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

Many ancients were somewhat unimaginable.

Such as Zhu Yuanzhang and others, at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, Liu Futong and others took the lead, at that time the waves were magnificent and the years were vast, but the southern ideology and culture were rich.

But what was the Republic of China like, the Great Qing blockade for three hundred years, overturned at such times, until a new way was found, but I don't know how the new road suits China,

Then moving forward, this degree of difficulty made even Zhu Yuanzhang frown.

He seems to know why there is an inventory of the greatest nation.

Now he looks, he wants to see, why is it called the greatest path.

The text of the list appears:

[In the dim era when China was caught in the chaos of the confrontation between the north and the south, and overseas aliens were waiting for the opportunity to spy on the mountains and rivers, some people began to light the fire, and after the establishment of the proletarian organization, two students began to establish and spread new ideas, and establish a new monthly magazine for new culture]

Now, a twenty-year-old student is reading a book with his head down, his pen stopping and walking.

It was one of his treasured books, Marxism.

His name is Dunne, and he just participated in the suspension of classes and the gathering of students to speak out last year.

Now following Mr. Li Dazhao, he has also announced his membership in the Communist Party. Propertory group.

At this moment, he lit the candle in the room and was writing in the vernacular.

Yes, in the vernacular, translate Marx's thoughts for the common people to see, and the young man sitting opposite him is called Wang Jinmei.

The two of them often read together about the Communist Party of Tsarist Russia. Proletarian books.

Now, they want to translate them into the vernacular together, spread these ideas to the people, distribute leaflets, give speeches, so that the workers and peasants of China can understand it at the lowest level.

The two students raised their heads, their eyes gradually reflected in the dim light of the candlelight.

"Mr. Shou Chang is busy, and we should be together. Proletarianism gives its own strength. "

It's winter, the cold wind outside the window, and the atmosphere of the New Year seems to be gradually expanding.

Not everyone in this era does not look forward to the New Year, at least, the sound of gongs and drums of the lion dance is heard in the distance of "043".

The two students continued to translate, continued to speak, and they stood in the darkness that no one saw, striding meteors, fearless of thorns.

Today, Chinese warlords are facing off between the north and the south.

Ideologically, Chen Duxiu in the south is working hard, and in the north, Li Dazhao is also working hard.

On the gold list, this time unfolds the picture.

Today, the concession, Shanghai New Youth Society.

The new youth newspaper, which was once prosperous, is now closed.

The man in the costume of the patrol house watched coldly as his subordinates frantically smashed everything in the magazine.

"The New Youth Magazine Views the Ideological Hierarchy. layer books, undermining the current peace process in China, involving illegal speech. "

"Order to shut down today!"

Watching these people smash the mimeograph machine, desk, and phone.

The newspaper editor was furious: "It's too much! Thought is free and democratic, what power do you have! "

"Shut down, what is the difference between your confinement and the Qing Dynasty? If so, then what's the point of us figuring it out? You are turning history back! "

Many newspaper editors angrily wanted to rush up and stop these smashed patrols.

But Chen Duxiu, who was standing outside the door, stopped them at this moment.

"Let them smash!"

At this moment, he straightened his spine and looked at them without fear.

"Smashed this one, there is a second, a third!"

"Let's go, let's find another place and start a magazine!"

He took Shang Hai Gong with him. The people of the protarist group turned away.

In the cold wind, Chen Duxiu's eyes were resolute.

But behind him, Chen Ludao, who had been silent for a long time, spoke: "We shouldn't just start an organization. "

He took a deep breath and looked at the mountains and rivers today: "What China needs now is a stunned life, fire and blood." "

"Mr. Tan Sitong said that there is no such thing as a bloodless death in this world."

"Tsarist Russia has also verified the theory of this time, which is the future of a country towards communism. We cannot avoid the inevitable path of materialism. "

In the face of Chen Ludao's earnest words, Chen Duxiu fell silent.

"Can't be in too much of a hurry."

Yes, he began to hesitate.

Is it to embark on a path of radical ideological destiny, or to set off an even greater stunning?

He thought of blood, he thought of flames.

He is not afraid of death, and he has verified this since he first traded his imprisonment for the awakening of people everywhere, and even when he set foot on this path, he had already made up his mind and was ready.

But he doesn't think this violence is right.

Or, in what way is violence carried out?

He didn't quite agree with what Chen Ludao said.

At this moment, he seemed to have the gaze that Hu Shi had when he looked at him and Li Dazhao.

Hu Shi said, he is high, ideal,

But Li Dazhao is calm and high, and extremely respectful of death.

Chen Duxiu does not recommend violence and death....

Spring and autumn.

Mo Zhai, who was wearing straw shoes and lecturing, looked at this scene, his eyes calm, looking at the picture on the gold list.

"Chen Duxiu is very good, but he is suitable for making changes in thinking and creating a new era of ideas."

"He is not afraid of death."

