story.

At this moment, the picture is far away from the quiet mountain village again.

In the camera, a huge ship is sailing on the magnificent sea.

On the deck, the faces of a man and a woman in suits, although tired

Looking tired, but looking at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, a long-lost smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"There is a bright moon on the sea, and the horizon is at this time. After being trapped for five years, we finally returned. That is Huaxia, a new Huaxia."

"Yeah, we're back."

As he said that, the man with a handsome and resolute face cast moonlight in his deep eyes, and secretly swore in his heart.

I must let my knowledge change the fate of the Chinese people!
Returning wanderer, full of enthusiasm.

Under the lens, dynasties passed by like a revolving lantern, leaving a pair of eyes staring at the bright moon in the sky.

This special emotion that only belongs to the Chinese people spread like waves, touching the indescribable thoughts in the heart.

this moment.

Their hearts are connected, their blood is connected, and they clearly feel each other's emotions.

They are all Chinese people who have lived and multiplied on the same land for thousands of years.
At this moment in the live broadcast, countless viewers' eyes were blurred.

The entire land of China, as well as those wandering abroad in foreign countries, felt a kind of throbbing, a kind of inner calling.

People walked out of the room one by one, or came to the window, went to the balcony, climbed to the roof, sat on the lawn...

They looked at the bright moon above their heads one after another, their respective thoughts flickering in their eyes.

this moment.

Through the bright and clear moon, we seem to see those who have passed away, separated, people we will never see again, those past things buried in our hearts that we don't want to remember.

Wisps of moonlight seem to fall from the sky, like gentle eyes looking up at the sky.

on the screen.

Mid-Autumn Festival and the bright moon, the sky is at the same time.

Looking at the warm scene, whether it was Liu Bang, Zhang Liang, Han Xin, Xiao He, or even Gao Yang, his eyes were also moistened.

This is China.

Everyone living in this ancient land is a family, witnessing a round of bright moon that has shone on China for thousands of years.

They understand each other's emotions and share the same vision.

Because of this, only one party is in trouble, and all parties support!

It is precisely because of this that there is a heart-to-heart sincerity and a feeling of sharing weal and woe!
It is precisely because of this that there is a common enemy who resists foreign aggression again and again, and there is a united will to face disasters again and again!
"It turns out that this is the Han family."

At this moment, Liu Bang muttered to himself with moist eyes.

Perhaps this is the source of strength for the people of the world to avoid disasters time and time again.

He also fully understands that the end of the Warring States Period is an inevitable result. China has been integrated since ancient times, and the hearts of the people in the world are destined to get closer and closer, and it will be passed down forever.

Take Han as home.

Chinese characters.

Even if the Han Dynasty will perish eventually, the era of feudal system will also be overthrown, leaving only the desolate and lonely ruins.

However, the spirit of Huaxia will also be like the brilliance of the bright moon.

Never ending, destined to live forever!

This night, the whole of China seemed to re-experience the homesickness of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the meaning of home and country.

They are busy in this big city with lights and lights, but they don't know where the road ahead is.

Perhaps, when you are confused, just look up at the bright moon.

At that moment, you are no longer alone, but with countless Chinese people.

this moment.

Liu Bang withdrew his gaze, looked at Gao Yang beside him and said sincerely.

"The ancients did not deceive me, but the younger generations are fearful."

After finishing speaking, the confusion in his heart had already dissipated under the light of the bright moon and the warm greetings.

Future generations will be prosperous, I hope, more prosperous!

I also have a mission that needs to be continued, and I must return to the year 2000.

At this moment, Liu Bang looked at Zhang Liang, Xiao He, and Han Xin beside him with relief, and said leisurely.

"Let's go."

"It's time for us to go home too."