Dialogue between ancient and modern: I create programs, national treasures have spirits

Chapter 19 Amidst the Wind and Sand, Paulownia Flowers Bloom
The world is connected at this moment, as if the last membrane has been broken.

Confucius walked towards Mr. Yang step by step.

On the other side, Mr. Yang, who was patrolling the mountains and forests, his eyes were still clear, and when he noticed someone approaching, he immediately walked over.

He uses a cane and is a little thin, but his walking speed is not slow.

"Old man, why are you alone in the mountains, the road is slippery, be careful."

Mr. Yang shouted anxiously. Seeing Yi Ze behind Confucius, his expression was serious, and he blamed him: "What's the matter with you young man? I don't know how to support your grandfather. The mountains are high and the forests are dense, and the road is slippery. What if you get hurt?"

Yi Ze didn't refute, and ran forward in small steps, following Confucius.

The few people got closer, and Mr. Yang looked carefully at Confucius in front of him, with some doubts on his face: "Hey, old man, I think you are very familiar, I seem to have seen you somewhere... Oh, yes, before I've seen it in books, you look exactly like Confucius."

"Mr. Yang, this is Confucius."

Yi Ze whispered something to the side. Mr. Yang raised his eyebrows and his tone became a little serious: "Nonsense! Confucius was an ancient man more than 2000 years ago. How could he appear here? Why do you, a descendant like you, still lie to others? ?”

Seeing this, Confucius gave him the ancient courtesy and said: "Old sir, I am Confucius Kong Zhongni who lived more than 2000 years ago. It is this younger generation who brought me to see you."

"You... are you really Confucius?"

Mr. Yang's eyes widened, looking at the old man in front of him who looked very similar to the portrait of Confucius, with disbelief in his eyes.

"Exactly, Mr. Yang served the country and the people with integrity, Confucius admired him, admired him!"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Seeing Confucius bowing again, Mr. Yang hurriedly stretched out his hands to help him.

"I'm just doing my own duty, which is nothing noble. I have tens of thousands of senior colleagues who are stronger than me. They are the real high-minded people who serve the country and the people."

Mr. Yang is very humble. When talking about colleagues like him, his eyes exude strong pride and admiration.

Seeing this, Yi Ze was also moved with emotion.

Such pure faith has disappeared a lot in later generations.

Luxuriant with money, power, money and beauty are the most debilitating and corrupting of the hero's ambition.

Confucius and Mr. Yang were already talking. When he confirmed that the old man in front of him was really Confucius, Mr. Yang was a little more calm.

And when Confucius asked about the way of governance and how to govern a country with virtue, Mr. Yang did not hesitate and directly talked about the thoughts of teachers and Marx and Engels' thought.

Undoubtedly, these things shocked Confucius quite a lot.

The most advanced human thought of the later generations collided with the Confucianism of 2000 years ago in 500 by accident, and the sparks that arose from it were extraordinarily brilliant.

In the live broadcast room, the audience quietly listened to the conversation between Mr. Yang and Confucius.

"Shocked! Is Yi Ze acting impromptu? The dialogue between Confucius and Marne? The collision between the thinker 500 years ago and the greatest thinker of later generations!"

"What would happen if Confucius in history really knew this thought?"

"Confucian culture is all-inclusive, and it is estimated that it will directly absorb the essence of it, and then use it for its own use!"

As time passed by every minute and every second, the dialogue between Confucius and Mr. Yang gradually came to an end.

This conversation took a total of half an hour.

Confucius sighed with regret on his face, "Talking with my master will let me know that there are such profound and mysterious thoughts in the future generations. It's just a pity that I didn't come to the right time to sit down and discuss the Tao with them."

"Each era has its own tasks. The Confucian thought pioneered by you, Confucius, is also one of the greatest thoughts in the world and has transcended the constraints of the times. It is a pity that my knowledge is shallow and I cannot fully explain the teacher's thoughts."

"Thank you sir!"

Confucius bowed.

This worship is not just for Mr. Yang, but also for the great people standing behind Mr. Yang!

Walking out of the forest, there was silence for a long time.

It was not until the road was about to be rough that Confucius sighed: "I really want to sit and talk with them!"

"Chao Wendao, Xi can die!"

Confucius' eyes were full of yearning and expectation, but he didn't make any request to Yi Ze.

