Short drama: Escape from the British Museum (also known as Don’t Let the Devil Catch Me. The synopsis is limited, but this story is worth reading. It isn’t meticulous, brainless, a wish-fulfillment story, a harem, or hard to follow. It has tears and tenderness, is deeply moving, and overflows with patriotism. It celebrates the splendor of Chinese civilization, with cultural relics as its bones and history as its wings.)
Why are there always tears in my eyes? Because I love this land so deeply!
May our vast land’s three thousand sorrows fade away.
On the distant horizon stood a flourishing civilization that had never waned.
Every corner of this land was filled with an air of mystery and antiquity, bearing countless fragments of history and traces of myth.
On an exquisite display stand sat a jade vessel, delicate and translucent, gleaming like a mischievous little girl. It was utterly adorable.
“It’s a lamp! It’s a Chinese jade vessel with a delicate, vine-patterned design!
“As a cultural relic of China, I’m proud!”
“Zhang Yongan, hurry up. We’re going home!”
“Zhang Yongan, Auntie Terracotta Warrior said we mustn’t do anything underhanded.”
“Zhang Yongan... I’m sorry. Little Jade Vessel won’t be able to turn into a person this time.”
“I’ll take you home. I’ll take you home!”
Next stop: the road home!
The spirit of history, the thread of history, strange adventures across time and space, a vanished civilization, royal power and imperial ambition, deep seas and blue skies, tales of the stars, the far shore of the Yellow Springs, and the myths of mountains and seas all begin here...
The teacher wrote very well