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

——

The courtiers of various dynasties witnessed the golden list, the rampant writing.

[On January 28, 1918, the revolutionaries of Tsarist Russia returned from exile and formed their own party army].

[On March 5, 1918, Jiang Guangtou received a telegram from Mr. Sun and rushed to Yangcheng, where he was used for the first time

].

[On September 20, 1917, Jiang Guangtou sent Mr. Sun a battle plan for the Northern Army, and in October of the same year, he sent another battle plan, which attracted Mr. Sun's attention and walked to the stage for the first time].

On the gold list, the inventory continues, this time the picture.

Chen Duxiu's two children, Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian, two teenagers, carried their luggage and watched the crowd.

The next moment, a rickshaw slowly arrived.

Chen Duxiu got out of the car.

This old father carried his luggage and busily helped them put it with his back.

This time, I sent my two children to study in the country of Fang.

Chen Qiaonian and Chen Yannian clenched their fists.

"We're not leaving."

"Yes, we will not go, we will also be a new generation of young people and do our best for the front of China!"

Looking at the two real Chinese young generations, Chen Duxiu's expression was complicated.

Isn't what he is waiting for is this era, the last hope?

The path he has spent half his life groping out hopes will all be in these younger children.

But what it meant to stay, he knew.

Chen Duxiu was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

He didn't know what the next era would be, but he could feel that this era must be very tragic.

Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian stretched out their hands and hugged their father tightly.

This is the first hug between father and son since Chen Duxiu left home after the revolution, resulting in his cousin being tortured and his grandparents being left for funeral.

Chen Duxiu closed his eyes, sighed deeply, stretched out his hand, and also hugged his two sons, the new youth of China.

"Good."

"Find your way together."

Find a new path for China together.

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Right now.

Daqin.

Qin Shi Huang Huan Zheng calmly looked at the father and son who hugged at the station.

The vicissitudes of face and the young face seem to cross an era, hugging tightly.

"These two children should also be a new batch of successors."

"Tan Sitong, Mr. Sun, Chen Duxiu, passed down from generation to generation, who is the master of ups and downs?"

The other side.

Daming.

Zhu Yuanzhang was also watching, silent.

In his mind, what appeared was the general trend of this era.

Restoration, warlords, revolution....

Ideas, literature, politics....

Foreign, civil strife.

The chaos of this era is far more rotten than when he founded the Ming Dynasty.

"This country is really a great change that has not been seen in a thousand years."

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The picture continues.

Li Dazhao finally left the capital.

Gangnam.

He looked at the state of the provinces now, and gradually frowned.

In the study, Li Dazhao found that whether it was the pseudo-conciliation theory of the pigtail soldiers, pseudo-nationalism, or Liang Qichao's reformism, he could see the most essential shadow.

After joining politics, it can be concluded that the biggest problem with these contradictions lies in Western democracy and parliamentary politics.

Copying the system under Western conditions will not work in China.

Under the balcony.

There are middle-aged people who refuse to throw away their braids and claim to wait for their court to be restored.

Some warlords came on horseback, taxed money, and even did not hesitate to directly hurt people and rob the people.

The child on the side of the road knelt there, ignorantly placing the bowl, holding his sister, and only holding the pitch-black steamed bun in his hand.

On November 11th, winter is coming.

Li Dazhao returned north to the capital and gave up the opportunity for a friend to recommend him to be an official.

At this moment, his eyes brightened and he realized.

Only intellectual enlightenment and revolution were right, and this time, he embarked on a completely new path.

Li Dazhao returned to the capital and returned to Peking University, where he taught.

Now, in the room, Li Dazhao proposed the results he had obtained, and his ideological enlightenment joined the revolution.

But Hu Shi is still resolute.

Looking at Li Dazhao's argument, Hu Shi's brows furrowed.

"Political issues belong to power trading, dirty games, what does it have to do with learning?"

Li Dazhao raised his head, his eyes burning, and insisted on his point of view.

"If we enlighten our thinking and detach ourselves from commenting on current affairs, it is empty talk and misleading the country."

The two looked at each other,-for-tat.

They all know that it is a debate about groping for progress in practice.

Hu Shi apparently disagreed with Li Dazhao.

"Beiyang and the southern provinces are opposites, should the new youth also discuss whether the two provinces want to fight? Is this still science? "

Faced with Hu Shi's question, Li Dazhao shook his head and thought of the scene he saw in Jiangnan.

