All the emperors stand up and watch the stars of mankind shine

Now the gold list shines under the dynasties.

Da Tang.

Guo Ziyi, who had just finished participating in the martial arts and was named the chief of the left guard, looked up.

The golden words in the sky made this young man who was determined to guard the Great Tang stunned.

"Those who volunteered to revolutionize never imagined how great this Congress was."

"For an unknown goal, so....."

Northern song dynasty.

Liquan Temple.

Four-year-old Fan Zhongyan held porridge cakes in his hand and didn't even read a book.

He just stared at the words on the gold list in complexity.

"Victory in resistance is not inevitable, building China is not inevitable, and not being a slave to the country is not inevitable."

"These people never know if they will really succeed, but even if it is just in case, they are willing to use their flesh and blood to make a way for future generations."

Southern song dynasty.

Some people laugh at themselves for fighting so hard when they fight, this is not their own world.

The young Yue Fei was just silent.

This mountain and river, how is it not?

At this moment, young people of different generations are chanting these words.

Suddenly, one after another, fiery eyes looked at the sky at different times, red as a flame.

"Fire is fire, everything is not needed."

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This year, Zhou Shuren taught in the academy, and at the same time followed his teacher Zhang Taiyan in the Guangfu Society, constantly publishing revolutionary articles.

Thirty-year-olds, and one of the bloody people of this era.

He began to think about literature.

China is in an increasingly difficult situation.

Several young compatriots around him finally had despair in their eyes, countless failures, bloodshed, in exchange for what?

So in a student debate - is there really salvation in this country? Do we want to use the power of outsiders?

Negative compatriots asked: "Is there really a need for revolution?" "

Looking at his negative compatriots, Zhou Shuren suddenly felt lonely.

In the room, he closed his eyes, and in a flash, they opened.

At that moment, this young figure, brilliant, he scolded angrily!

"If you are not willing to be ahead, please follow the line;

If you are not willing to follow the team, please watch on the side of the road;

If you don't want to watch on the side of the road, please shout silently;

If you can't do this, please silently close your eyes, sit back and enjoy the rights we have won for you;

If you can't do that, put away your mocking and dismissive gaze.

We are also fighting for your sunshine! "

The words are sonorous, deafening!

Yes, even if you do nothing, do not mock and ignore those who shed blood for the sake of the revolution and for the sake of other Chinese people.

The thirty-year-old young figure clenched his fists, and the blood vessels in his arms were bulging with the hot boiling of his chest.

The revolution can not be at the forefront, it can not follow the ranks, it can not even look.

However, no one can deny that this light does not belong to revolutionaries, but to 40,000 Chinese compatriots!

The scene was silent.

No one responded.

Under the eyes of these negative compatriots, Zhou Shuren did not see even a glimmer of light.

He was worried and disappointed.

From Kawasaki back to Japan, from abandoning the idea of medical salvation to the present.

All he saw was confusion and obedience.

He is not disgusted.

The pen in his hand moved again, hoping to try to awaken China.

Even if he is alone, he must be lonely to pick up the pen!

Teacher Zhang Taiyan looked at this shocking scene, looked at the brilliant young man in the darkness and sinking, and finally spoke.

"Your time is coming."

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In the sky, the gold list inventory continued.

[On October 22, the Changsha Uprising broke out, Changsha declared independence, established the Hunan Military Government, and the Shaanxi New Army captured Xi'an].

[On October 30, the day after Cai Wei's successful uprising in Kunming, the Qing court was killed, and the governor Li Jingxi sent Cai Wei away because Cai Wei was his old subordinate

[On December 13, Governor Cai Wei advocated the organization and establishment of the Republic of China].

[On November 27, the Qing army fell to Hanyang, and Yuan Shikai proposed peace between the north and the south].

[On December 29, Mr. Sun returned to China, 17 provinces voted to elect the general marshal of the Republic of China, and Mr. Sun was elected interim general marshal with 16 votes].

———

Now.

Big Han.

Liu Xun, the Han Xuan Emperor who had just become clear about Empress Huo's family, looked at the golden list in the sky and looked shocked.

Even the young emperor's voice was a little unbelievable.

"Knocked down?"

Really hit down!

How is it possible to belong to the country of the people!

Jin Dynasty.

Sima Chi, the emperor of Jinhuai, who had just been captured to Pingyang, raised his head at this moment and looked at the sky.

"Is their kingdom about to be established?"

"But now in the future life, the so-called Republic of China is extremely chaotic, there are divisions, there is the Qing court, there is the Republic of China, and there are overseas foreign forces."

"Ideologically, some people advocate the Republic of China, some advocate constitutional monarchy, and some advocate self-reliance, which is too chaotic."

"Can they really succeed?"

Mr. Sun is back.

From the anti-Qing revolution, to being wanted by the Qing court, Kawasaki expelled.

He crossed Hong Kong Island all the way to the South Seas, and was displaced.

But, finally back.

At this moment, the sky was still gray.

Mr. Sun looked up, looked at the layer of haze, and faintly seemed to have a hint of sunlight.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his gaze fell on the faces that had come to welcome him.

Students, workers, businessmen, farmers....

Some people are childish, some people are wrinkled.

"Okay, better."

He stood here alone, looking lonely at this ancient building known as the Republic of China.

Hundreds of years ago, it was called the Jiangning Weaving Office of the Qing Dynasty, and later became the Jiangnan Governor's Office and the Liangjiang Governor's Office.

During the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, this was the Heavenly King's Mansion occupied by those beings who rose up.

