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

Now the inventory continues, inexplicably sad.

[White bones exposed in the wild, no rooster crowing for thousands of miles, one hundred people left behind, and the thought of breaking people's intestines]

[In May 19.21, the drought in the north became more and more serious, especially in five counties including Qishan Mountain, the bark of trees was stripped, the starvation died along the way, more than 12,000 children died of hunger, more than 5,000 traffickers, and a child was as cheap as one yuan]

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A new picture appears.

This year, the thirty-five-year-old reader walked on the deserted road, his hands trembling.

His name is Yi Baisha.

When he was young, he presided over Huai Ning Middle School, became a principal, studied Gu Yanwu, Huang Zongxi and other articles for a long time, and rooted in anti-Qing consciousness.

He had close contacts with Zhang Taiyan, Chen Duxiu and others, and was deeply loved by the bourgeois people. The Lord was influenced by his life, and tried to carry forward Mozi thought in the Spring and Autumn Period, and loved and did not attack.

He has participated in the two sorrows led by Mr. Sun, is the first chief writer of the new youth to criticize feudal thought, and has also gone to Fudan Public School and Nankai University to teach, and now has just returned from Shanghai to write books behind closed doors to support Wu. Thought organization.

Now, he looked at the scene in front of him.

Under the chaos of warlords, China was completely chaotic.

Now in the midst of drought and famine, the bark of trees on the roads has been stripped and there are even signs of gnawing.

On both sides of the road, the corpses seen at three or five steps fell to the ground dryly, the seedlings in the fields withered, and the villages and towns could not even see the people.

All that can be seen on the road is that some young and strong people are still struggling to beg.

He looked at his feet, a four- or five-year-old child with a sign around his neck, his immature face dirty, and his little hands clutching his clothes.

He fell to the ground, only two or three steps away from him, but the child's eyes were closed, the person was also shriveled, and only a little tear slipped down.

Can't be saved.

Yi Baisha squatted down and looked at the dead child, tears rolling in his eyes, and a sign around his neck that said - Childish children sell one yuan.

His hands trembled badly and he was silent for a long time.

In the evening, under the light, Yi Baisha lifted the pen, and his chest cavity seemed to be choked, and he was about to collapse.

He was going to write letters.

Write a letter to my friend Chen Duxiu!

"Fire is needed for life, fire is needed !!"

"Zhongfu, don't be too soft."

At that moment, it was dark outside the window, and there was a faint wail.

Yi Baisha looked up at the darkness that had not seen the sky, and her eyes became more and more determined.

He thought of what Tan Sitong said.

Death, need to bleed!

Daming.

Zhu Qi 12 listened, his eyes also had strong jealousy, and his face was livid.

Now that there are constant foreign enemies in Vara Tatar and other places, he dare not imagine what the people of Daming would do if they saw this!

"Pass orders, inspect the people, any civil uprising, first cut and then play!"

The last years of the Yuan Dynasty.

Young Chen Youshu looked at Jin Bang, his eyes were burning, and he led thousands of people behind him to roar.

"Use fire, nothing. Long live production! "

This moment.

Win Zheng complicated opening.

"That fire began to burn until it was alone."

Li Shimin and Zhu Yuanzhang were silent at the moment.

On the gold list, the picture continues.

Since Yi Baisha saw that scene, the flame in his heart completely began to burn.

He couldn't suppress the boiling blood, let alone forget the young child who closed his eyes and died with tears.

He refused to be a teacher and locked himself in his room without food.

Yi Baisha held the book and glanced at the night outside the window.

"I will awaken the intellectual class, I will awaken more people."

"Open your eyes and take a good look at this rotten world, if you don't stand up, no one can save China!"

At that moment, he thought of the intellectual class who were having fun and treating warlords as doglegs.

They groveled to overseas aliens in Shanghai, in Yongzhou, and in those Chinese lands, and in a blink of an eye, they became the best of the countrymen, drunk and golden.

They fought for secession, helped those warlords to fight for the tiger, and a random conscription order to curry favor with the warlords destroyed thousands of people.

In this rotten world, he saw these greedy and ugly faces gradually merging with the dead child.

So his fingertips turned white from clutching the book.

"Readers, be windy!"

He continued to write with his head down.

"The Book of Han. Kong Rong Chuan" Cao Cao attacked Tu Yecheng. Yuan's women and sons are more likely to see aggression. And the son Pi privately accepted Yuan Xi's wife Zhen. Rong Nai and Fu Shu. Call King Wu Fa Ling. Give the Duke of Zhou to Daji..."

As he wrote, he spoke, and the mosquitoes around him were biting, but he didn't care, he was still so serious.

Daming.

Chongzhen looked angry, and his eyes looked at the news coldly.

"What! This group of promiscuous thieves, how dare they! "

On the rumors, it was written that Li Zicheng, who is now besieging the heavy city of the Yellow River.

Now they no longer shout that they will not take grain and divide the fields, but they will shout, "No." Long live the birth, happy people!

However, it was such a simple sentence that made the people in many places rise up.

For the first time, he realized the horrors of that era.

