Mantis and Emperor: Cang Si Xing

Please weave a dream out of chitin. Use silk as its tentacles, tulle as its wings, and bronze as its backbone. Let it play the eternal song on the green grass, compose immortal poems under the sky, sing the praises of eternal tenacity in the yellow sand, and sing the hymn of life in the waves. Please weave a dream that carries the light of hundreds of millions of years. In a dream, you cross the other shore where Ichthyosaurs landed, listen to the low singing of dinosaurs, land on the first rosemary flower of the Cretaceous period, and sleep among the first flames lit by ancient apes. They came from the long and long Paleozoic Era, and have not been shaken by any catastrophes on the earth. They have experienced thousands of prosperity and troughs, and narrate the epic of life that has not been weathered. They occupied every corner that was not touched by other Cangling. They took the lead in conquering the blue sky, the frozen mountains, the scorching sea of ​​sand, and even the steel jungle that became a forbidden area for other animals and plants. They use their magnificent populations to prove their oath of success and perform an endless miniature empire. They should not be forgotten, should not be despised, should not be criticized by thousands of people, should not be subjected to unwarranted reviling or destruction, and should not be pushed to the forefront of public opinion. Please draw a picture that belongs to them, invent their unforgettable stories, pay unprecedented praise with a brush stained with dust, and flatter their unparalleled glory. Please construct their dazzling ups and downs, let the fresh and pulsating life appear on the paper, and give this book to all things in the frosty sky.