Holding a stone ax in his hand, he survived the raging flood in Yangshao. When he opened his eyes, he saw three thousand years of human fireworks.
I have carved oracle bones from the Yin Ruins, expanded scriptures from Chang'an, repaired the remaining stele in Dunhuang, and seen the setting sun melting gold on Yashan Mountain.
The meteorite pattern on the waist is a mark engraved in the bone and blood; the chisel in the hand is cutting stone and time.
From the youthful spirit to the vicissitudes of his features, he has traveled across the country, witnessed the changes of dynasties, and kept a promise that spanned a thousand years.
The longest road in the world is not the Silk Road, but the loneliness of the eternal.
From Dayu's flood control to the heyday of Zhenguan, from the Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival to the burning of opium in Humen, he carved stone steles all over the land of China, and he also saw through the warmth and warmth of people's hearts.
Until a thousand years later, in a museum in Nanjing, he saw a bluestone slab from Yangshao with crooked stars and moons carved on it——
That was the earliest agreement between him and her.
At the end of eternal life, is it forgetfulness or reunion?