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Now, Yi Baisha has forgotten to eat and sleep, and his new book: Emperor Spring and Autumn, a book that mocks the emperor and awakens the branch of knowledge, has finally been written.

He stood in the street, looking at newspapers, cigarette shops, and other places, all selling his books.

At this moment, he was silent and did not say a word.

This reader, if he seems to have been robbed of his mind by the child he saw that day, the famine, the corrupt warlord era, is more like a knife.

A converged knife ready to show its sharp edge!

He didn't know exactly how many people were reading the book he was writing, he was just thinking.

What is the difference between such a world and a feudal dynasty?

Imprison the mind, fish the people.

It's as if those people were born high.

But why!

The sky was dark, Yi Baiyao raised his head, and the oppressive breath made him almost suffocate.

There are too many numb souls in this era, he was originally going to use his own books to awaken this era, at least, those who have read books will understand that they wrote feudal, or now!

After the book was disseminated, soon Yi Baisha received an invitation from Mr. Sun Zhishan.

Inside the grass house, Yi Baisha unfolded the letterhead and saw Mr. Sun's evaluation of himself.

"From the historical facts, arousing the intellectual class to hoe the giant thief can be described as stricter than the axe."

He was not pleased, let alone excited, but looked at the still gloomy sky, and there was a smell of decay in the wind, spreading into his nose.

"Stricter than the axe?"

"No, they don't need to be stricter than the axe, they need a real axe."

Mr. Sun wrote two more letters inviting him to join him in the cause of the new mansion, but he did not quickly agree.

He began to have his own ideas.

This world needs flames and real axes.

If it weren't for those warlords, today's China, even if there is a natural disaster, would never buy a life with one yuan.

At that moment, Yi Baisha's eyes, with a terrifying light, turned and left.

The grass house is brightly lit tonight.

Yi Baisha gulped his wine, and the sound of sharpening knives sounded in the room.

The short short sword was sharpened on the whetstone, and the cold was dazzling.

Yi Baisha picked up the wine altar on the side, drank it in a big gulp, and then opened his mouth while sharpening his knife.

"Ten years to sharpen a sword, the frost blade has not been tried, today Shijun, who has a grievance!"

The book business is angry, and it is loud!

In his mind, he thought of the scene before, after the spread of the Imperial Spring and Autumn, he went to find Mr. Sun.

He told Mr. Sun that the weakness of today's China is nothing more than a warlord tumor to stand on its own.

He always thought of those famines, the dead displaced people, and some people opened their eyes and looked at the panic sky.

So he asked Mr. Sun to form a team to kill the warlord thief in the north, and after the warlord died, at least Chen Duxiu's proletarian ideology organization could be less restrained, which is what he wanted to do.

At that time, Mr. Sun told him so.

—It is advisable to serve the country with articles, and there is no need to go to risk.

At this moment, Yi Baiyar's fingers flicked the ridge of the sword, and the sword sounded.

The thirty-five-year-old reader gulped again.

"The eldest husband can't kill a thief to save the country, so why is he happy in life?"

Alone, he traveled thousands of miles north to the Beijing Division, preparing to assassinate the warlord Xu Shichang.

However, the military guard was too strict and eventually failed.

The sky was overcast, and it seemed like a heavy rain was about to fall.

The reader in a suit stood on the boat, and asked the boatman in a calm voice: "Boat family, are we going to Qu Yuan's hometown this time?" "

"yes." The boatman replied.

This reader had no spirit in his eyes, he just looked at the vastness of the river in front of him like this, rolling away.

Until after disembarking,

Standing in front of this lonely river, alone, Yi Baisha looked at the rolling water in front of him, and his steps were very slow.

Those eyes passed through thousands of years in a trance and saw the mournful voice of the scholar.

He murmured. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

The sky is as gloomy as it seems to be a coincidence of history.

"The world is turbid, and the human heart cannot be described as vicious.

Knowing that death cannot be allowed, do not love it.

Tell the gentleman, I will be like a miserable. "

Yi Baiyarn untied his sword, smiled sadly, and glanced back at this airtight and airtight China.

"Zhongfu, I'll go first."

"Mr. Qu Yuan, would you like to take Baisha in?"

The water was cold, and several pictures appeared in front of Yi Baizha's eyes.

That year, when he returned from Kawasaki, he talked about Zou Yongcheng throwing himself into the sea to martyr the country, and at that time, Chen Duxiu only said that those who are worried about their lives must not be self-defeated.

Tell him yourself: "Maybe one day, I will also commit suicide like Qu Yuan, will you also come to laugh at me then?" "

Immediately, the next screen reappeared.

On the boat that came back, he persuaded Chen Duxiu, and it was evening outside the porthole, and he couldn't see it.

Only he said, he can see.

Is it visible?

He doesn't know.

But he couldn't see.

On this night, the water of the Xiang River was cold.

19.21 years! Easy white sand! Failed to assassinate the warlord and committed suicide by throwing himself into the river!

Sorry, but now he does not see the light, the fire of proletarian thought is still very weak.

At that time.

Warring States, State of Chu.

Qu Yuan had just died, and the Qin State repeatedly violated Chu.

Bai Qi went further and captured the capital of Xing.

