Taste of Time in Chengdu

Some people use epics to write about heroes, but I use heroes to write epics. Some people use myths to explain the world, and I use the world to explain myths. This story begins at the entrance of a hot pot restaurant on Yulin Road, where a young woman saw the light in a person. There is one main text and nine side stories, each of which is independent but interlocking with each other. Nine is the ultimate number, connecting to ten thousand. Adding text makes it perfect. It answers 'why Chinese civilization is like this', what is the origin of pandas, what price do heroes pay, what truth is buried in Sanxingdui, why Wangniang Beach echoes, where are the roots of Zhenshan, what is the soul of hot pot, where does the benevolence of steamed buns come from, how the compassion of the poet saint is conveyed, and how the character of the mottled bamboo grows. Ten gates, nine roots, one city. The remaining warmth of three thousand years is all in that pot. There are only three things I want to say in this book: When there is only one choice left, the ending is bound to be tragic. Choosing to stay open is the source of happiness. There is no right or wrong with technology. It can do evil as well as do good. Life should not be treated differently because of different forms. When the protagonist discovers that Lingxi is becoming less and less like a robot, her reaction is: "Everyone has secrets, and so do machines." In the end, Lingxi became the master of silicon-based life and the best partner of mankind. The earth is so big, and the fundamental needs of humans and silicon-based life are completely different. Why can't we be more tolerant? The real threat is always in the hands of careerists. All landmarks, streets, food and cultural scenes in this article are real in Chengdu. This is not a fictional Chengdu, this is the Chengdu you have walked through.