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

Right now.

Daqin, Ying Zheng is looking at the picture.

In the Han Dynasty, Gaozu Liu Bang's gaze was solemn.

Great Tang, Li Shimin watched from afar.

The emperors of all dynasties were looking at the sky, and a picture appeared on the golden list.

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Later this year, there was a heavy snowfall in China, which was freezing cold.

The New Youth Press moved to the capital.

Chen Duxiu lowered his head and coughed violently, the teacup in his hand was already cold, but his pen still did not stop.

Everyone else around them was also busy, some were running with materials, some were proofreading for printing, and they began to work hard.

Shirt East.

The rickshaw driver is suffering from frostbite and is still running hard.

The newsboy rarely wore a pair of thick cloth shoes.

A figure dressed in the uniform of a Republican police officer is standing on the street directing, pulling away the frozen stiff beggar.

Warlords large and small, which were also subordinate to the Republic of China, began to rub and fought small-scale scuffles in order to compete for territory.

Kawasaki continued to spy on the territory of China, and several Kawasaki generals dressed in civilian clothes had just left the Northland with maps.

At Fudan Public School, some students stood in the snow and looked at the new youth magazine, thinking about the future of a big country.

The gold list inventory continues.

[In 1915, when heavy snow fell, Li Shutong bid farewell to his friend Xu Xianyuan, who was scattered by the second revolutionary, and sorrow came from it].

Heavy snow, dark sky.

When the cold wind whistled past my ears, my footsteps finally stopped.

Li Shutong looked at the representative of the former Chengnan Literary Society, the top new poet in Shanghai.

is also his best friend, Xu Xianyuan.

It wasn't until he saw the wrinkles on his friend's face that he realized that this year, his friend was thirty-eight years old.

They are no longer the young, singing teenagers they used to be.

"Uncle and brother, my family is bankrupt, we will have a period later."

Xu Xianyuan burst into tears, turned around, and carried the box.

Even my best friend's house never went in, and I drifted away in the wind and snow.

Li Shutong stood in the heavy snow, watching his back disappear into the snow, standing for an hour

Miss Ye Zi shouted on the side, but Li Shutong finally did not speak, only felt that sadness was like a tide, drowning him.

The tears of the friend's farewell were spilled on the spot, as if imprinted in the bottom of the heart.

At that moment, he turned back, closed the door, and let Miss Ye play the piano.

The heart is full of sorrow, tears in the eyes, the pen is lifted, and it falls.

"Outside the Long Pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue... Ask Jun when he will come, and when he comes, he will not linger. "

The dissipation of an era is destined to be accompanied by sacrifice, some sacrifice life, some sacrifice feelings.

At this moment, the snow became thicker and heavier, as if it wanted to bury everything.

Inventory text expansion.

[Cai Yuanpei was appointed president of Jingcheng University, supporting the New Culture Movement, advocating academic research, advocating freedom of thought, and inclusiveness].

The screen appears.

It's still a cold winter with heavy snowfall.

Unwilling to cooperate with the Republic of China ruled by Yuan Shikai, Cai Yuanpei, who resigned from the Ministry of Education and went to the Fa Kingdom, finally returned to his homeland.

At this moment, Cai Yuanpei raised his head and looked at the school gate in front of him.

The gate in the heavy snow already looks a little vicissitudes.

Young people in school uniforms come and go.

Some people in this school said that the atmosphere was very bad, the student did not do his job, and the teacher visited the land of the wind and moon and advised him not to insult his reputation.

Cai Yuanpei's voice was very soft, as if telling himself.

"We really start with education, and we can turn our country into a safe place."

"The world is chaotic and the times are difficult, and it will be a new hope for students to grow up."

"I would love to see the light here."

The heavy snow and haze can't stop the vitality of the students.

Cai Yuanpei held the information and walked into the school.

His back was straight, like a flag in this biting cold, more like a little flame, swaying, refusing to extinguish.

The students around him came and went, and at that moment, Cai Yuanpei saw a magazine.

It seems that many of these students are watching, discussing, and waving their arms excitedly.

Shang Poster's "New Youth"

Cai Yuanpei was also watching, and he saw one of the articles, signed, Chen Duxiu.

The gold list text continues.

[Li Dazhao met Zhang Shizhao in Kawasaki and wrote for "Jia Yin Monthly", Zhang Shizhao appreciated Li Dazhao's thoughts, so the two formed a deep friendship].

At that time.

Capital.

