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

A beam of fire penetrates the gold list.

Such a shocking curtain appears in every era.

Even the emperor fell silent.

Ying Zheng's health is not very good now, and the eastern tour has stopped, and his face is pale.

At this moment, looking at the magnificent scenery of the beacon on the gold list, his voice passed through the gold list and found Li Shimin and Zhu Yuanzhang again.

"As a future emperor, have you ever seen such a scene?"

Li Shimin shook his head, his eyes were deep and extremely complicated.

He put down the disaster relief file, took a deep breath, and looked at the golden list.

This is the first time he has seen the scene after the Republic of China opened up the wisdom of the people, the world is the world of the world, so these people, once they stand up, they will be sparkling!

Daming.

The elderly Zhu Yuanzhang had just dispersed the dynasty, and the matter of opening the sea had now begun to be discussed.

In the face of Qin Shi Huang's inquiry, the cloth-clothed emperor who got up from the bottom had a complicated look and pointed to the golden list.

"Ordinary people say that Xiucai rebelled, and it will not be achieved in three years."

"But if you add ideals, then Xiucai is a little scary."

He looked at the scenes of the afterlife.

Looking at the change from a declaration of thought to a generation, even generations, finally made this mountain and river have signs of awakening.

Those flames made him think of a lot of words.

He suddenly thought of the handwriting on the gold list before.

"This group of people will try every road once, and if they don't find a way, they won't give up."

"They, find"

"And it's starting to change all that."

The list continues.

[The people of each province look at each province as if looking at foreign countries, the people are fighting for some reason, religion breeds, and the wilderness is white]

[But some people have said that they are willing to do it for the future national strength and people's security, they are not talking about it, they are willing to go with their lives]

[May the princes put the responsibility of revitalizing China on their shoulders]

This moment.

Southern song dynasty.

Right Prime Minister Wen Tianxiang had just escaped from Marshal Bo Yan's barracks at this moment.

Looking at the line of words on the gold list, his body was trembling, his eyes were red, but he was also smiling.

"May the sovereign take the responsibility of revitalizing China on your shoulders."

He suddenly thought of Zou Rong.

The man who lit the flame from the beginning, a stunned army, has since become an absolute sound.

The other side.

Daming.

Zhang Juzheng was also gray-haired, looking at the golden list in front of him.

The old man murmured, his voice vicissitudes, but with firmness.

"Zou Rong, did you see it?"

Under these Wen Chen's eyes, the first scene emerged.

In the dark prison, the twenty-one-year-old muttered, his eyes seemed to suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance, and he looked ahead.

He was laughing, smiling very well, and the boy's appearance was particularly handsome.

"I saw, my country, I saw, really saw!"

He struggled, looking at the flame that swayed in the darkness, trembling and stretching out his hand, suddenly struggling to grasp it in his palm.

Zhang Juzheng's voice was majestic, and he burst into tears, and said with a smile: "That fire, it's burning, Zou Rong, look." "

The other side.

Wen Tianxiang turned his head, looked at the Great Song whose mountains and rivers were now broken, and decisively turned around and stepped into the darkness.

"The responsibility of revitalizing the Great Song will rise up by itself!"

The flame of their afterlife was lit, and they should also light the flame that belonged to the Great Song.

Daqing.

The young Kangxi had his hands on his back, and now he was standing here watching.

Yes, he couldn't watch this scene calmly.

"The times are so fast, you can't change, and it's useless to create a strong flame."

His gaze fell on those overseas strong guns before.

"Overseas foreign countries are so powerful, how can they change?"

"You guys, no."

The screen turns.

On the gold list, a thirty-one-year-old man with a beard and a melon-skin hat looks at the stormy China, and those readers who are extremely sober and extremely painful.

His name is Shi Yang, an ordinary person.

He entered the agricultural science of the Qing Dynasty, founded the official school of the north and south, tested for police officers, and also read law and politics.

It wasn't until later that he became a lawyer.

Perhaps he was one of the rare lawyers of his time who always wore a horse coat and a melon-skin hat.

He had read books, which is why he hated himself so much and put himself in such a tormenting situation.

It is precisely because of sobriety that it is the most painful to watch the decline of China, no matter what can be done.

He had also taken those workers to the streets before, and participated in dozens of gatherings of large and small voices.

But so what?

His voice was bitter, like a confused child.

"I can't find the future.."

Until he saw that manifesto, the proletarian manifesto from Shanghai.

In this heavy rain, Shi Yang burst into tears: "The road has appeared." "

On the gold list, the inventory text appears again.

[In this year, China was officially established. The protarist group, centered on Shanghai, spread throughout the country, and as soon as the news came out, more and more people began to awaken.

The screen expands.

Now.

Kawasaki.

By the sea, more than a dozen young students looked at the news from China, their noses sour.

One student covered his face and cried.

"Finally... Finally, we have our own organization in China. "

The young man Zhou Fo standing on the side also had tears in his eyes, rolling down, he looked at the country far away and couldn't cry.

