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

Gold list inventory.

[In this year, 19.31 Chinese sports organizations intersected with the international Olympic Games, the international Olympic Games officially recognized Chinese sports organizations, and Chinese sports organizations were allowed to participate in the World Olympic Games]

Some people fall into memories that he was the first Chinese to participate in the Olympic Games,

He fell into memories,

At that time, a man holding a child with pigtails was a little confused, wondering if the child would have pigtails like himself and be ridiculed for pigtails?

"I hope you can bring a little hope to this rotten and chaotic world."

Later, the four-year-old was watching his peers go to the school.

In fact, it was time for him to enter the school, but his family was too poor.

Father told him.

"If you like running, go to a foreign competition and win an award."

"You have to prove for China, remember, this land under your feet is your strength."

"As long as you hold this land, everything will come back."

He didn't understand, but he remembered, to win the prize, to prove for China.

The child gradually grew into a teenager, and he understood what the teachers said, and China was about to sign a funeral humiliation. The peace treaty of the country.

The teenager found his father: "I want to be a sports student, China must be strong, every aspect must be strong." "

In the Northeast Small Courtyard, a teenager who had already begun to study was running to a school more than ten miles away every day, his eyes were bright, and he thought of what his father told him, to be a sports practitioner, to tell those people in the West, to correct the name of China.

His name is Liu Changchun.

At that moment, he looked excitedly at the qualification for the competition.

China can be on the world stage!

Someone is helping him, in front of Zhang Boling, who founded Nankai University, and the figure who single-handedly promoted the integration of the Olympic Organization and China.

Liu Changchun knelt down and bowed his head in thanks, excited.

Zhang Boling also looked at the child in front of him and thought of when Nankai University was founded twelve years ago, when he was thinking about when China would go international.

He stretched out his hand to help Liu Changchun and thought of Zhang Xigu, the child of "297".

At that time, he reached out and patted the child's shoulder.

"Go and be the first person in our country to participate in the Olympic Games."

"Go and win glory for your country, kid."

The elderly Zhang Boling looked at the setting sun in the distance.

"In the past three hundred years, my Chinese have been all shame in sports, and in the eyes of those overseas and foreign countries, China is East Asia. Weak husband. "

"Go prove to them, go and tell them we're not!"

On the gold list.

The screen appears.

The train was bubbling brightly, and at the edge of the window, a young figure was clinging to the window, watching the sunlight outside.

He watched as the sunlight cast through the window, skimmed the grass and warblers, and spilled on the table.

At that time, the young man was laughing.

He is Zhu Datong, who joined the proletarian organization in the most dangerous place last year, and just received an invitation from the organization to go to Su County this year.

Many students are excitedly commenting: "Our country's Soviet Union has been established, and there is no . The industry organization comes to our county! "

At that time, he thought about his childhood.

Looking at the newspapers, at that time, he was thinking that he must join Wu. Production organization.

Today, he is already a glorious no. Member of the industrial organization.

The train slowly stopped.

Zhu Datang's figure also began to appear all over the county, holding a book and pen, knocking on doors, making propaganda records and sticking slogans.

"Sorry for your life? To be sad is to change the current environment and move in a better direction. "

"None. The industrial organizations represent the will of the workers, the peasants, and the common people. "

"Wait for us no. The industrial organization has established a country that belongs to the people, and what the people say is what the country wants to say. "

He propagated to children, to the elderly.

Sometimes he would appear in the shed, wearing workers' clothes, and sometimes he would enter the fields.

He was so happy that he didn't know that his magnificent life was about to begin.

The gold list screen continues to rotate.

This time, there was not much furnishings in a small office.

At the desk, Deng Zhongxia smiled bitterly, and Qu Qiubai did not speak.

Once again, they failed.

Intra-organization tends to be international. Several comrades who organized opinions on the direction of the organization and forcibly risked the capture of the city were victorious.

They are desperate that the line has given up none. The initial rural areas chosen by the industrial organizations focused on the cities.

Yes, those people won, nothing . Sankou won.

Now they support Donggangshan none. The idea of industrial organization, people who want to take the rural route, have been relieved of power.

Qu Qiubai's voice was hoarse: "None. Sansi still doesn't know the Chinese road, they only know to take risks according to one model, and Donggangshan is right. "

But no one listened.

The road is trial and error, to see who is right in the end, who stands out, and define this era!

Take stock of the text.

[In mid-January of this year, none. The industrial organization Soviet District Center was established, located in Xijiang, and the department officially guided the whole country without . Industry organization work, China none. The industrial organization has its own center, and the representatives of the hoe team who are responsible for the overall planning of the department are the representatives of the hoe team, as well as the Donggangshan Wu. Member of the production organization, Xiangdi Wu. Members of the production organization, etc., once the news came out, there was no one across the country. The production organizations put up slogans, wrote articles, the letters were exchanged enthusiastically, and the workers' and peasants' fighters also passed on word of mouth, celebrating for this, no . From now on, the industrial organizations will no longer fight separately, and they will be scattered]

[In late January, the people sent Shanghai police officers to patrol the Shanghai Concession together with the Shanghai Concession, and suddenly searched for nothing. Activities and landing of industrial organizations in Shanghai]

The screen expands.