He could also foresee that this time, the conversation across ancient and modern times would not last too long.

At this time, the environment in front of him changed once again.

The yellow sand is long and the wind is howling.

Wherever you look, there is a misty scene.

Confucius put away his reverie for the time being, looked at the vast Gobi, and asked, "Ze, why did you come here?"

It is no exaggeration to call this place a poor place.

The sky looked gray and the ground was cracked and full of wind and sand.

"Master, do you believe that gorgeous flowers will bloom in this wind and sand?"

Yi Ze asked, but Confucius did not hesitate much and said directly: "I didn't believe it at first, but after meeting these determined people in later generations, I began to believe that where they are, there will be an oasis!"

"What the master said is exactly right!"

Yi Ze took a step forward, as if he had stepped on time and space. In an instant, the world was overturned, the sun and the moon changed color, and the place where the wind and sand were originally turned into a forest.

Huge white flowers bloom and are fragrant.

In the wind and sand, paulownia flowers bloom!

Along the way, Confucius had become accustomed to Yi Ze's magical power of turning his hands to make clouds and rain, but at this moment, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

What was originally a barren land filled with wind and sand suddenly transformed into a sea of ​​green forests in the next moment. This is no surprise.

Even if he knows, this simple moment may be decades of hard work.

But at this moment, the strong contrast still shocked Confucius.

And in the green forest, at the end of a road covered with white petals, a small tomb stood stubbornly, watching the forest silently.

Yi Ze and Confucius approached the tombstone, the writing on it was still clear.

"Mr. Jiao..."

Confucius read out the words on the tombstone softly, looked at the black and white photo above, looked at the middle-aged man with a sick face but still stubbornly smiling, and asked, "It must be possible to create a forest in this wasteland." Yes, this is Mr. Jiao."

"Ok!"

Yi Ze nodded, bowed deeply towards the tombstone, and then said: "Master, you must have seen it. Before Mr. Jiao came, this place was a barren scene, full of wind and sand, and the environment was harsh."

"When Mr. Jiao came here, he was already seriously ill, and his life was about to come to an end."

Yi Ze's voice was full of respect. This time, there was no picture, only Yi Ze's voice.

It's not that Yi Ze doesn't want to release the screen, it's just that the previous conversation between Confucius and Mr. Yang consumed too much power of the system, and it's unsustainable now.

Being able to travel through time and space and come here is close to the limit.

The audience thought it was a special effect, but it was actually a real scene.

"He is fighting against the disease every day. He is tortured by severe pain every day and his body is weak, but his spirit and will defeat his body!"

"In the last two years of his life, Mr. Jiao worked tirelessly, conducted in-depth investigations, and formulated a series of effective rectification plans, which brought new vitality and vitality to this barren land."

"When he learned that he was about to die, he didn't forget this piece of land. He said: 'Take me back there and bury me on the sand. I didn't heal the sand dunes while I was alive. I will watch you treat me when I die. Dune cured!'”

"Now, the sand dunes here have turned into forest seas, and the original yellow sand has turned into fertile soil. Mr. Jiao's wish has come true."

Yi Ze's voice was strong and powerful, and even without the aid of images, he still led the audience, as if they were seeing that tenacious and determined man.

Infected with illness, but still tenacious!
At the end of life, it is the people who will never forget!

In order to let the people live a good life, and to rebuild the oasis for future generations, even if he dies, he still has to guard the sand dunes and the forest sea.

"Master, in later generations, there was a great writer who once wrote such a passage."

"Since ancient times, we have had people who worked hard, people who worked hard, people who prayed for the people, and people who sacrificed their lives to seek justice... Although it is the so-called "official history" that is equivalent to genealogizing emperors, generals and prime ministers, They often cannot hide their brilliance, which is the backbone of China."

At this moment, Yi Ze's tone was a little flat, but his eyes were full of high respect. Behind him, there seemed to be one after another martyrs who were not afraid of sacrifice for the revival of China.

He looked at Confucius and said proudly: "Master, this is the second answer sheet that China has given to you. It is a peaceful and prosperous world created by countless martyrs in China. Are you satisfied!"

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　In the article, Mr. Yang, Mr. Jiao, teachers, etc. are used to refer to the great people who have selflessly dedicated to China. Everyone can know who they are. It is probably not allowed to mention their real names, and they can only refer to them.They are the backbone of China!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)