"But creating rumors is only part of it, this organization needs to develop, to develop in the flames, this person needs to be truly stable and persevering, not afraid of everything."

"Want to lead the development of Yan and really build what they say they say together. Propertyism, fearlessness of everything, must be tempered by heart. "

The other side.

Big Han.

Now that he had just begun to sort out his theory of the divine right of kings, Dong Zhongshu looked at this scene and just shook his head and sighed.

On the screen, Chen Duxiu's hesitation, he saw it clearly.

This initially others saw the advance. Pie, now also becomes someone else.

He began to change.

"Li Dazhao, Chen Duxiu is an idealistic thinker, but the China of this era is too chaotic and too dark, just idealism, it is useless, to really....lead the way!"

At that time.

Warring states.

Han Fei, who was writing a book behind closed doors, was also looking at Jin Bang at the moment.

When he saw that Chen Ludao's proposal was dismissed by Chen Duxiu without saying anything, only disappointment remained in his eyes.

"It's not like that, it's practical."

"It is necessary to do whatever it takes, and it seems that the next generation will carry this organization."

"This is the torment of the times, tearing everyone apart."

These thinkers from all eras, the voice passed through the gold list, and at that moment, they thought of the words on the previous gold list.

This is how this is the case, to tear everyone's soul apart and let them find their way through the long dark night.

A new inventory reappears at this moment.

[This year, the CPC. The proclamation of the establishment of the proletarian faction was a groundbreaking event in the history of China, and the face of China's despair has been completely new since then, of which Chen Duxiu and Li Dazhao's contribution to this is crucial.

【CPC. After the establishment of the proletarian faction, Li Dazhao represented the Communist Party. The proletarian faction began to direct the work in the northern region, propagating Marxist ideas in the north, actively carrying out the workers' movement, and building communism. Proletarian Organization]

At this point, the text disappears and the picture unfolds.

It's the beginning of the new year, and it's extremely cold.

Li Dazhao wore a thick robe and a scarf, and walked in the cold wind that roared, as if to sting people.

He was going to the place where the workers were to propagate Marx's ideas.

Despite the thick clothes he wore, he shivered with cold.

Outside the workshop where the workers gathered, many workers who had learned the news in advance were waiting outside.

As far as Li Dazhao could see, an orphan shrunk, trying his best to hide in a corner to avoid the wind, but his lips were still cold and blue.

He thought of the children he had seen curled up and stiff on the side of the road in Tsujo at first.

He took off his thick robe and covered the child who barely opened his eyes.

At that moment, his reading looked a little embarrassed and constantly trembling, but the workers who saw this scene from a distance were extremely complicated.

This Mr. Li Dazhao is really glowing, dazzling, and extremely bright.

The workers came up and handed him their cotton coats to drape.

Four or five cotton clothes of different colors, the moment Li Dazhao was on him, the reader smiled.

"I'm not cold."

Despite still shaking, he reached out and pointed to his heart.

"It's hot, it's hot, I'm happy to see you, it's warm."

Among the workers, many teenagers had inexplicable red eyes. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

In the crowd, I don't know who was shouting and raising their hands.

"None. Long live the thoughts! "

So, the voice grew louder, and the teenager also raised his hand.

"None. Long live the thoughts! "

Li Dazhao looked at this scene and turned his head to wipe his tears.

He thought of the scene where he swore with Chen Duxiu in Jincheng, and he silently clenched his fists and spoke in a low voice.

"Zhongfu, Chen Duxiu, you have to come on, hold on, it's hard to go next, but you have to go like this."

Yes.

Li Dazhao seems to be always so sober, and the next thing is difficult, and creating an organization is only the first step.

In today's situation, the officials of the north and south will definitely target them and arrest them on a large scale.

But he kept going, heading to the next shed and continuing to spread the word.

The people here are in a mess.

"The officials have said that they are not allowed to say this, is it crazy?"

"Hurry up, be careful of being dragged down."

On the side, a young man looked at Li Dazhao, who was wearing several dirty workers' cotton clothes.

"Seeing that you are also a reader, what do you talk about with these foolish people?"

At this moment, Li Dazhao angrily reprimanded and spoke: "Three hundred years of great Qing imprisonment, the people are not the people, the people are not people, but don't forget, these are our compatriots!" "

He continued to speak in the vernacular: "If the big guys want to work hard to live a good life, the only way to build a country that belongs to our people is the masters of their own affairs..."

These people listened and gradually quieted down, until Li Dazhao finished speaking, and the workshop finally burst into earth-shaking applause.

Li Dazhao smiled and raised his hand.

"Long live China!"

This reader is always pure, always executing, and all those involved in contact are at the bottom.

Chen Duxiu is now uniting various chambers of commerce and trade unions in the magic capital.

One south and one north, two echo.

This moment.

Big Han.

The Han Xuan Emperor Liu Xun was immersed in the grief of the death of Empress Xu Pingjun.