Li Dazhao went home, shaking off the wind and snow, and patting the icy cold.

He still had his previous manuscript in his hand, ready to go back to the study to sort it out, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

That's right, Zhang Shizhao, who returned to China this time, founded the "Jia Yin Daily" again and contacted him as soon as possible.

The previous Koin monthly magazine was stopped after its tenth issue.

But the enlightenment of thought is by no means something that can be waited for by looking at it from the wall.

China can't afford to wait.

Her daughter Xinghua was still young, less than seven years old, and saw Li Dazhao come home and walked over.

"What did you go for?"

Facing his daughter, Li Dazhao took her hand and squatted down, his eyes soft but serious.

"I went to contribute."

"Why go to writing, it's snowing outside."

Li Dazhao was silent for a moment and looked out the window.

"Child, it's snowing in China, we're sweeping snow, and when you grow up, you'll sweep snow too."

"When the snow is swept clean, when the troubled times will pass."

The child nodded understandingly.

Li Dazhao returned to the study and took out the new youth magazine.

He looked at the brand-new remarks above, and there was hope in his eyes.

He is waiting for the publication of new youth newspapers and periodicals, waiting for the awakening of the Chinese nation, waiting for them to find a new road together.

The gold list text appears.

[This year, at the suggestion of Li Dazhao, Chen Duxiu, who founded a new youth magazine, decided to officially develop in Beijing].

Capital.

Liu Bannong, who had participated in the first founding of the Republic of China Revolution, studied under Qian Xuantongdu of Zhang Taiyan.

At this moment, Liu Bannong spoke.

"Strange to say, in the land of the capital, these literati will not leave when they come, no matter how poor they live here."

Chen Duxiu smiled and spoke: "Why?" "

Qian Xuantong, who was sitting on the side, looked serious: "Fish and dragons are mixed, all-encompassing, opportunities and risks coexist, Brother Zhongfu, this "New Youth" is like a fire in today's winter, lighting the light of hope for the revitalization of China, and we are all followers of this torch." "

At this moment, Chen Duxiu also nodded seriously.

"Du Xiu came this time to greet everyone, help "New Youth", and make this fire more prosperous."

When he heard Qian Xuantong's proposal to let Chen Duxiu move the new youth to the capital, Chen Duxiu spoke.

"Can the new youth gain a foothold in the capital?"

Liu Bannong also nodded fiercely.

"It's not just a foothold, based on the capital, looking at the whole country, and carrying forward!"

Chen Duxiu thought of Li Dazhao's proposal.

"The purpose of the new youth is to create a new generation."

"What is a newcomer? New students, new workers, new peasants, new bureaucrats, all strata must be transformed so that society can change. "

At this moment, he looked at the capital, and the wind started at the end of the slightly.

Even though he was lonely, he understood that this era needed the expansion of new youth.

Finally, Chen Duxiu made up his mind and spoke in a low voice.

"Then move the new youth to the capital, start from the capital, and create a new generation of people!"

The robe swayed in the wind, Chen Duxiu carried his hands on his back, faced with the heavy snow, and the road of ideological enlightenment began.

On the gold list, a new inventory appeared.

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[In 1915, Zhao Shiyan was admitted to the Affiliated High School of the Beijing Higher Normal School, and under the influence of the new youth sponsored by Chen Duxiu, he devoted himself to the New Culture Movement, and met Li Dazhao and others, and participated in the editing of many progressive publications such as "Civilian Weekly", anti-imperialist and anti-feudal ideas].

The screen expands.

Two years ago, the capital welcomed a student with a finger wrapped.

He stood in the crowd, looking inconspicuous, but those eyes, looking at the capital in front of him burningly, and then lowered his head to look at the new youth magazine in his hand.

His name is Zhao Shiyan.

After fierce resistance to the previous Twenty-One Covenant of the Alien Race, he came to the capital after writing the blood book.

He knew that he should join the new youth, and Mr. Chen Duxiu was right, only by creating a new generation of people can he see the hope of China.

He wanted to see the future of this nation too much.

He did join the New Youth, and as he joined the New Culture Movement, he hosted Work-Study

Now, in the middle of the night, he lowered his head, but the pen in his hand did not stop, and even the more he wrote, the more excited he became.

He is discussing the future of China and looking for a new path.

"Today, there are many ills in Chinese society, bureaucrats, chaebols, warlords, called the Republic of China, which is really divided."

"China should choose a new path, the most fair, the most equal, without warlords, chaebols, and advanced ideas in racial boundaries."

