Collecting China: I live broadcast history and talk about ancient and modern times

Old man Dong Changping smiled casually.

He said lightly: "Don't underestimate the group of people in front of you, their future will be the mainstay of the historical and literary world.

Do you really think that I will gather a group of people who have no achievements in front of you?

The people who can sit here to meet you have a talent for history that is easy for ordinary people!"

Xiao Xian was suddenly stunned.

Liu Xuexue said next to him: "What Lao Dong said is not wrong, this group of people is not only talented, but also has a good character!

Similar to those who study history with selfish intentions, none of you here are that kind of people.

That's why the two of us dare to praise you in front of them without reservation.

And they throw you like a javelin, and then stab them straight in the heart.

On top of their ideological level, they have left a strong and dazzling stroke!

" Xiao Xian smiled bitterly and said: "Sometimes it is too good, and it may not be a good thing, because it is always used as a gun by others!"

Liu Xue and Dong Changping, the two old men, both laughed when they heard this.

The atmosphere in the conference room was peaceful.

After about two more hours, the mini-symposium was over.

In fact, it can't be regarded as a symposium, it is just a good reputation.

The equivalent of a work on the subject of a debate.

That night, Xiao Xian flew back on a plane.

He needs to prepare the next script, the Three Emperors and Five Emperors chapter series.

Compared with the chapter of the Seven Sons of the Pre-Qin Dynasty, the creation process of this series is more difficult.

He needs to lay out a list of questions and start a conversation in an organized and logical manner.

However, the period of the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors was too far away from the present after all.

There are a lot of things that have been lost.

It was also one of the most difficult aspects of his creative process.

When he returned home that night, Xiao Xian began to create.

I worked until after 12 o'clock, and some of the copywriters and manuscripts were written repeatedly.

The trash can is already full of waste paper.

However, there are still some flaws in the way of thinking.

Xiao Xian moved his shoulders and neck to the window, and he quietly looked at the night outside the window.

Tonight's Hangzhou is still brightly lit, and everyone is busy running for their own survival.

The pressures of life and the pressures of society are acting at the same time in today's era.

It adds a richer color to everyone's life.

However, the era is an era after all, and even if the colors of life are more abundant, it cannot save everyone's own suffering in their hearts.

And now people are also struggling to survive.

It seems that there is an inexplicable force behind the development of the entire humanities, to live, to work, to create, and to imagine according to the vision in their hearts.

Xiao Xian suddenly realized a question, is the so-called dream the product of some people's manipulation?

This idea has just risen, and it has been completely denied by Xiao Xian.

Dreams should be the main source of motivation for a person to fight against this society.

Because dreams are the main way forward to change one's cognition and change one's life in the real sense.

So, why do people still have so much suffering?

He has broadcast so many episodes of Classic Huaxia live, hoping that all people can change their perception of life through their own programs.

But manpower is sometimes exhausted, his strength is limited after all, and the light and heat that a show can exert are also limited.

This simply does not solve the fundamental problem.

Xiao Xian continued to look at the night outside the window, the colorful colors above the earth, echoing the stars hidden in the darkness in the distant sky.

A huge sense of visual contrast suddenly rushed into his eyes for no reason.

Suddenly, Xiao Xian seemed to see a pattern that could not be simulated and painted above the dark firmament.

That pattern seems to be shrouded in today's Chinese society, imprinting the shadow of every life in it, and all social principles seem to be hidden in it.

Xiao Xian felt something, he continued to raise his gaze to look over, and the light of the pattern seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

Could it be that all this is an inevitable event that all people in this era should experience?

A figure slowly appeared in his mind, and that figure appeared in his mind against the background of a huge gossip figure, which could no longer linger...