"China needs to find a direction and a path, and this needs to be discussed."

"I watched the October Revolution in Tsarist Russia, which was seized by armed force, and this is a new path."

However, what responded to him was just Hu Shi's sentence to change the soup without changing the medicine.

This time, Li Dazhao did not regress.

"Their revolutionary program is different from the previous armed seizure."

Chen Duxiu sat on the side, watching the two arguing endlessly, did not speak, but heard this and chose to speak.

"I am also interested in the revolution in Tsarist Russia."

Hu Shi's attitude gradually softened.

What kind of road China wants to take, and what kind of road is suitable for the current national conditions, is not only a dispute between politics and learning.

This is what every Chinese people needs to think about, and it is also the way out for this land.

Chen Duxiu nodded and spoke again.

"Not talking about politics, just means not engaging in political struggle, but cultural and ideological enlightenment is essentially part of the political category, and what we need to do now is to liberate the Chinese people from the old thinking."

Hu Shi and Li Dazhao finally calmed down the argument.

At this moment, Li Dazhao joined the new youth magazine and began to explore a new path.

——

The gold list inventory continues.

[The chaos of this era surpassed that of the late Qing Dynasty, but more and more people began to move forward and find a new path for the country in their own way].

The screen appears.

Nowadays, inside the study.

Zhou Shuren looked down at the newspaper, and the bone knuckles holding the newspaper turned white from the force.

If he had to describe today's China, all he could think of was numbness and ignorance, and scattered sand.

He continues to ponder how to change the situation.

He thought of what Qian Xuantong had said to him.

Not all hopeless.

If there is even a little hope, he must continue.

Shao Xing Guild Hall Supplement Tree Book House.

Chen Duxiu, Li Dazhao's, Qian Xuantong, and Zhou Zuoren are there.

Speaking of the current situation, Zhou Shuren clenched his fists.

"The times are depressed and rotten, these years, from the first revolution to the second revolution, Yuan Shikai's restoration, Zhang Xun's restoration, what I see is that this era is rotten and there is no cure!"

At this moment, he was not talking highly, but angry.

Yes, the anger in Zhou Shuren's eyes was only because of the disappointment of this era.

Some are sober, some are sunk, the sober are left alone, the sinking ....

He remembered those people's blood steamed buns again.

Knowing that these people had come to invite him as the chief writer of the new youth, he spoke again and did not hesitate to criticize the new youth.

"First, you advocate the vernacular language, but you yourself use the semi-classical language; second, you promote the vernacular language but you have no means to like it; third, you attack the three principles of Confucianism, but you talk loudly and empty about the big reason, which is useless."

But it is undeniable that at this moment, Zhou Shuren's heart was moved.

Is there a better way to awaken the numb people and save the country than the new youth magazine?

If you want to save the country, how can you be left alone!

At the invitation of Chen Duxiu, at this moment, Zhou Shuren officially joined the new youth and became the chief writer of the newspaper and periodical.

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This moment.

Daming.

Zhang Juzheng of this time and space, in a high position, shrouded the Daming military and government with one hand, and slept at night, only for the revival of Daming.

At this moment, he looked at the golden list, and envy suddenly appeared in his tired eyes.

In that era, a group of people are also seeking change, a new life.

Despite the extreme hardships, they are not alone.

"I really want to join them."

The other side.

Three Kingdoms.

Shu Han.

Zhuge Liang, who was preparing for the Northern Expedition, looked at the picture as if he had seen that magnificent era with his own eyes.

Decay and rebirth coexist, darkness and light intertwined.

He increasingly looked forward to what kind of unimaginable country would be created by such a person who was suppressed to the extreme.

"If I were in that era, I would definitely join you."

——————

The gold list picture continues.

This time, on the picture of the Republic of China, it is rare that there is no such desolation.

It's the Spring Festival.

In the heavy snow, the occasional sound of firecrackers sounds, although it is only sporadic but still brings a touch of vitality to the heart.

Facing the greeting of friends to celebrate the New Year together, Li Dazhao took Zhao Shiyan and shook his head.

"We're going to go somewhere else for the Spring Festival."

At that moment, his gaze carried a trace of irrepressible excitement.

The Tsarist revolutions he had seen before had a clue.

He has to practice.

