Do you remember? Your ancestor’s name was Yanhuang. Comments after reading

When I climb the ancient city wall, when I touch the decaying pillars and beams, when I am excited

When I lean on the railing and look far away, there will always be a trace of sourness rushing into my throat. I always hear a voice saying loudly

: Remember? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang.

Someone told me that there once was a big fish that lived in Beiming, and it transformed into

a giant bird that soared between heaven and earth. The giant bird has wings like clouds hanging from the sky. It can soar even though it is ninety thousand miles away. The sages have given us a mind that can accommodate heaven and earth, and built us a broad and magnificent temple

.

At that time, there was a strange young man named Ji Kang. Before he was executed, he played a piece of music that was very loud

his broad robe and belt were flying in the wind. Facing death with the most graceful attitude. Thousands of years have passed, but there are still lingering sounds, but he doesn't know that what is really cut off is not the music score, but his pride and even the clothes on his body.

I also dreamed of going back to the Tang Dynasty and traveling around with a poet named Li Bai. What he drank with was the cold light on the sword's edge, and his lover was in the sky. moon. I once saw him wandering under the moon

and singing loudly. The long wind blew his hairband open, and his robes flowed like an immortal.

But then the emperor changed. He supported the literati with a glass of wine and abandoned the generals. His descendants eventually hid in paradise on earth and gave up large tracts of land. However, in the cold north, an army was fighting on the battlefield. The enemies said that we could not win the battle as long as the Yue family's army was there. It is a pity that the heroes were tabooed and the slanderers were high-spirited. A ray of loyal soul finally dissipated beside the West Lake. The spirit of a nation died irreversibly. However, in the bloody sunset, I

vaguely saw someone inserting it into the soil. It was a tassel gun that the general had used.

It would rather break than bend.

The wheel of time wandered slowly and finally lost its direction in Jiashen. So on the banks of Slender West Lake, on Meihua Ridge, an ancestral hall was built to commemorate this tragedy. The weak literary scholar named Shi Kefa didn't want to let go of his high bun, let alone take off the clothes left to him by his ancestors, so he decided to fight with the city Survive and die, losing your life and protecting your faith. Cruel killings, such as bones in the mountains, cannot bury the spirit of the nation. Some people believe that thousands of years later, it will still shine on the land of China.

Today, thousands of years later, I sat in the lobby of McDonald's, wearing Gucci's

fashion, and I casually sang myheartwillgoon, but it was inexplicable

I feel sad because I heard a voice saying loudly: Have you forgotten? Your ancestor's name is Yan

Huang.

I remember, a group of brown-haired jackals with blue eyes, armed with sharp boats and sharp cannons, demolished our

temples and destroyed our palaces. So today, a hundred years later -

We understand democracy and freedom, but forget about ethics. We have musical prodigies, but

we don’t know how to recruit palace merchants. We can build tall buildings. The building cannot accommodate a public archway. We are wearing suits and leather shoes, but we have no clothes.

Where is it, the land of etiquette? Where is my son of the Han family?

Why do you say I behave abnormally when I wear the most beautiful clothes? Why do you say that the Han costume that I treasure so much belongs to Fusang? Why do you always treat my sincere confession as a joke? Why can't the hot tears I shed move your iron heart at all?

Where is it, the land of faith? Where is my son of the Han family?

I don’t want to break my heart over this, I don’t want the wisdom of my ancestors to be appreciated by no one, and I don’t want my Chinese self to rely on the Japanese to promote my clothes and clothes. Therefore, 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, there was once a river called

The Yangtze River, there was once a pair of totems called dragon and phoenix, there was once a feathered coat—— The name is Nishang!