History is a wheel that keeps turning here, and the forgotten history will always be remembered.

I am the one who keeps the wheel of history ... let's call it a man! People have been going on for a long time, but life cannot be changed. But there are always so many people moving forward wave after wave, hoping to change history. But that man seems to be something special today.

He is wearing a western-style tuxedo and leather shoes with ringing soles. His shining hair reflects the warm sunshine, and the silver brooch on his chest shines. The shadow of the chandelier cut his gray suit in two. He is not as sneaky and vicious as those unexpected guests in the past. On the contrary, he came to me calmly, tall and elegant. If it weren't for his familiar blood, I would really treat him as a foreigner. By the way, I'm a sheep, one of the 12 zodiac signs of Yuanmingyuan ... Before he finished, I waved impatiently and gave the order of marching out: "History cannot be changed, and the past is fixed, so let's go, I'm going to have lunch soon." I know that 99% of people who come here, whether animals or awakened cultural relics, are trying to change history. After all, there are always some regrets after living all my life. In the face of my impatience, he was still in no hurry. He took a cane chair, sat down slowly and poured a cup of tea. "Twenty-four years after Qianlong, my master Lang Shining made a head of a animal in Haiyan Hall in Yuanmingyuan, representing twelve hours a day. Each bronze statue takes turns to spray water and use water to tell the time. We represent time, just like history. " Is he here to give me a science lesson? I am an old demon who has lived for thousands of years. I don't know this.

"Why change history?" "Because I want to go home!" His eyes are full of hope. I don't know how to explain it: "Some things, even if they are wrong, are not allowed to modify history without permission." I thought about it for a long time, but after all, I just suppressed such a sentence, and now I look really pale. "But what does this have to do with me?" He sighed softly and looked into the distance, looking into the foreign country where his ontology was located. "Countless foreigners passed by me, some glaring, some stopping, and some with ugly smiles. Although I don't know what they are laughing at, my neck hurts, and so does my heart in China. That kind of pain is unforgettable. " He took a sip of tea, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and then said, "For several months, I looked at the East through the glass and missed the moonlight in my hometown. China's endless land is called the mainland by sailors wandering around the world; The strong man climbed the mountain and called her Kyushu; When the hero is in trouble, he calls her Jianghu. I just want to go home! "

He is still wearing that long black British trench coat, but his neatly combed hair is a little messy and his collar is askew, just like a crazy missionary screaming at the top of his lungs in the burning fire.

"You know, we suffer as much as any of you. Our mission is to protect history, even if it is painful, unbearable and sad. " "You? You don't know anything! For the so-called peace, we have repeatedly compromised and made concessions. I should have been guarding time in the elegant manor, but I was ruined beyond recognition by this damn fate! " "I am also a cultural relic. Why can't I understand what you said? " I gave a wry smile and called out the ontology-sundial. Watching day after day has bored me, and the ups and downs of erosion have hurt me, but I choose to keep the wheel of history. "No matter what kind of history, someone must bear it."

"I have never denied that you are heavier than my history." His eyes were wide open, and he didn't know what bright god he saw through the thick clouds. "But I don't understand why you want to." "You bear not only the hardships of history, but also the scars of the nation. The history that happened to you is a warning to the Chinese nation and a lost dignity. " I hung my head and clenched my fist secretly. "This is a history that we need to protect together."

He smiled, but the tears in his eyes slipped uncontrollably: "But … we really, really want to go home." His tears fell to the ground, as if it were a signal, and Qian Qian's shadow slowly emerged, clearly visible: all kinds of porcelain, bronzes, silk, jewelry, classics, etc., all over the room. Their bodies floated out like sheep heads, and their whereabouts are still unknown. "You were forced to drift from place to place, this is history; You will return home in triumph. This is the future. And history is the future of the past. " I face them, the wheels and history with open arms. I said, slowly reaching out to him.

? I only hope that time can judge all the absurdities in the world.