Late at night.

Members of the Left Writers' Union have their heads bowed and are writing.

They also continue to lash out at the nationalist Chiang bald head.

However, the next moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.

The dense boots landed on the ground, and the sound of footsteps made several people frown.

"Arrest these outlaws!"

The military and police who took the lead were extremely fierce, and Yanshi looked at this scene and knew that they could not leave today.

At that time, he turned his head and looked at his fellow travelers, his voice calm and calm.

"Let's go."

After tidying up his clothes, he took the lead in walking in the forefront.

Li Qiushi, Yin Fu, Hu Yepin, and Feng Yao, a group of literati members of the proletarian organization, also stood up one after another, still holding newspapers and periodicals in their hands.

The newspapers and periodicals in their hands all wrote Marx's thoughts, nothing. The path of property.

These people calmly walked out the door and stepped into the dark night.

Ji Shi smiled: "Every era has literati blooming, everyone, this time it is us." "

Li Qiushi also smiled.

"Well, lest future generations say that in this era, there is no literati style."

Five people in the dark night, walking in the wind, laughter echoing in the wind.

The gold list inventory continues.

[In late January, Zhong Ai Hu Wu. The head of the production organization is changed, and the representative is none. The comrades of the international industry, the will of the old Mao Ziguo, began to implement nothing. The direction of the industrial international, forcibly carrying out armed stunnings that are inconsistent with the current situation in China, China has no . More than thirty members of the previous organization who refused to take the adventure route were expelled]

[Do you think it is right to establish a proletarian organization, but there must be someone in the organization to find a path suitable for China]

【Find the right way!!! 】

[In early February, after the proletarian literati were arrested, they were severely tortured by the nationalists]

The screen expands.

The prison was cold and damp, and it was almost dusk, and only a small window could barely see the outside world.

"You guys think clearly, you're just some readers."

"The reader will do what the reader should do, as long as you express your confession. The articles of the production organization, we will let you out. The leader of the military and police looked at the several leftist writers in front of him, his brows furrowed.

He never thought that even the readers of the proletarian organization were hard bones.

The torture in their hands, not to mention the readers, even those soldiers sent by the nationalists can not bear it.

However, at this moment, Ji Shi smiled.

"What should a reader do?"

He turned his head and took a mouthful of blood: "You say, what should a reader do?" "

Yin Fu was also tied up, and his body was stained with blood.

"Readers, naturally, are not afraid of broken bones, and must leave their innocence in the world."

At that time, Feng Yi also nodded, as if something inexplicably great was burning in his eyes.

"The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is fluttering, and the life is heavy and rainy, do you understand?"

"You also said that books should do what readers should do."

The leader of the military and police turned livid and looked at the several white-faced scholars in front of him.

"What the hell are you trying to say!"

Several people burst out laughing.

The military police understood, he waved his hand, his eyes extremely gloomy.

In the dark, when a row of firearms was loaded, several readers were still laughing. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

They looked at the sunset outside the small window and laughed.

"In the past, Yu Qian, a Daming reader, could die for the faith of his family and country, and today's reader Yin Fu can also do it."

"Since Wen Tianxiang can martyr his Great Song, why can't today's readers martyr me and wait for Wu. Thoughts? "

"I will be martyred for today!"

"None. The organization is right, we die for the right path, nothing is impossible. "

Every era has what the literati of every era should do.

Gunshots rang out.

Outside the small window, the setting sun was dyed blood red.

Da Tang.

Wei Zheng looked at this scene and his eyes reddened.

"Good, wait."

"This is the wind bone of my Huaxia Dynasty for thousands of years, inheritance!"

Daming.

Chen Zilong also looked at this scene and clenched the strategy in his hand.

"Good."

He murmured.

"Every era has what the literati of every era should do."

He looked sadly at the picture on the gold list, and immediately looked at the mountains and rivers in front of him.

"Wait for the mighty spirit, the Han style is still there!"

Immediately, he turned around and took a firm step.

"I should also do what the literati of this era should do."

Southern song dynasty.

Lu Xiufu sighed and closed his eyes.

"You are happier than me, at least your path is right."

The gold list perspective turns.

In the wilderness, a pot of wine is pouring.

There is a wind and sass, coming from the north.

Chen Duxiu looked at the newspaper with a complicated expression.

In the press, none. The international began to meddle in China's none. Production organization.

They broke the Chinese nothing. The industry organizes the predetermined route and forcibly wants China no. The industrial organizations follow their path of despair.

But the situation on both sides is different.

Chen Duxiu's voice gradually grew old.

