No one knew that the emotion in Su Huai's heart at this moment was not wanton arrogance, but an inexplicable grief.

He came from another time and space, and he knew so much about the precious culture of the Chinese nation, but he couldn't say it in this time and space, and he didn't see the ancients before...... He is the only one in the world who knows all the splendour......

And Su Huai looked at the towering sculpture of Yan Huang, and a huge question rose in his heart.

What does the real China look like? Does what he knows be the whole picture of China?

Not to mention history, even if it is the easiest and simplest poetry to be handed down, how many kings have been destroyed, how many cities have been deserted, how many palaces have been destroyed, and how many of those once earth-shattering poems have really been handed down?

Li Bai wrote 5,000 poems, only 900 of which have been handed down, and the "Hongyou Wen", which once made a generation of resignation overlords Sima Xiangru and Yang Xiong ashamed, only heard of his name, but not his text.

Of Du Fu's 3,000 poems, 1,000 have been handed down, and almost all of the poets before the age of forty have been lost.

Wang Zhilian, who left the eternal swan song "If you want to be poor for a thousand miles, go to the next level", "Why should the Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the Yumen Pass", "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains", and only six poems were left.

Li Qingzhao's "Yi'an Jushi Anthology" and "Yi'an Ci", the essence of his life, were lost, and only 90 poems were left in a hurry.

Even the 22,937-volume Yongle Dadian, a masterpiece of Chinese classical culture and known as the largest encyclopedia in the history of the world, was destroyed in a fire.

In the original time and space, there was no such catastrophe, but the culture that survived in China was only one-tenth, and it was only two.

How much of this precious legacy has been wiped out over the past thousands of years?

Hua Tuo's surgery, the formula of hemp boiling.

The magical wooden cow cow and horse, the world-famous "Orchid Pavilion Preface......

Those precious treasures recorded in Chinese history have become legends like Tang poems in this time and space.

Perhaps, in a parallel time and space, Huaxia did not suffer so many catastrophes, and all the best things were preserved in the most complete form, if so, what would the complete Huaxia look like?

Su Huai felt nostalgic for a while, and his heart was full of anxiety, but he was interrupted by the shouting and scolding below, and turned his head to look at the crowd below.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he felt the anger and dissatisfaction of those people for the "Song of Mount Tai" he had just played.

Yes, he is young and low, and he still writes such arrogant poems, in the eyes of others, it is simply lawless, right......?

After Chen Ziang wrote this poem, wasn't he ridiculed by his contemporaries for many years?

Poetry is good poetry, but people are not worthy of this poetry.

Scold, shout, and can only take advantage of now, Su Huai has no emotions in his heart, and continues to work hard to climb up the steps.

His heart was open, thousands of years of rise and fall, countless catastrophes, countless heroic deeds were wiped out, and history was tampered with by countless people, but these remaining poems passed through endless fires and disasters, survived many catastrophes, and reached his hands.

Because of these poems, he Su Huai can see the white emperor Caiyun today, the night park Niu Zhu, Xiao Ji Qingxiang, and see the poets record the most real thousands of miles of warblers, thousands of miles of clouds, a hundred feet of dangerous buildings, and a spring dream rain.

Look at the people in the poem fighting swords and rivers and lakes, crying for the king of Chu, and stepping on the Huns.

Those most glorious and beautiful events and characters in China have all turned into an eternal and immortal soul spirit and passed on to my Su Huai.

Su Huai looked back at the vast scenery of Mount Tai, and felt inexplicably in his heart, he stood here like countless Chinese poets in the long river of history, if you look at me, at this moment...... Lend me your strength and let me pass on your souls.

At this moment, Su Huai walked forward, the sun sprinkled on his white clothes from the mountain to the bottom, and the wandering breath on the top of Mount Tai gradually gathered, as if the glory of 5,000 years was gathered in his body...

I...... It is both a Chinese ...... Huaxia is both Su Huai. (To be continued.) )