After broadcasting the ancient times live, I handed the system over to the state.

We'll soon be talking about the earthquake. Zhu Qinggu was very young back then, and now he only has some vague memories of it.

Every year when I flip through the photo album, there is a picture of her as the class representative putting the money donated by their class into the box.

I was too young to understand back then, but now that I'm all grown up, I understand everything.

The pain of losing loved ones and home is a somber and prolonged one.

Images gradually appeared on the sky, depicting the terrifying scene of the earthquake causing upheaval and shaking the earth.

Zhu Qinggu doesn't want to go into details here; sometimes, images are enough.

The footage, edited together for about ten minutes, showed how widespread the earthquake's impact and the large number of casualties made people under the sky feel the terror and mystery of nature.

What impressed me most were a few moments, such as a radio news anchor who unconsciously burst into tears while reporting the number of people affected by the earthquake.

The mayor, who was interviewed by the TV station, initially gave official remarks, but later he couldn't control his emotions and broke down in tears, saying he felt ashamed.

The middle-aged man I interviewed on the street said his son, wife, and mother had all died. His lonely figure walking alone on the road seemed desolate and filled with sorrow, yet he was speechless.

Behind him, the female reporter who was conducting the interview choked up at one point.

The father carried his son, who was much taller than him and whose head was drooping, on his back. His feet dragged on the ground as they walked a very long way, as if the weight of the body was not at all.

There were also mothers tightly protecting their children beneath them. When they were discovered, their children were sleeping peacefully, and a text message had already been typed on their phones.

There were also officers and soldiers who quickly entered the disaster area to provide rescue after the earthquake, as well as people from all walks of life.

……

There were too many things to say, and Zhu Qinggu choked up.

In fact, ancient times were also prone to disasters and wars, and many people died. The ancients seemed to have gotten used to it, but when they saw the sky, they still couldn't help but shed tears.

Because future generations will cherish the lives of all people.

Disasters are merciless, but people are emotional beings.

Later generations of soldiers would even go to disaster relief, and when one place was in trouble, help came from all sides. Everyone from top to bottom would be concerned about this matter.

But when they looked back at them, they realized that when disaster struck, they could only flee or wait to die.

If you happen to encounter a good official, you might be able to save your life and have some food to eat.

Di Qing gazed quietly at the sky, somewhat lost in thought.

If, like in later generations, the people loved and respected the soldiers, and the soldiers helped the people, what a wonderful scene that would be!

However, Di Qing knew that these things from later generations were extremely unrealistic in the present day.

Moreover, what the Song Dynasty needs now is soldiers who can fight.

Looking at his father's appearance, Zhu Yuanzhang thought of what the sky had said: his sister had died young, his eldest grandson had died young, and his own son Biao'er had died young. He also thought of the scenes when his parents, brothers, and sisters-in-law had all died.

He couldn't even imagine how lonely Zhu Yuanzhang would be in the future.

As for the use of soldiers for disaster relief in later generations, Zhu Yuanzhang was already used to it. Later generations were just too kind. But the system was what it was, and the national conditions were different. Old Zhu just muttered a few words.

Ying Zheng also thought of his current army and fell silent. Everything had to be done slowly.

But soon Ying Zheng had an idea: if he could create the image of "I am the country" in everyone's mind, would these soldiers also believe in and be loyal to him as much as they do in later generations?

……

Before the video ended completely, Zhu Qinggu wiped away her tears. When the camera focused on her again, her eyes were still slightly red and her voice was a little hoarse. "It was in such a difficult year as 08 that we welcomed the Olympics."

But even though they were about to talk about something happy, why couldn't she hold back her tears?

Because this land of China has experienced too much humiliation, people yearn to hold their heads high and walk with their backs straight.

"Looking back over the years, we have shed tears of frustration and failure on stage many times, but now we have finally ushered in a new chapter."

Some old images on the sky were swept away and replaced by vibrant colors.

"August 8, 2008, is a moment that all Chinese people will never forget."

"With 20,000 actors, eight months of rehearsals, 30,000 fireworks, 5000 hours of coverage, and the attention of 4 billion people, a viewership miracle has been created in the history of human television."

Zhu Qinggu said emotionally that she didn't want to cut any part of the opening ceremony because every segment was wonderful.

However, some parts still had to be cut, and in the end, only a few tens of minutes of highlights remained.

The suppressed emotions of the ancients under the sky seemed to be released at this moment.

Zhan Tianyou, Liu Changchun... countless Chinese people in those different times and spaces are looking at the sky, and as they look, tears well up in their eyes.

Even Li Shimin and others shed deep tears.

Although that was in later times, they were all people living on the same land and in the same civilization.

Many things are common to each other and can be felt by others.

Inside the Bird's Nest stadium, countless people sat in this massive stadium, and then the lights suddenly went out.

The dazzling Olympic flame shimmered around the Bird's Nest stadium before pouring down, its brilliant and beautiful light activating the sundial and illuminating the entire stadium.

"It's a sundial!" Zhang Heng exclaimed with delight.

[Then the giant drum array composed of 2008 musicians was lit up!]

[2008 musicians struck drums and sang, loudly reciting, "Isn't it a joy to have friends coming from afar!"]

A culture spanning over two thousand years has been passed down at this moment!

Seeing this scene, Zheng Xuan's eyes stung with tears. "What Miss Zhu said is true. In fact, people of later generations have not forgotten."

Great Confucian scholars such as Ma Rong, Cai Yong, and Lu Zhi, looking at the sky from different times and spaces, were deeply moved at this moment.

Such recitations made even Ouyang Xiu, Fan Zhongyan, Su Shi, Wang Anshi, and others tremble with fear and their bodies stiffen.

Overwhelming force, magnificent scale!

This is the Chinese land, which has been dormant for over a hundred years, welcoming friends from afar with ancient rituals!

The countdown, which evolved from striking the earthen jar, was so exciting that people were speechless.

Even those illiterate ancient people, old farmers in the fields, children running around, scholars reading books, women embroidering at home... from commoners to emperors and generals, men, women, young and old, all felt a sense of awe and inspiration from civilization and culture!

Everyone in the sky, including friends from various countries, began to count down together.

And the people under the sky also joined in the countdown.

It's as if I've traveled back to that exciting moment in the future!