"My path is wrong, but nothing. Sanko's adventure path is also wrong..."

"China's none. Production, let us go by ourselves. "

"Not by you, but by the next generation of China."

The wine is poured and spilled on the ground.

The gold list perspective turns again.

Shanghai Hai.

Zhou Shuren was standing outside the door at this moment.

When the wine in his hand was poured, his eyes seemed to suppress some uncontrollable emotion.

"Gentlemen, you have your own arrogance."

"For none. Martyrdom is the bloody nature of the literati in your bones. "

"There's always something to remember you, right?"

At that time, the wine was poured, and Zhou Shuren's eyes were determined, yes, he wanted to commemorate.

In the national faction faction crazy hunt no. The production organization of literati, even these literati do not let go of the cusp.

The gentleman who wrote down the notes of the madman, reappeared.

He put away his glass and took out his pen and paper.

"It is not the young who write the memory of the old, but in these thirty years, I have witnessed the blood of many young people, layer by layer, burying me so that I can't breathe, I can only use such pen and ink, write a few sentences, can be regarded as digging a small hole in the dirt, and breathe by myself, what kind of world is this..."

As he wrote, he thought of the time when he would build Zuo Yi with them.

That stone like Fang Xiaozi, who is good at teaching Chinese...

When the pen and ink in his hand were splurging, he seemed to be driven by resentful emotions, so his emotions became out of control.

By the time I stopped writing, it was late at night.

Zhou Shuren chanted: "See nothing in all eyes, and be saved in hopelessness." "

At that moment, only the decaying world remained, and the night was as cold as water.

Gold list inventory.

[In February, China Wu. The industrial organizations began to issue more land ownership for the peasants, declared the peasants to be small private producers, put forward the idea of risk-taking, believing that the objects of death included not only anti-imperialism and anti-feudalism, but also advocated all the upper petty bourgeoisie and bourgeois reformists. The industrial organization should adopt an offensive line on a national scale.

[In mid-February, a sulfur burning accident occurred in the coal mine run by the Northeast Dong Ying people because of outdated equipment and no safety precautions, and the Dong Ying businessmen not only did not rescue it, but ordered the mine to be closed, and all the more than 3,000 Chinese workers who were working were burned to death]

The screen expands.

The young man in his twenties stumbled and walked pale towards the coal mine.

When he saw that only the last bit of smoke remained, the severe pain in his chest made him choke on his breath.

On the side of the road, there are also East Win people carrying a body like char to leave.

The young man's gaze swept over, looking at the bodies of his compatriots curled up in inhuman form, and his hands were shaking.

"This is ... What's going on? "

While the young miners watched their brother of the Miners' Brotherhood coming, choked and spoke.

"These Dongying people's equipment was too old and spontaneously combusted, and in order to reduce the loss of coal mines, they directly asked people to close the mine caves, and there were more than 3,000 brothers below at that time."

"Both... It's gone. "

Yang Jingyu, a member of the proletarian organization, breathed extremely depressed, and his angry eyes were bloodshot.

East Win!

This moment.

The screen starts to turn.

In February, inside a cold adobe house.

With the light outside the window, 3.9 Donggangshan from Wu. Representatives of the industrial organizations are writing letters.

"Comrades, our path from the countryside to encircle the city is right."

"This is the process that should have been in the era of civil rights despair, no. Industrial organization cannot be done in a day, and only the necessary means to practice bourgeois democracy are really good methods. "

There is also debate within the organization, as in the past.

The screen continues.

Shang Hai, who had just returned to China after studying journalism from Dongying, is now participating in the Left Writers Alliance and is still founding a weekly for them, Wenyi News.

As a journalist who wants to become a journalist, Yuan Shu, who exposes the way of the world and makes his own contributions to China, also learned about Wu. The road to today.

One path is adventure, centering on a city with a good worker base, and carrying out urban armed seizures of government affairs.

The other road is Donggang Mountain No. The industrial organization proposed to develop rural roads and take the road of encircling the countryside to complete the life.

There is another piece of news from the northeast.

In the northeast coal mine forcibly occupied by the Dongying people, an accident occurred during the mining process, resulting in the death of more than 3,000 compatriots.

More than 3,000 lives!

He pounded the table hard, gritting his teeth.

He had just won back from the east, and he hated that damn projectile land!

There is also news that five writers, including the Left Writers Union, were arrested by the Kuomintang for no reason, and their whereabouts are still unknown.

As a journalist, Yuan Shu knew that several writers had been wrongfully killed.

He kept his head down and wrote this cold winter night, even as the methods of the nationalists became more and more cruel.

He wrote the news of the murder of five gentlemen.

As he wrote, he muttered to himself.

"I will let the world know, gentleman of letters, gentleman righteousness!"

The moonlight in the sky sank into the dark clouds, leaving only a lone lamp shining on the night.

From now on, the dynasties witnessed the emergence of a new group of people in the country.