Today, this place is called the Provisional Grand Marshal's Mansion, the Executive Yuan of the Republic of China.

Time flies, the times change, Mr. Sun looks at those pictures sunk in history, from emotion to his eyes gradually resolute.

Today, this will be the beginning of a new era.

At that time.

Chen Duxiu, who was far away in Kawasaki, received an invitation from Dr. Sun Yat-sen to be the secretary general of the Governor's Office and the director of the higher school.

It was raining heavily outside.

In the bed cabin, Chen Duxiu, dressed as a scholar, looked at the dark night from a distance through the porthole.

There is no light outside.

He just leaned against the porthole and watched from afar, and he saw the chaos.

But he did not close his eyes, he watched many people deliberately declare independence, not at all for revolution, but to become warlords.

"Has the reform really succeeded?"

Chen Duxiu seemed to be asking the revolutionaries, and seemed to be asking himself.

He suddenly realized that this was only the beginning, yes, the creation of the Republic of China was only the beginning.

The times have not changed, the name has changed, but people are still backward.

He thought of before leaving, his friend Yi Baisha looked at the invitation letter in his hand, his eyes firm.

"You should go, the Republic of China is your time."

"This nation, the road of this revolution, has just begun."

So on this day, a reader crossed the ocean from Kawasaki and returned to China.

On the gold list, the inventory began again.

[Mr. Sun's arrival in China and his appointment as the provisional general marshal of China meant that the revolution had entered a new era, and revolutionaries who hoped for national progress had their own country for the first time].

The picture also appears.

In prison, at the age of thirty-five, because of the previous rebellion, Liu Jingan, a member of the alliance, was wearing a prison uniform, and her violent coughing brought pain like a burning fire in her chest.

The throat is also like a needle prick, with a little bloodshot.

This is his fifth year in prison.

Perennially humid, mossy walls, the stench and rust that accumulates in the corners, and many flies hover in them.

The food on the ground was already tasty, mixed with the strong stench of sweat, pouring into the nasal cavity.

Despite the extreme cough, he was still pale and puffy, and only one pair of eyes were red from congestion, which was a pathology brought about by years of not seeing the light of day.

The footsteps marching outside the window were dense and enthusiastic, and from time to time they erupted into deafening cheers.

At this moment, Liu Jingan listened to the heaven-shaking roar outside, like a crazy vent of emotions, he covered his mouth, hobbled to his feet, and tried to suppress his cough.

"What's going on outside?"

The jailer spoke, unconcerned.

"The revolutionary party established the Republic of China, occupied Jinling, and the imperial court is negotiating."

Liu Jingan shook.

The reader then laughed, like a real maniac, dancing in the dark.

"It worked, it worked!"

Although there is still a long way to go, the country that belongs to the people has a prototype!

After a moment, Liu Jingan finally lost his strength, but he was still laughing, curled up on the wet floor, and whispered.

"Mr. Tan Sitong, Mr. Zou Rong... We did it. "

He knew that his time was running out, and at this moment, many pictures seemed to appear in front of him.

He thought of when he told the soldiers about national righteousness in the Qing court.

I thought of the establishment of a science tuition institute that year, and the spirit of holding an uprising in conjunction with the Huaxing Society.

The thought of using public instruments for private use in the church's reading room and quietly disseminating revolutionary ideological articles is inexorable.

I also thought about that year, and wanted to respond to the Pingliuli Uprising with that teenager.

After being betrayed by the traitors, they faced those severe tortures, and their flesh and skin bloomed, but those Qing soldiers could not help themselves, they could only watch themselves win over those fellow prisoners in prison and continue the revolution.

On the wet ground, Liu Jingan's eyes gradually dimmed, but the cheers in her ears grew louder.

There was shouting outside, and this time, he heard clearly.

"The Great Qing is dead, the Republic of China is re-established, and a new era is coming!"

.....

Liu Jing'an's original name was Zhenyi. In 1906, he presided over the founding of the Japanese Notification Association, and was elected as the director general, liaising with the military, academic, gentry, and business circles. He soon joined the League in response to the Pingliuli Uprising, and was falsely accused by traitors and arrested in 1907. In 1909 he was sentenced to permanent imprisonment, where he continued to study, unite his fellow inmates, and propagate revolutionary activities in the name of the Iron Blood. In 1911, he was tortured and died in prison.

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Daming.

The young man on the side of the seat looked at the golden list.

Inexplicably, the chest beat as if accelerating with the cheering people of another era.

"It worked, they really did."

The young man's name was Yu Qian, and at this moment he stood up, his eyes full of respect, looking at the cold corpse in front of him.

Northern song dynasty.

In the fence, there is now silence.

On the gold list, there is a large area of sunlight outside the window, and the people rush to tell each other.

Inside the window was damp and muddy, and a reader died silently on the day the revolution really began.

The intense light and shadow seem to divide this world in two.

There are businessmen, people, and scholars in the audience.

I don't know who it was, his eyes were red, and he choked out.

Immediately, the cries spread, and they became one after another.

The other side.

Daming, young Qi Jiguang also raised his head.

He poured a glass of wine, poured it on the ground, his eyes burning, and fell on the dead figure curled up in the sludge, with admiration.

"Good boy."

"Let's go!"

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[On the day Liu Jing'an died, the Republic of China had just been established, and he didn't know how far the next road would be, and he couldn't hold on].

[Let the next generation relay, only cheers remain in the ears].

Long live China

[New world will appear...?] 】

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