Beijing, Changxin shop shed.

A bearded figure wearing a long robe sits with a figure wearing a short beating and full of patches.

A worker named Ge Shugui chopped pork dumplings and entertained the readers.

These are all distinguished guests, and he has never seen a reader who does not dislike his people.

Many other workers are also there.

Hearing these workers sigh that the poor cannot live a good life, Li Dazhao smiled.

"How come we workers can't live a good life, do you know a bearded man?"

"He has a view that the working class is the leader of society, and the civilization led by the working class is the most advanced in the world."

"There was a person in Tsarist Russia, according to this point of view, first overthrew the feudal rule of Tsarist Russia, and then overthrew the rule of the bourgeoisie, and established the first state led by the working class in human history, represented by workers, peasants, and soldiers."

"And after its establishment, the first thing was to announce that it would not participate in the world war, and the second thing was that the land belonged to the people themselves."

"Think about it, the land belongs to us, is it still difficult to live a good life?"

The worker sitting on the side widened his eyes in disbelief.

"The people are in charge? In the future, the people will be in charge? "

Ge Shugui's eyes were also excited, his wrinkled face trembled a little, and he glanced at the dumplings on the table.

"Do we have that bearded man in China, yes, let's find him."

Li Dazhao waved his hand: "Don't worry, everyone, now, a group of people are on their way to find him." "

The little girl from Ge Shugui's family on the side smiled: "You are the bearded man." "

Li Dazhao and Zhao Shiyan also laughed.

At this moment, Zhao Shiyan looked at Mr. Li Dazhao.

Wearing a long robe, he sat with these workers and fully integrated into them.

It doesn't look at all like the fighter who once rushed to the streets to roar and parade during the restoration of the pigtail soldiers.

He was as pure as a saint.

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At that time.

Northern song dynasty.

Taizu Zhao Kuangyin sighed with his hands on his back and did not speak.

It's too difficult, and the path of a country, even if it's just an experiment, is extremely difficult.

Daming.

Zhu Yuanzhang also looked at it, looking at the theory inside.

Western systems have also succeeded overseas, but that is not the way for China.

Will the so-called revolutionary path of Tsarist Russia be correct?

The other side.

Da Tang.

Changsun Wuji looked at Li Dazhao, even with those people whose status was far inferior to him, and even illiterate, could he talk about these truths?

At this moment, Changsun Wuji's eyes were deep and he thought of a word.

Sit back and talk.

"This person has the style of an ancient warrior, and he is amazing."

"It's really a genius."

——————

And then.

The gold list inventory continues.

[On August 19, 1918, the poet Li Shutong became a monk, the French number Honichi, overseas Kawasaki, Chen Wangdao was about to graduate, and was preparing to return to China].

The screen expands.

In the new spring of this year, on the streets, some people are curled up and purple, some people are drunk and dreaming of death, and their power is monstrous.

Some people took refuge in Buddhism, and some decided to return home across the sea.

The snow was heavy and fell on the face wrapped in the cold wind, with tearing pain.

As the most famous Merry Man in Shanghai, Li Shutong, with empty hands, stepped on the snow step by step.

He thought of the previous time, Le Shi Society's friend Xia Qiazun recommended to him about the physical and mental cultivation brought by fasting, so that winter, he went to the temple to fast, and he really felt the difference.

It was a tranquility unimaginable in this era.

When he saw the temple, the poet who wrote his farewell closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and chanted in a low voice.

Uncle Li took refuge in Buddhism.

The snow outside the temple gate was getting heavier, covering this green mountain.

He seemed to be a saint for thousands of years, Lao Tzu, closing the door to the world.

——

The screen turns again.

This time, it was overseas, Kawasaki.

At school, a 26-year-old overseas student named Chen Wangdao was translating the book in front of him.

He is translating materials from overseas.

That was the theoretical idea of the Tsarist Revolution.

He wants to translate it for the country!

It's just that the more he translates, the more excited Chen Wangdao becomes.

In the room, there was a lone lamp, and the young figure clenched his fists, his eyes full of hope.

"Proletariat, workers, peasants, soldiers, is this road suitable for China?"

He didn't know, but he couldn't wait to go back and try it.

At that time, he raised his hand and looked at the magazine on the side, full of expectation.

"New Youth"

It was a cold night in 1918.

Extra cold.

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