This young man, who in the face of twenty-one articles in the past, could only write blood books with a broken finger in grief and indignation, gradually matured.

I also finally realized that in order to save the country, in addition to a passion for blood, what needs to be changed is the thinking of every Chinese compatriot.

Mr. Chen Duxiu is doing it, Mr. Li Dazhao is also doing it, Mr. Zhang Shizhao, Mr. Qian Xuantong....

They are all trying their best to start paving the way, experimentation, trial and error

"Hope in everyone in China."

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Han dynasty.

Dong Zhongshu's pupils contracted, and his hand tightly clutched his sleeve, shocked.

What did he see?

Because a group of people can't see the future of a big country, they have created a new generation with their own hands, and with the huge number of Chinese people, they brainstorm and think about how to find the road suitable for China!

"In this era, there have been too many proud sons for heaven, which is extraordinary!"

Daqin.

Li Si looked at the figure that appeared on the gold list, and he was suddenly stunned.

When a country has people who begin to awaken every people, when these people awaken their minds, stand up, and continue to appeal.

He didn't dare to imagine what a magnificent world it would be.

What's more, there is more than one person who shouts.

Chen Duxiu, Li Dazhao, Qian Xuantong, Liu Bannong, Zhao Shiyan......

More and more people are thinking about the country's future path.

"When it is really a hundred schools of thought contending, the times are bitter!"

——————

Right now.

New text appears in the gold list inventory.

[On January 1, 1917, Hu Shi launched a literary reform movement, and Cai Yuanpei began to welcome Hu Shi while preparing to continue to invite Chen Duxiu to come

The screen expands.

This year, Hu Shi, who had just returned from overseas, sat in his office and looked at the vernacular poems he had written.

Yes, vernacular poetry.

The twenty-six-year-old young man wore glasses and spoke seriously.

"Now overthrow the old era, the old system, advocate the creation of new youth, create a new generation, how to create?"

"It is obviously not feasible for those who let them continue to read classical Chinese and begin to read from the four books and five sutras, otherwise they will not be able to read allusions."

Hu Shi, who has always been silent, has been silently thinking about this path for a long time.

He had also seen other people's revolutionary approaches to politics and institutions, but he knew that it was not his path, that it was too dangerous, too foggy

He will work hard to find the right path for China.

But he chose it.

"I want people to be able to read."

At this moment, Cai Yuanpei looked at the young man as if he saw another brand new path.

The golden list is majestic, and the people of all dynasties, merchants, emperors, and courtiers are watching.

The inventory continues.

[On February 1, 1917, "New Youth" published the first batch of vernacular poems, openly expressing its position on the old morality and culture, with Chen Duxiu as the commander, Hu Shi and others as the standard-bearers, and blatantly launched a war against feudal ideology].

The picture is shocking!

This moment.

Chen Duxiu raised his head and looked at Zhao Shiyan and Hu Shi in front of him.

He no longer supported the new youth alone, but gradually gathered a group of fellow believers.

"The reason why China's political revolutions have been made three times is still shady and has not seen the light of day is entirely because the old ethics and morality entrenched in the spirit of the Chinese people are the shackles of thinking handed down for more than 2,000 years and today!"

He knew what it meant to publish a literary revolution on the New Youth.

In this era when the Qing Dynasty has just collapsed and is full of benevolence and righteousness and morality, the old pedants of the whole country will not watch the statue of Kong Meng pushed into their hearts!

The warlords will not watch them break through the high ranks of these warlords!

"We will be targeted by warlords, but we are fearless."

"Thinking must be reformed, it must be reformed!"

At this moment he was extremely determined.

Beijing, on the streets.

A young student chanted: "Tear down the banal extravagant classical literature and build a fresh and honest realistic literature..."

The elderly reader with pigtails on the side blushed and roared as he spoke.

"Who wrote this, trite? The morality of benevolence and righteousness handed down by the ancestors has now become old-fashioned, and the great rebellion is not the way, and the great rebellion is not the way! "

The newsboy raised his hand and shouted.

"New youth, new ideas, tear down the sycophant aristocratic literature, and build an easy lyrical national literature!"

The Republican officer on the side watched this scene and clenched his fists

"Sycophancy, these literati, what a big boldness!"

At this moment, the literary revolutionary group, the new youth, officially wanted to enlighten the mind, and began to become the beginning of a hundred schools of thought.

And then, the era officially began.

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