The children are not neat, but they are full of gold and stone, and naturally there is a lively voice of recitation, like a sharp sword that cuts through this chaotic and misty.

In the darkness, the first rays of light finally pierced the curtain of heaven and earth.

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"The cold comes and the summer comes, and the autumn harvest is hidden in the winter.

Leap more than the age of adulthood, the law Lu tunes the yang.

The clouds cause rain, and the dew turns into frost. ”

In the midst of this recitation, that ray of light began to grow, began to sprout its original shape, and eventually, it became a world, with four seasons of spring and summer, rain and dew and rising sun, a world full of vitality.

Humanoid creatures swim freely, sweeping the sky, gathering and hunting, drinking blood, living in caves naked, unable to see specific appearances, nor can they distinguish the strength and weakness of men and women, mixed in this primordial world, although dangerous everywhere, but full of vitality.

All these images are not exquisite, whether it is heaven and earth, plants and trees, or all kinds of creatures, the proportions are seriously unbalanced, like a painting of a child who has graffiti, just like a child who has just opened his eyes to see the world, everything is ignorant, everything is novel.

The most touching thing is that it is attentive and affectionate, allowing all viewers to skim off all external ornaments and point to the core of the true meaning.

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"Dragon Master Fire Emperor, Bird Official Emperor.

The original writing is the clothing.

Push the position to give way to the country, and there is Yu Tao Tang.

Hanging the people, Zhou Fa Yin soup.

Sitting on the court asked, hanging the arch flat chapter. ”

Heaven and earth naturally fade into the background, and finally merge into the surrounding black background, and the image gradually focuses on people.

Originally, the creatures who drank blood, mixed in the mountains and forests, and accompanied by wild beasts and birds gradually converged, with organization, structure, rules, writing, and civilization.

As time passes, everything evolves and transforms.

In the midst of this change, the clumsy graffiti-like lines gradually have rules and grace, but in the eyes of all the viewers immersed in this "story" in the dark, they still seem to be real and illusory, and all the characters have no specific images, and they are still not exquisite, just like petroglyphs that coexist with hundreds of millions of years of rocks, with the smell of wind and sand in distant years, rough and simple.

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"Women are chaste, and men are good.

If you know it, you must change it, and you must not forget it.

Ignore the shortcomings of the other and rely on their own strengths.

The messenger can be covered, but the desire is immeasurable.

Ink is sad and silky, and the poem praises the lamb.

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The ruler is not a treasure, and the inch is a competition.

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Filial piety should be exhausted, and loyalty should be fulfilled.

......

Like Lan Sixin, such as the prosperity of pine. ”

Time still passes, not in a hurry, all the great beings in the face of this size of time, change batch after batch, life and death, only the fire of civilization, from the initial little spark, constantly expanding and expanding, without a moment of stopping.

Initially, everyone paid more attention to the sound of recitation, the meaning contained in the words, and the image seemed to be only to accompany the interpretation aid of recitation.

They were completely immersed in it, not noticing that the sound of the chanting was getting quieter and quieter, as if fading away, and their attention was already quietly immersed in the image.

The wind and rain of the civilization step by step, the road is blue, and the mountains and forests are enlightened.

There are gloom, there are brilliance, there are downfall, there is prosperity.

Ups and downs, divisions and mergers, the only constant is the never-ending enterprising expansion.

The style of the images also quietly adjusts and changes with the content presented, and fits each other perfectly.

The distant and glorious Bronze Age, which laid the strongest foundations of a glorious civilization, was frequented by sages who stood at the source of a great river, but who had already seen the sea;

The magnificent and enterprising Iron Age, with plows and sickles to constantly dig the depth of a civilization, with iron hooves and long swords to carve out the width of a civilization, one is to cast the temperament of civilization inward, even if the number of ups and downs but not decay, one to open up the foundation of civilization, those great dynasties, immortal foundations, forward and successive figures;

Gradually, the image is detached from specific people and things, and personifies a surging torrent, which passes by time, does not fade, but becomes more and more vast, it conflicts with countless torrents, large or small, always undefeated, always moving forward, other torrents, or being scattered, or swallowed, it grows step by step, not only dipping into the continent that nourishes it, but also crossing the ocean chasm, sweeping the entire planet.

From beginning to end, there are only three colors of the image, an unknown black outside civilization, red, the color of blood, the color of fire, and the color of life, everywhere civilization reaches, it is red, yellow, the color of earth, the color of light, and the color of splendor and prosperity.

At this point, the image once again shifts from macro to micro, and the bits and pieces in the torrent are figures.

This time, for the first time, their images became concrete, croaking to the ground, reading and learning calligraphy, working and living, birth, old age, sickness and death, expanding from a family to a community, from a quiet village to a bustling city, from the place where the sun rises to the place where the sun sets......

Here, those who are older viewers can always find some déjà vu imprints, as if some distant four years in memory have been activated.

Some clenched their fists, some had their hearts beating and blood at an accelerated pace, and some had moist eyes and were silently choked.

Time still passed inexorably, and the images in the images entered a stage of familiarity.

A thick aura completely enveloped the torrent, and the torrent that had originally soaked the world and swept the world suddenly lost its vein, lost its direction, washed itself, eliminated itself, and quickly became chaotic.

From the beginning of the ancient Hongmeng, the civilization that had come to its peak step by step suddenly showed signs of extinction under this unexpected blow.

At this point, the impression faded.

And the child's recitation came to an end.

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"Moment step leading, pitching the corridor temple.

Tie the solemn village, wandering and looking.

Lonely and unheard, ignorant and so on.

The predicate helper is also a blessing. ”

When the last sentence is recited, the recitation disappears completely.

I don't know if it is the subjective emotional investment of the viewer, listening to the last eight words of the already inaudible "predicate helper, Yan Zai also", but it seems to hear the sad waves of the torrent that is about to disappear.

It takes a thousand words to recite a text, but the silent image has already told a long story.

From the day when chaos first opened and the confusion was broken, it has spanned a long river of time and has been talked about until now.

It seems that they have gained, but they seem to have said nothing, and when they think about it carefully, they can't even remember specific people and things, and only have a vague and general intention.

But in the deep darkness, all the people who watched quietly seemed to have been pierced through a hole that had always existed in their hearts, but they never knew it, and their hearts were blocked in panic and uncomfortable.