Welcome to pay attention to "Fangzhi Sichuan"!
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A three-dimensional perspective that leaps on top of the mind
Of course
One
Sanxingdui is lyrical with geometry or lines
Thick and thin bronze
Recited by the priests as clouds of lines, colors, and changes
Every expression can be interpreted geometrically and deeply
The lights dimmed, dimmed to a historical gradient
Put your imagination back on the banks of the Duck River, on the mysterious walls
All the masks are resurrected, and the dark clouds on the duck river are rolling
Sensitive neurons
Densely packed in a grand sacrifice
The sky is mysterious, the earth is mysterious
A mysterious symbol cracked in a geometric pictogram pattern
Dancing with the soul of a clan and even a nation
It covers human life and death, eternity, infinity and helplessness
The priest asked for help, and peered into the gathering of wind and clouds in a silent posture
It's a bird
This is a mystery that a bird cannot express
I'm going to go back to reality and look it up
Fragments of the years, how
Let the words collectively lose their memory like fading grass
Two
Solemn footsteps crouched over the wizard's incantations
A mountain is getting lighter
Clairvoyance, downwind ears, walking on the edge of bronze
Bring the imagination beyond time and space into life
Snakes, perhaps, are a kind of agility
The wizard's devious wits could not take away the darkness
Those stagnant times are constantly being tampered with
It was as if useless time was stacked here, and it was written off again
The sun reflects in the metal, reuniting with time into a suspense
The flames of the gathering will be a city
Or the hustle and bustle of a dynasty is lost
The texts of the void are stacked layer by layer into philosophy
The huge copper money tree quickly flipped the prayer
The stars in the night sky are in another language, painted outside the words
Read, the Bronze Age, which has been silent
At this time, the sun was shining outside the museum