2014-8-17 19:15
Pompeii was built in the 8th century BC. Blue sea, blue sky, tile houses, market.
In 89 BC, Rome occupied Pompeii. Killing, gore, slavery, gladiatorial fighting.
From 89-79 BC, the Roman eagle emblem spread rapidly, from material to spiritual. Since then, Pompeii has stepped into prosperity, singing, seeking pleasure, and corruption. Only ten years.
79.8.24 BC, the eruption of the volcano next to Pompeii. Lava, ash, collapse, burial. A large amount of thick volcanic ash obscured the blue sky and day, proclaiming that Pompeii died on that day.
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On August 16, 2014, I was sitting in the movie theater watching
The story takes place during the Roman occupation of Pompeii. All the eyes touched were gray light, red blades and blood-soaked rotting dirt, the Romans conquering and killing. They use force to subdue the enemy, and the only thing that would rather die than surrender is massacre. This time it was the turn of the Celts, a nation of knights. The Ten Commandments of Knights: "Honor, Faith..." Do not allow them to surrender. Black sky, black earth and black face. It was a grand funeral. However, a young boy survived. He climbed out of the dead and tried to escape, but was quickly captured and became a slave.
This is how fate begins.
Seventeen years later, the slave has grown into a gladiator. The square arena is connected to the sky, and under the hood of the downpour, it is gradually diluted with the blood left by the people who died in the previous battle. The people in the surrounding stands were leaning against the soft chairs, sipping a little wine, and appreciating the deaths with grace. The little boy who shrank back then now has sharp eyebrows and deep eye sockets. Tick tick, the rain slid down his distinct muscular lines. The hand rises and the knife falls, bend over, kick the leg, turn sideways, swing the fist. A victory, or rather, he saw the sun tomorrow.
The only remaining Celtics are very good, he needs to "perform" in a larger arena. On the way to the city, I met Miss Cassia, the daughter of the lord of Pompeii. A horse pulling the cart neighed and fell on the muddy road. The screaming people were desolate. The Celts struggled and said, "How can you ignore the pain of the horse?" So Cassia agreed with him to rescue the horse. . And the Celtics held the horse's neck after he crouched down, one, two, three. Click. The horse is dead. Before leaving, Kasia thanked him, she said, this is the best way to solve the pain, thank you. I realized later that this was really a metaphorical suggestion.
in Pompeii. A prosperous, push the cup for a cup, the paper is drunk and gold fans.
The oval arena is magnificent. There are intricate patterns carved on the pillars, which have spread to the entire arena. It is preparing to accept a grand "game" to satisfy the Romans' sense of blood and conquest.
At this moment, the Roman congressmen are coercing Cassia to marry him and be his wife. Even at the risk of her family's life. It can be seen from this that endless killings, boundless victories, and endless conquests finally brought Rome's inner corruption. A nation on iron hoofs should have its own beliefs, not indulge in sensuality. You can build a layer of armor on the outside of a fruit, but you can't resist the rot in his heart. So did Rome, and so did Pompeii.
The day of the gladiatorial fight. Crying in the arena. The ancient and primitive fights stirred up a sense of vanity in people's hearts. Screaming in desperation, waving his arms. Meanwhile, the crater is puffing with smoke. The nearby river boils and burns. The land collapsed all the way from the foot of the mountain, bursting into bottomless ravines.
On that day, that moment. Cheers at the top when the volcano erupted.
The tongues of fire, the thick smoke that covered the sky, the scattered volcanic ash, and collapsed houses were everywhere, all of which declared that the wrath of the gods was the end of Pompeii.
Even the heavens can't stand the corruption under Pompeii's prosperity. The so-called politics is just to hide people's eyes for fun, and to put on the name of justice. How civilized it was back then, how corrupt it is now.
Distress, wailing, death. falling apart. No city has ever been so completely destroyed as Pompeii. Buried deep in the ground, without seeing the light of day.
Gladiators and parliamentarians, commoners and royalty, slaves and nobles, were finally swallowed up by the magma carrying a little spark for the first and last time. Turned into sculpture, turned into ashes, and finally disappeared.
Just like that horse, when the pain is so deep that it cannot be cured, it is destroyed. This is the best solution to the pain.
AD.79.8.24. Pompeii died. Die in nature, but also in prosperity.
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