Ah Mei said, "Actually, about prehistoric civilization, the history of mankind is also recorded. For example, the ancient Indian epic "Mahabharata" is the carrier of such records. It's just that for many years, people only looked at it from myths and legends. Until recently, some scholars have discovered that the description is not as simple as a myth, but is almost a realistic version of the future technology of mankind. ”

I said, "The ancient Indian epic Mahaparata? And what does it describe? Is it an epic poem like Homer's Iliad and Odyssey? ”

Ah Mei shook her head and said, "They are two completely different types. The famous ancient Indian epic "Mahaparata", also translated as "Mahaparada", is an ancient Indian Sanskrit narrative poem, which is translated as: the descendants of the great King Parata, describing the struggle between the Pandu and Kulu tribes for the throne, and the "Ramayana" and called the two major Indian epics) was written more than 1500 BC, and the historical facts recorded in the book occurred about 5,000 years ago.

The book chronicles two fierce wars between the Korava and the Pandawa, the Frishini and the Anhaka who lived in the upper reaches of the Ganges River in India. What is puzzling and surprising is that from the descriptions of these two wars, it is not an imaginary mythical war, but a real nuclear war! The first battle in the book is described as follows: the heroic Atvatan, sitting in the Vimana (an airplane-like aircraft), landed in the water and launched 'Agnia', a missile weapon that produces and emits a dense array of flaming arrows over the enemy, like a torrential rain, encircling the enemy with infinite power. In an instant, a thick shadow quickly formed over Pandava, and the sky went black, and all the compasses in the darkness were useless, and then a violent wind began to blow, whistling, bringing up dust and gravel, and birds chirping madly...... It seems like the sky is falling apart. The sun seemed to be swaying in the air, and this weapon emitted a terrible scorching heat, which shook the earth and the mountains, and in the vast area, the animals were burned and deformed, the rivers boiled, and the fish and shrimp were all scalded to death. The rockets burst out with a thunderous roar that burned the enemy soldiers to the ground of scorched tree trunks. If the consequences of the Atwatan weapon were like a fire storm, then the consequences of the attack by Gurka were a nuclear bomb explosion and radioactive fallout poisoning. The depiction of the Second War is even more chilling and terrifying: Gurka rides on a swift Vimana and fires a missile at three enemy cities. This missile seems to have the entire cosmic force, its brightness is like 10,000 suns, and the pillars of fireworks roll up into the sky, which is extremely spectacular. The corpses were burned unrecognizable, their hair and nails fell off, the ceramics cracked, and the birds in flight were scorched by the heat. To escape death, the warriors jumped into the river to wash themselves and their weapons. ”

I said, "Even if that's the case, can't it be a coincidence?" Is it just a coincidence of the imaginary war of the author of the epic, with the means of war of the future? ”

Ah Mei said, "At first, some people thought so. However, archaeologists later conducted an expedition to the upper reaches of the Ganges where the war took place and discovered numerous scorched earth ruins. And the large chunks of rock in these ruins are glued together, and the surface is uneven. To be able to melt the rock, a minimum of 1,800 degrees Celsius is required. Ordinary fires cannot reach this temperature, only the nuclear explosion of an atomic bomb can reach it. This proves that the description of war in the epic Mahabharata is not groundless. ”

We talked and talked, and I don't know how long it took, but at last we felt a wave of sleepiness that we couldn't resist, and finally we fell down and fell into a deep sleep.

I'm dreaming again.

I dreamed that I had become a feather, fluttering slowly over a cloud, and I saw the boundless, blue sky above the clouds. I saw a radiant sun in the sky. In the scorching light of the sun, I felt my body freeze together, like a droplet of tiny droplets of water formed in a low-lying area on a vapor board, and I felt as if I were about to melt away. After that, I felt like I had become a gust of wind, that transparent, ubiquitous wind. I skimmed over the huge black roofs, I skimmed over the fields, and I saw patches of golden rape flowers blooming, and I saw swarms of small bees buzzing and flying among the flowers. In the vibration of the little bee's crystal wings, I felt myself as a weed in the field. I felt the nature of life, the intimacy of the earth, which came with life, and was inseparable from life. I breathed in the fresh fragrance of the earth, I heard the sound of plants growing and jointing in the soil, and I heard the chirping of various small animals in the ground or above ground. Then I quickly dried up, and my body began to burn, and the flames cracked.

It was as if I was in a burning furnace. I struggled and writhed with all my energy, trying to break free from the irrepressible heat. But my whole body couldn't move, as if it was fixed by something, and only one thought was still trying. My motionless body gradually felt the heat enter and rise from my body. I felt every one of my veins expanding, as if they were about to explode. I felt my mouth dry and I felt a splitting headache.

At this moment, I felt the wind, a cool wind like a finger gently blowing through my body. I felt the cool breeze creeping through my head. I felt the freshness of the wind flowing along my breath and subtly filling my body, condensing in my lungs, in every bone and in the crevices where every bone was connected. Immediately, I was immersed in the cold water, my whole feeling was rising and falling with the fluctuations of the sea, and all my thoughts were flickering with the movement of the sea.

There was an indescribable sense of laziness all over me.

So, I heard the wind, and I heard the familiar and friendly voice. Sometimes it condenses, sometimes it drifts away. Like the ehu's elaboration, and like the saxophone's whisper.

So, I saw the wind, and I saw the figure that haunted me. Like a light yarn, like a blooming flower, like a naughty elf running around.

So I became a feather again, fluttering slowly on a white cloud, and I saw the sky above the clouds that was boundless, blue, brilliant and dazzling. I saw the radiant sun in the sky again.

I felt my eyes stung deeply by the sun's rays.

That's when I heard a scream.