Remember, you have an ancestor named Yanhuang (reposted)

The reeds are green and the white dew turns into frost.

The so-called beauty is on the side of the water.

Follow it upstream, the road is long and long.

I followed it upstream and felt like I was in the middle of the water.

——"The Book of Songs Qin Feng"

I climbed up to the ancient city wall and stroked the mossy pillars and beams. When I leaned on the railings and looked away excitedly, there would always be a hint of sourness rushing to my throat. I always heard a loud voice saying: Remember? Your ancestor was named Yanhuang.

Someone told me that there was once a big fish living in the Beiming place. It turned into a giant bird and soared between the sky and the earth. The giant bird has wings like clouds hanging from the sky, which can soar up even if it is ninety thousand miles away. The sages gave us a mind that could cover the sky and create a magnificent palace for us.

At that time, there was a strange young man named Ji Kang. Before he was executed, he played a song of utmost sound. The wide robe and belt were flying in the wind. He faced death with the most elegant posture. Thousands of years have passed, but he didn't know that what he really cut off was not the music score, but his pride and even the clothes on his body.

I also dreamed of returning to the Tang Dynasty and traveling around with a poet named Li Bai. What he used to drink was the cold light on the sword's edge, and his lover was the moon in the sky. I once saw him wandering under the moon, singing and singing, and the wind blows away his hairband, and his robe is like an immortal.

But later, when the emperor changed, he picked up the literati with a glass of wine and abandoned the generals. His descendants finally hid in the paradise on earth and handed over a large area of ​​land.

However, in the cold north, there was an army fighting on the battlefield. The enemy said that with the Yue family army, we could not win the battle. It was a pity that the hero was jealous. The slander Gao Zhang, a loyal soul finally dissipated beside the West Lake, and the spirit of a nation disappeared irreversibly. The bloody sun was setting, and I vaguely saw someone inserting it into the soil. It was used by the general, a tassel gun that would rather bend than bend.

The wheel of time was slowly swaying and finally lost its direction in Jiashen. So a ancestral hall was built on the banks of the Shrimp West Lake and on Meihua Ridge to commemorate this tragedy. The weak scholar named Shi Kefa did not want to spread his high bun, nor could he take off the clothes left by his ancestors. So he decided to coexist with the city, lose his life, and protect his faith. The cruel killing, like a mountain bone, cannot bury the spirit of the nation. Some people believe that in a thousand years, it will still shine on the land of China.

Just today, thousands of years later, I sat in the McDonald's hall. I wore Guchi fashion. I sang myheartwillgoon casually, but I felt sad for no reason because I heard a voice saying loudly: Forgot? Your ancestor was named Yanhuang.

I remember that a group of brown-haired and blue-eyed jackals, carrying strong ships and cannons, demolished our temples and destroyed our palaces. So a hundred years later - we have music prodigy, but we don’t know the corners and enforce the palaces and merchants. We can build high-rise buildings, but we can’t accommodate a archway of public morality, we wear suits and leather shoes, but we have lost our own clothes.

Where is that country of etiquette? Where is my Chinese man?

Why do you say that I behave abnormally when I wear the most beautiful clothes? Why do you say that the Chinese costume I cherish very much, belong to Fusang?

Why do you always think it is a joke when I confess sincerely? Why can't the tears I shed touch your heart at all?

Where is that hometown of faith? Where is my Chinese man?

I don’t want to break my heart for this, I don’t want the wisdom of my ancestors to admire, and I don’t want the Japanese to promote my Chinese clothes. So, I always have a desire that one day, we can pick up our own culture and support the backbone of the nation.

Remember, remember,

There was once an era called Han and Tang dynasties.

There was once a river called the Yangtze River.

There was once a pair of totems called Dragon and Phoenix.
Chapter completed!