Many nobles who went abroad watched, choked and wept, and even the king fled with them.

At this time, they knew that what Qu Yuan said was right.

"The soul returns, the soul returns!"

At that time.

Daming.

Iron String stood on the city wall, watching the chaotic thieves gradually arriving in the distance.

He just carried his hands behind his back, still looking up, and stared at the golden list in the sky.

Seeing the moment when Yi Baisha threw himself into the water and was martyred, Tie Xian suppressed and closed his eyes.

Such a scene made him think of Chen Tianhua, who lost hope and could not see the light in Kawasaki because of Kawasaki's oppression, the Qing court was exterminated, cruel and unscrupulous.

He couldn't wait.

It's just that the iron string didn't say anything, he had seen this person's life, participated in several times and failed, and saw that the situation was numb, dim and decaying, and he was too tired.

"Despair from beginning to end, you did your best."

"Next, it's the next generation."

Now.

On the gold list, a new picture reappears.

HU Nangong. In the industrial organization, a group of students learned that Yi Baisha had been martyred by throwing himself into the water, and they were sad and indignant, and they could not suppress themselves.

On this day, they looked at the sky outside, and the gloomy posture that seemed to be about to fall at any time was extremely depressing.

The clouds are thick, the wind is howling, and the wind is coming with a gentle wind.

The young students closed their eyes, but the fire in their chests and the grief made their blood boil.

They opened the paper and wrote an elegy for this taxi born today.

The writing pen and ink are impregnated, and the force penetrates the back of the paper.

The useless do not die, the useful die angrily, and I cry for the future of their country

Last year's memorial to Duke Chen, this year's memorial to Duke Yi, his Nai long yarn later into He.

These students looked at this elegance, turned around, and there was a gushing river.

Even though the sky was dark, there was still a bright and dazzling light under their eyes.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I won't leave with you in this way."

"We will live well and find any way, even if it is dust and everything."

Yes, they will do everything and pay everything, they still have to live, they still have to find a way.

Find that bright path for China's future.

Otherwise, the world will always be as dark and decaying as it is now.

At this moment, the students watched the river roll and whispered.

"Sir, you are too bitter, go slowly."

On the gold list, the new picture also unfolds again.

Shanghai Hai.

003 This is the day after Chen Duxiu left alone.

He had been sitting on the stone, unkempt for a long time, just like when he had won back from the east before.

This one single-handedly founded the Communist Party of China. The protarist readers, their eyes were bloodshot.

He leaned against the stone, his heart was sad and depressed, and he could not calm down for a long time.

Yi Baiyarn threw himself into the water and was martyred.

His friends have known each other since Dongying, and they are the same people who initially supported the idea of saving the country together.

Now he has chosen to kill himself.

Chen Duxiu looked up, looking at the dark clouds in the sky that blocked the sun, and gradually began to rain, he did not dodge, just watched like that.

Before that comes to mind.

On the ship back from Dongwin, he introduced himself to Mr. Zou Yongcheng who had participated in the failure of his life and threw himself into the water.

At that time, because of his family affairs and state affairs, he bluntly told him that those who are worried about life can never stop themselves from worrying. But he retorted to himself.

If he threw himself into the water and martyred the country like Qu Yuan one day, would he laugh at him?

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Fell on Chen Duxiu's face.

He tilted his head, water slipping down his face, not knowing if it was rain or tears in his eyes that he could no longer suppress.

"White sand, white sand!"

"You should fight, wait for dawn to appear, you should fight."

Chen Duxiu looked at the mountains and rivers.

His voice was a little choked: "This is how this era is, tearing every soul to pieces." "

He thought about the previous picture again.

At that time, before Bai Sha left, he told himself that he was a little tired and was going to write a book.

When he went to see him off, he patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "No hurry, our life is still long." "

But at that time, he didn't find out, and Bai Sha just smiled.

Now, Chen Duxiu finally knew.

White sand couldn't hold on.

He was a pure reader, a real man.

He is a pioneer of idealism, and his beliefs in this life are extremely brilliant.

Qu Yuan jumped into the river with sorrow and indignation for the Chu State, and he couldn't bear it.

Now, thousands of years later, history reincarnates.

Chen Duxiu didn't know how long he had been sitting here, and the sky was gradually darkening until nightfall.

The heavy rain finally stopped.

Chen Duxiu took out the candle from his arms, put it in front of him, lit it silently, and then lit a row.

In the night, the candle flame was dim and dim, swaying in the wind, but never extinguished.

The light of the fire fell in Chen Duxiu's eyes, cutting through the darkness.

At that moment, he said softly.

"White sand, you see, there is light."

Tang dynasty.

When Li Shimin heard this, his voice was also a little low.

"Throughout history, this era has been extremely dark and amazing."

They have to admit that these people who know that moths are fighting fire and also go to follow are touching.

Daqing.

Kangxi looked gloomy, but also with jealousy.

"What the hell are these Han people going to do, why are they like this!"

The military generals of various dynasties, the people of Li Li, only saw the candle in front of Chen Duxiu, the light was weak, but it reflected the dark night that had not been lit up for three hundred years.