But at this moment, he still looked at the gold list, his voice hoarse.

"Chen Duxiu is a great idealist, Li Dazhao is a true pragmatic idealist, he is willing to step on all dangers..."

"Two people are in different directions."

At that time, Liu Xun's voice passed through the golden list, and on the other side, Daming.

Zhu Zhanji also heard the analysis, he sighed, looking at the present afterlife.

"True, they are in different directions, but this era."

He glanced at the mountains and rivers on the gold list.

"This China needs someone like Li Dazhao, because he is ruthless enough."

"Because there are too many enemies for proletariat."

The gold list inventory continues.

[19.21, on March 10, Jiaotong University was officially established to recruit new students, which was formed by the merger of four schools: Jingshi Railway Management School, Jingshi Post and Telecommunications School, Shanghai Industrial College, and Junshan Industrial College under the transportation department]

[Xiamen University held an opening ceremony, and founder Chen Jia began to report on the establishment of the university]

The screen appears.

Today, on the site of Zheng Chenggong's martial arts arena at the end of the Ming Dynasty, a university has sprung up.

Chen Jiagaen, now forty-nine, looked at the student in front of him, his eyes were also excited.

"Students, do you know the purpose of this university?"

"Young people are the hope for the future of every country, if you have no insight, it is that China has no insight, Mr. Liang Qichao once said, a strong youth makes the country strong."

"Nowadays, the West is full of traffic, cars, planes, ships, trains, transportation, economy, and force, far surpassing my China, just because generations of young people have been constantly exploring and have come to the forefront of civilization."

"Now I founded this school for three purposes: first, to study academics, second, to cultivate human resources, and third, to guide the club. Yes. "

"I have heard about reading for the rise of New China before, and I hope you will keep it in mind and study hard."

"I announce that from today, Xiamen University is officially established!"

At this moment, in the school, the students cheered and were equally excited.

"Read for the rise of New China, read for the rise of New China!"

Today, Fudan Public School founded by Shang Haima Xiangbo, Nankai University founded by Zhang Boling in Jincheng, and now Xiamen University, look at each other from afar and begin to educate children for China.

The several teachers who were standing on the side also turned their eyes to the figure who was still straight despite his old age.

They thought about the life of this old Mr. Chen Jiagen.

Born in a coastal village in a poor family, he traveled across the sea at the age of 17 to do business in a foreign country until he became a wealthy man in Nanyang, and two years ago, he returned to China, devoted himself to running education in China, and cultivated many talents for China.

And when the Eagle Country made it difficult for him and did not let him run a school.

The old gentleman said only one word.

Businesses can close, schools must not close, and then start selling property.

Before Mr. Sun was stunned, he was the first to raise more than 200,000 yuan.

Chen Jia looked at this scene, tears of joy filled his eyes, and his voice choked.

"Okay, okay."

"I have several universities in China now, and I hope that."

"These students, in, hope is always there!"

Now.

Warring states.

Qi State.

Meng Ke, who came to study, looked at the picture on the gold list with a complicated expression.

In this era, China has rapidly opened 3.0 universities to learn advanced knowledge.

Some people sold their property to open schools, some people painstakingly cultivated education for decades, and some people did not hesitate to overthrow everything they had built for the sake of China's advancedness, and sat in shabby rooms with students to teach.

And what about those students?

In order to save the country and for new ideas, they shouted and read for the rise of New China.

They even took the initiative to risk ruining their future and took the initiative to read about the total. Books of thought.

So warm, so sincere.

"Study, for what?"

For the voice of this famous historical sage Mencius through the golden list.

At this moment, Daming, the few students who were not aristocratic officials in the prison clenched their fists, their chests were hot, and they suddenly spoke.

Maybe someone is for officials, someone is for the family.

However, the eyes of several students were bright.

"Read for Daming, for Huaxia, for future generations."

Schools of various dynasties, private schools, ancestral schools, civil schools, grass schools, Bianliang schools, and so on.

As for them, the students who read the pre-Qin texts, they looked at the students of the later Republic of China,

Some of these students, some of whom were only fourteen years old, came from poor families and studied hard, and they told their parents that they did not want to be an official, they did not want to join a warlord, they just wanted to help the country.

They said: Gentlemen, in this troubled world, my generation was born here, experienced this calamity, should do things, do things as best we can, we grew up in the concession, difficult, and the country has no dignity, we should erase this shame in the second half of our lives, at least let future generations, so that future generations should not suffer this sorrow.

Therefore, many colleges and universities, proletarian thought books are circulating, youth leagues are actively signing up, and young people are shouting,

It was the beginning of spring in 1921, and it was bitterly cold, but under this bitter cold, they made the hottest sound

【Reading for the Rise of New China】

The gold list only has this sentence [later these students will bloom the brightest bones in history]

[Inventory of the road to the creation of the greatest nation].