Golden Greenery

The turbid river water rushes down. The Yellow River does not seem to be meandering through the mountain walls, but more like splitting the mountain and the earth. From this point of view, the Yellow River is undoubtedly a bad-tempered river, and it is indeed a river that is sometimes violent, sometimes gentle, and sometimes unpredictable.

From time to time, the yellow river water rises into clusters of turbid waves. They roll, roar, surge, and tear, as if they have gathered all their hatred, crashing against the hard rock without fear, and then with great force The reverse thrust formed a high wall of water and plunged into the embrace of the river.

It is said that in the 19th year of Guangxu's reign in the Qing Dynasty, Guisi, in that year, there was no law in the world and the North Star moved. At the end of that year, the water in the Yellow River was clear.

"Zhuoyang, this is the Yellow River." Jiushan said: "It is also called the mother river. She gave birth to the Yellow River civilization."

"I... know." Zhuo Yang rubbed his nose. "I learned it in the first grade of elementary school."

Jiushan turned around and leaned against the railing of the highway viewing platform. "We people in Shaanxi, especially those in Guanzhong, have all seen something, the big dirt bags that appear from time to time in the farmland on both sides of the road."

Zhuoyang nodded. He knew what Jiushan was talking about, but he didn't know what he wanted to say.

"Especially on both sides of the road from Xi'an to Baoji, there are many big and small dirt bumps one after another. Some are like a hill, and some are not much bigger than a room. We Shaanxi people call them 'Zhuang Pimples'." "

Zhuoyang nodded again.

"We all know that those are mausoleums, where ancient people are buried. They are found in every dynasty from the Western Zhou Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty. They are all historical sites. Some have been there for more than three thousand years, and the least are five or six hundred years old. "

"Of course, three thousand years is not unusual at all. The Pyramid of Khufu seems to be five thousand years old, and there are many ancient monuments that are older than the pyramid..."

"It should be gone. You reached 5,000 years ago with just one pole. There is nothing older than that in the tomb. In fact, the pyramid is less than 5,000 years old." Zhuoyang said.

"It's not a matter of principle, no debate." Jiushan rolled his eyes helplessly. "What I want to say is that although the Zhuangdao in Shaanxi are not the earliest, they are not good-looking, they are just bumpkins. They have no tourism value and basically have no archaeological value. In addition to being large in number, they are not comparable to those foreign monuments. "

"However, there is the biggest difference between Zhuanggeuda and the pyramids. Europe, America, and Central and Western Asia have many historical relics in these places, but they are just monuments. Zhuanggeda is not only a relic, but our ancestors are buried under it."

"The mummies in the pyramid are not the ancestors of the current Egyptians. The ancestors of Americans and Australians are in Europe, and Europeans say their ancestors are in Africa. No matter how you study your ancestors, it is an academic issue. But for us Chinese Ancestors are clearly under those strong bumps."

"Of the four major ancient civilizations in the world, only the Chinese civilization has never been interrupted, and only the Chinese civilization has been passed down clearly. Only we Chinese have the same blood, the source is undisputed, and the inheritance from generation to generation is undisputed."

"Indians are not ancient Indians, Iraqis are not ancient Babylonians, and Greeks are Byzantines. None of them have anything to do with that civilization or race in the past."

"Only the Chinese are still Chinese. We are the direct descendants of the ancient Chinese, both in culture and blood."

"Zhuoyang, don't you think it's a little strange?" Jiushan asked him, tilting his head.

"We can pass it on,

It should have a lot to do with... the geographical environment, and agricultural civilization..."

Jiushan waved his hand crisply again. "Don't talk about that! You know more about those things than I do. It's hard to express your feelings for once. Please listen to me first."

Zhuo Yang bowed and made a 'please' gesture.

"You have loved reading storybooks since you were a child. Have you read any history books?" Jiushan asked.

"I've seen some." Zhuo Yang said.

"I'm reading the Historical Records recently, you should take a look too..."

"I watched it in the third grade of elementary school."

Jiushan: "..."

Zhuo Yang quickly added: "Vernacular. The original version can only be read in junior high school."

"Then what do you think when you read these history books?"

"Noise!"

"and you……"

"Just say what you want to say, don't act like the teacher is asking questions." Zhuo Yang started to roll his eyes again.

Jiushan smiled sweetly. "Every time you turn a page of those large history books, you are actually turning over hundreds of thousands of millions of living beings, tens of millions of ordinary people who once lived on this land but left no traces. , is a never-ending war, is...a lot of things."

Zhuoyang nodded. "That's true...it's true. You are very profound."

Jiushan showed a humble smile. "The history of China's five thousand years of civilization is also a history of five thousand years of war. This land has never been peaceful and has never lacked enemies. In the history books, from Li Mu and Wang Jian, to Wei Qing and Huo Qubing, to Chen Qingzhi and Ran Min, to Grandpa Yue, Wen Tianxiang, Chang Yuchun, Yu Qian... are not the ones who talk about cross talk."

"I know, I know." Zhuo Yang said quickly: "Lime Yin!"

Jiushan showed an approving smile. "There are many, many, these famous generals and ministers who have been famous throughout the ages. No matter what their original consciousness was or what their purpose was, they have made indelible contributions in resisting foreign enemies and defending the country. They have defended the inheritance of Chinese civilization. Protecting the blood of the Chinese people."

"But can they do it alone? Of course not." Jiushan no longer asked Zhuo Yang, but asked and answered himself.

"It's because there are countless more ancestors who have succeeded us, maybe hundreds of millions, maybe billions. With their protection, our civilization and bloodline have always been passed down and have never been broken or scattered."

"But these people have no names, they are not in the history books, and they are not in the oral tradition. They just lived in the pages of history books that we lightly turned over, silently, and no one knew about them."

"Zhuoyang, I don't want to be a general, I want to be such a person. Everyone in our army wants to be such a person."

"I have experienced a lot over the years and have seen the most brutal battles in the world. Without peace, there has never been peace. Every big country uses all possible means to compete for resources and contain other big countries. The world is still the same The jungle is a world where the weak eat the strong.”

"In this world, we cannot give in, otherwise we will return to the way we were slaughtered more than a hundred years ago. Our ancestors have defended it for five thousand years, and it is my generation's turn. Naturally, we will continue to defend it. Let our As a nation, our culture will never end. Let our country always enjoy peace and our people always be prosperous."

"Zhuoyang, these are what I want to do. Whether I am a general or not is not important."

When Jiushan finished his long speech and turned to look with a satisfied smile, Zhuo Yang was already there in shock with his mouth wide open.

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