"Mr. Tan Sitong, Mr. Zou Rong, Mr. Liu Daozei..."

"Did you see that? Did we find our way? "

"We've found our way."

The young man Shi Cuntong looked back at the shameful scenes in the history of the past eighty years, looked down at the declaration book in his hand, and trembled and spoke.

"CPC. Long live the provincialism! Stick to Marx thought! "

They stepped into the streets, and with every shout, there were more figures behind them.

From the first more than ten people, to the later hundreds, to the current hundreds of Chinese students.

Young Brilliant: "Self-start!" Join the CPC. Propertyism, save the country! "

At that moment, the shout was heaven-shaking!

The other side.

Hair country.

Zhao Shiyan, who had just arrived in May this year to study in Fa Country, looked at the news from China at this moment, and his voice choked.

He called Zhang Shenfu, who was also in the country of Fa, and informed them of the news.

Zhang Shenfu's body trembled, looking at the declaration coming from China.

Chinese teenagers are always like this, always full of tears, always warm and sincere.

He wiped his red eyes, clenched the manifesto in his hand, and took to the street, shouting loudly.

"I join in too! Adhere to Max's ideas to save the country! "

"Celebrating the Communist Party of China. Proletarianism is established! "

Behind him, more and more teenagers from China followed closely, strode meteors, and finally carried the joy of the Chinese teenager, full of spirit, and tears of excitement.

On this day, Fa Guo, Kawasaki, hundreds of former Chinese students, stepped on the street, they were at the pier, at school, in the dormitory, discussing enthusiastically, and also looking excitedly.

That is the expectation of Chinese teenagers in their bones, and it is also the expectation of every Chinese people.

From Tan Si to change the law all the way, they have been waiting for this day for too long.

On the gold list, new handwriting appeared.

[This is how this is the case in this era, to tear everyone's soul apart and let them find their way in the long dark night]

Fa Guo, Chen Yannian, Chen Qiaonian were all watching at this moment, and they finally knew what kind of plans their father had in his heart that day when he served them wine to make amends.

Now he founded the first communist in China in Shanghai. The protarist group, meanwhile, issued manifestos and traveled everywhere. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Nowadays, Jingshi, Hunan, Zhizhou, Wuhan, Jinan...

Cities large and small, as if ignited by flames.

Now, Chen Yannian looks at such a magnificent scene, and more and more people are throwing themselves into it and blooming.

They have always believed in anarchism, but now they are also a little confused.

Chen Yannian glanced at his friend and muttered.

"Is anarchism really wrong?"

My friend spoke: "You see, the first generation of Mr. Tan Sitong, to the second generation of Zhang Taiyan, the third generation of Mr. Sun completely overthrew the Qing Dynasty and created a new country, the fourth generation of Mr. Chen Duxiu, up to now, is already the fifth generation, each generation is trying a different path, now, the society. Will be sad that the road begins. "

"Anarchism won't work."

Chen Yannian was silent.

And then.

The gold list once again appeared a new inventory handwriting.

[At the end of this year, Cai Yuancheng was sent by Beijing University to Europe for inspection, Chen Duxiu, Wang Dayu bid farewell, and several people once again had a profound exchange on the current situation]

The screen appears.

Chen Duxiu spoke seriously: "Mr. in Beijing University, teaching and reform, inclusiveness, two measures, indispensable. "

Cai Yuan's expression was much more serious when he heard this.

"Zhongfu, as a brother, I want to say a few words of truth, as the saying goes, the Tao is different and does not conspire against each other, between you and me, although the Tao is different, you can also conspire, the new culture is the brainchild of you and Shou Chang, appropriate, Yucai, now there are inevitable differences, don't hurt the peace for this matter."

"I told Shizhi before I came, let him come to Shanghai and have a good talk with you."

Chen Duxiu thought of Hu Shi, and his previous words suddenly came to mind.

Although the methods are different, the direction for democracy is the same.

"Recently, I have planned to invite Shou Chang and Zhizhi to come to Shanghai Hai for a gathering."

On the gold list, the inventory continues.

[Li Dazhao and Hu Shi finally arrived in Shanghai, old friends who were once new young people met, reunited after a long absence, and several people exchanged views on the current situation again, but in the end there were still differences]

The screen appears.

Mountain.

Now Chen Duxiu rarely did not prepare the journal in the room.

Because today, two long-lost friends arrived in Shanghai.

He carried two altars of wine, and simply took Hu Shi and Li Dazhao to sit on the grass.

"Life does not meet, the movement is like participating in business, I haven't seen each other for a long time."

Hu Shi looked at this old friend, a little stunned: "I was in the Red Mansion a few days ago, and I heard the students singing about the two giants of the Red Mansion of Jingda, and the rumors of Bei Li and Nan Chen, but this is their opinion, and I don't agree with the faith of the two of you." "

He didn't even hide it, and in front of the two, he didn't have to hide it.

Even he knew that although the three of them were friends, they were different.

