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

Chapter 53

Time is frozen at this moment.

Lao Zhao, who shouldered the responsibility, bid farewell to the dynasty and embarked on the journey again.

Did he come back in the end?

No one knows.

History books will record the life and deeds of the First Emperor, but the lives of these bloody soldiers will never appear.

They, in the long river of history, are ordinary and inconspicuous drops of water, and they have never caused waves throughout their lives.

But it is undeniable that under the turbulent waves like the first emperor, there were sacrifices and dedications of countless people.

Yi Ze walked into the yard, walked past Chao who was looking into the distance, and came to the door.

He reached out and gently pushed open the wooden door that was more than 2000 years old.

In an instant, as if passing through history, everything around him disappeared like quicksand and turned into dust under his feet.

There is only one exquisite and lifelike figurine of kneeling and shooting warriors standing quietly in place, just like 2000 years ago.

The jump of time and the shuttle of history turned into thick dust at this moment, gradually covering up his original appearance.

"More than 2000 years ago, ingenious craftsmen personally carved this kneeling warrior figurine with their own hands."

"And after more than 2000 years, there are also such a group of people who are restoring the original appearance of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses."

"You may not know that the terracotta warriors also have their own ID cards."

Yi Ze's tone gradually relaxed, and he had a square ID card in his hand.

"As you can see, on the ID card in my hand, the name is Chao, which is this figurine of a kneeling and shooting warrior."

"As for the person who made the ID card for the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, I invited him to the scene today."

As Yi Ze's voice fell to the ground, in the terracotta warriors and horses of Pit No. [-] in the screen, a young man with a camera in his hand was taking pictures of various terracotta warriors and horses.

The movements are proficient, concise, without the slightest sloppiness.

Zhao Zhen, a man who communicated face-to-face with the terracotta warriors and horses, a person who loves the terracotta warriors and horses with his life.

"We should not only pay attention to the cultural relics themselves, but also pay attention to the people behind the cultural relics who have contributed silently. They are the ones who give us the real history. Teacher Zhao Zhen is welcome!"

Yi Ze took a step to the side, and as the wind and sand changed, a young and energetic figure appeared beside him.

The appearance is relatively ordinary, a pair of round-frame glasses shows a bit of elegance, the camera is slung across the body, and he is wearing a tan skirt, showing a bit of the unique temperament of a cultural relic worker.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao!"

"Hello Yize, I'm glad to be here on the show."

The two greeted each other.

For Yi Ze's program, this is indeed the first time in his life.

There was no such attempt in the previous four issues, but this time, Yi Ze still decided to restore the cultural relics and the stories behind them to the original.

The audience also felt very fresh.

This is also the first time that someone is invited to the stage in Yi Ze's program.

"What kind of work is Mr. Zhao responsible for the terracotta warriors?"

"I am a cultural relic photographer, and I have been photographing archaeological excavations and Qin Ling cultural relics for 23 years."

Zhao Zhen's words were flat, but when this number came out, many people were surprised.

For 23 years, day after day, year after year, I have been working on the same job. I can't think of any other reason for a person to persist for so long except love.

"Mr. Zhao, aren't you tired? 23 years is not a short time, and Mr. Zhao looks very young. It seems that working in Qin Ling really makes Mr. Zhao happy."

"Actually, it's okay. It takes about six to eight hours of work every day. I walk tens of thousands of steps, stand and squat all the time, and see every stitch. , you won’t feel tired.”

Looking at the joy that inadvertently showed in Zhao Zhen's eyes, Yi Ze knew that the man in front of him, who was not particularly tall, was really crazy about his job.

"Recently, I heard that Mr. Zhao is taking photos of nearly [-] terracotta warriors in the pit. Can you share some photos with us?"

"Yes, yes, so far, I have completed the shooting of the 860 two pottery figurines in Pit No. [-]. Let's take a look at their appearance together."

As the words fell to the ground, the water-like air behind them turned into a screen, on which photos of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of different appearances appeared one after another.

Exquisite, meticulous, yet very ordinary, each face has its own merits.

"I found that these terracotta warriors look different and have their own characteristics."

"Yes, yes, there are thousands of people with thousands of faces, and each terracotta warrior is a special existence."

"Mr. Zhao, you have been working on the terracotta warriors and horses for more than 20 years, how do you feel?"

When Yi Ze asked this question, it was obvious that Zhao Zhen's gaze changed slightly.

Memories flashed in his eyes, as if he had returned to the time of filming again.

"This feeling is actually very special."

Zhao Zhen's tone changed, and the movements of his hands gradually increased:

"When I look into his eyes through the lens, I can almost feel his breath."

Zhao Zhen took a deep breath, his eyes were slightly red, and there was a bit of crying in his voice:

"At that moment, the Terracotta Warriors in front of us were no longer pottery warriors, but our ancestors."

"Every time I enter the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Pit, I will have a sacred feeling. There is the temple in my heart, and it is also the spiritual home for which I am fascinated, and it is my spiritual world."

"Ms. Zhao is right. In fact, the terracotta warriors are not only our spiritual world, but also the spiritual home of everyone. They are like road signs, guiding our direction."

"Yes, yes, yes. In fact, they are not cold dead things. They have stood for more than 2000 years. They are more like a silent army. Under the afterglow of the sun, this is the shadow of the empire. In a trance, you will You will feel that they are all alive!”

Following Zhao Zhen's voice, the image on the screen behind him changed to a picture of the back of the terracotta warriors under the afterglow of the setting sun. In an instant, everyone felt that way.

They are all living people, an illusion of trance time travel, appearing in front of every audience.

"Although in many cases, the terracotta warriors and horses will return to the dull lead gray, but this lead gray is not cold, it has warmth."

"Once, I was patting and patting, and when I looked up, I... I saw fingerprints on the faces of the terracotta warriors!"

Zhao Zhen's tone was a little crying, and his eye circles were already red. He scanned around, patted his chest with both hands, took a deep breath, and continued: "That was made by craftsmen who made terracotta warriors and horses two hundred years ago in 2000. fingerprint."

On the screen, an enlarged photo appeared.

A fingerprint is clearly visible on the lip of a terracotta warrior.

This is the fingerprint from the era of great unification more than 2000 years ago.

"When I saw this scene, time seemed to have disappeared at that moment. In this same position, he had just left, and I stepped on his still warm footprints."

Zhao Zhen took a deep breath and patted his chest. At this moment, delicate emotions broke out, and tears flowed down involuntarily.

"Mr. Zhao, let's go and reproduce this period of history together!"

When Yi Ze's words fell to the ground, time went back in an instant.

The dust and sand on the surface reassembled into the appearance of that era, and in front of him was a craftsman with a focused expression, using his fingers to outline the outline of the terracotta warriors.

Since he is bringing real people back to the past, Yi Ze cannot completely break the gap between time and space. There is a film like a moat between the two parties.

Zhao Zhen walked over slowly, watching the skillful movements of the craftsmen and the gradually flattened surface of the terracotta warriors, he stretched out his finger, wanting to touch the corner of the mouth where the original fingerprint was.

At this moment, the craftsman also raised his hand.

After more than 2000 years and an infinite history, ancient and modern, ancestors and descendants meet at the fingertips at this moment.

For a moment, time and space seemed to freeze at this moment.

Past and present meet at this moment!
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　Tomorrow is the [-]th National Day, I wish the great motherland a happy birthday, and I also wish you all a happy holiday, I wish you all have fun (*^▽^*)
　　
　
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