He came today to try to save the radical ideas of the two, and he was worried that something would happen to them.

Li Dazhao sighed, and did not hide it: "We have crossed the ocean and the sea, sought the truth in so many years of storms, chosen many times, and explored many times, and now we have finally found the direction, Tsarist Russia, and we are worried." "

"In short, you worship Western democracy, which will not work in China."

Chen Duxiu also nodded and solemnly spoke: "I believe that we established a communist group today. The proletarian group, the descendants have their own judgments. "

Hu Shi shook his head: "Today I am a minority, do not argue, among friends, people have their own aspirations, gentlemen are harmonious and different, which is right and wrong, leave it to future generations to judge." "

At this moment, Chen Duxiu and Li Dazhao also smiled.

"Well, you and me, always be honest with each other, the choice of faith, leave it to history to judge"

Li Dazhao nodded: "Weibei Spring Tree." "

Then Hu Shi's voice also sounded: "Jiangdong twilight clouds." "

Chen Duxiu followed closely: "When is a bottle of wine." "

The three looked at each other and smiled: "Heavy and detailed papers." "

At this moment, the sun was shining, falling on the faces of the three people, two different paths, and separated.

The screen turns.

At this moment, Li Dazhao, Chen Duxiu, and Hu Shi walked side by side.

The three looked up, the sunlight scattered.

They looked at the school in front of them, as well as young members from various organizations such as the Jingshi Research Office, the Enlightenment Society in Jincheng, and Hu Nan's Xiangping.

These students have joined, but there are still voices of debate.

"Tsarist Russia is the most similar to China's national conditions, and they have succeeded, they are also nothing. Class! "

"You said, just similar, now looking at the international form, the bourgeois system of Western countries has obviously become the most powerful in the world, and facts speak louder than words."

"What's more, has Tsarist Russia succeeded now? Did they become a powerhouse? What is their place on the international stage? "

The boy blushed and shot up.

"Fallacy! Nowadays, where does China come from bourgeois soil, the basic conditions of the people, the most suitable, naturally the common. The road of propertyism! "

"Then you should talk about this, this you said in total. How should the road of property be taken? You also said that it is similar, do you copy it? "

The roar of the students' argument rang out.

Hu Shi stood aside and watched: "The system of the United States is the most advanced, which can be seen from the national strength." "

Hu Shi stretched out his finger and pointed at these children, and turned his head to look at Li Dazhao and Chen Duxiu: "It's too chaotic, your nothing. How to go about childbirth? "

Li Dazhao and Chen Duxiu also looked at this scene and pointed to the children behind them: "When these children grow up, now that we have found a way, let's sweep away the fog first." "

"Then these children will take over from us and continue down this path."

At this moment, there seemed to be light, piercing through the clouds and fog, falling in the window, shining on the hot faces of these debates.

This moment.

Daming.

Several companies.

Chen Zilong, Xia Yunyi and others looked at this scene, especially those children's arguments, their eyes were complicated.

"This is a tough time."

"They started from scratch and opened up a path that China has not traveled for thousands of years."

"From Tan Sitong, to Zhang Taiyan, to Mr. Sun, and now to Chen Duxiu, as said before, a generation has a generation of tasks, and now the task of the fifth batch (Qian Zhao Zhao) is to be suitable for the new China of nothing. The bourgeoisie wondered how to go. "

Xia Yunyi stood aside, watching this scene, and only marveled in his heart.

Five generations have worked together to explore the way for the new China.

This is a country created by generations, how magnificent!

He began to look forward to seeing the country's most prosperous moment.

[They don't like the vastness of life, they just want to burn like a flame, and then he really burns in this life]

[Whether it is status or success, no matter how many olive branches, no matter how famous, no matter how much enthusiasm, they don't care, except ideals]

[People are the fuel for everything, but you can't always expect others to burn for you, so I will burn it, and I will burn myself into fuel for progress]

[I want you to be like people, so I don't be a human anymore, I am a dead man]

[Everyone, for ideals, for the great country, the people who sent the dead are coming! ] 】

This moment.

Daqin.

Huan Zheng looked at the majestic gold list, and the words on it, inexplicably, actually made him have a trace of envy.

He whispered.

The gaze always falls on the last two lines.

Man is the fuel for everything, so I will burn, and I will burn myself into the fuel for progress.

"Who the hell can think like this?"

"They don't expect others to burn, but they burn themselves, and they themselves are the ones who push forward."

The other side.

Da Tang.

The moment Li Shimin saw the words of the golden list, the picture brought by that kind of living life touched his mind.

It's like small and grandiose intertwined.

Therefore, people in that era did not like the vastness of life, did not care about status and status, and became famous.

They only have ideal turns.

This Great Tang emperor, looking at it complicated at this moment, has expectations in his eyes, looking forward to looking at the appearance of the creation of this big country, and also marvels, marveling at the people of every era.

"Calm to this section, the next generation of people! It's amazing. "

"It's really a vast, foggy era."

"For ideals, for all sentient beings, so the one who sent death came.......".