Dynasties watched the founding of the modern nation, and the emperors were shocked

Words are like fire, reflecting the sky of each dynasty.

Emperors, generals, literati and sages saw that it was a group of students who carried everything and spoke for a country.

Even if the momentum is weak, if there is a candle in the wind, we must fight and fight.

"What a bone?"

Su Shi, who had been exiled all his life, looked at the picture in the canopy, and finally couldn't help but open his complicated mouth.

He was used to being exiled, and the disgrace of the court did not affect him.

He remains optimistic.

But watching this group of students go forward and follow one another, he was moved.

"They weren't even literati, just a group of students!"

"Are the students and literati of that era like this?"

Su Shi couldn't help but whisper.

Ming dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang touched the broken bowl in his arms, and also fell into silence.

There is complexity in his eyes.

He rose from the bottom and experienced the ups and downs of the world, no less than that from China, but he had never seen such a student.

It's just deadly, like a wolf.

Especially this student named Guo Qinguang is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The family and country were in great affairs, and the family and country were humiliated, and he turned white overnight.

He was infected with tuberculosis and was still on the front line.

He didn't understand: "What are these students insisting on

?" "Could it be that just because of their shouts, their protests, and demonstrations, the Beiyang government changed its mind?"

As an emperor, he even felt a chill.

This is the power of the literati, this is the power of the students.

If you turn against yourself in the face of such people, should you kill them or not?

Because even if these people die, their words and deeds will still be remembered.

The spirit will be passed on.

It's still the Ming Dynasty.

Emperor Jiajing period.

Hai Rui silently looked at the court where the eunuchs and traitors were in charge, and then looked at the sky in the distance, where the group of students rose up to resist, even if they were desperate to light a fire.

"The fire has spread, let's see if it can be extinguished...",

"Who should ignite our flames

?" At this moment, in the canopy of each dynasty, the picture continued to appear.

Guo Qinguang had fainted after being beaten by the patrolmen.

The surroundings were already covered with pools of bright red blood, which Guo Qinguang spat out.

Several students who turned back took him away, but thirty-two students were suppressed by the warlords and arrested.

In a dark prison.

Several students clenched their fists, furious.

"Do you think that

if we are arrested, we will be afraid?"

"No! Even if we are locked up, more and more students will march in the streets against

you!" "There is a kind, you will arrest all the students!"

The warlords were so angry that some suggested: "The students who marched against them are hateful, but even more hateful are the heads of education who instigated these student demonstrations." As he

spoke, a pair of cold eyes looked out the window and in the direction of Peking University.

"President of Peking University, Cai Yuanpei!"

The picture changed, and it was Peking University.

Night falls.

Cai Yuanpei stood quietly at the gate of the North Campus, staring at the gradually approaching night, his eyes deepened.

He said to himself: "It seems that I have not been sitting in the position of 'President of Peking University' for a long time..."

"It's happened, there will always be someone in charge, I'll accompany you to hell.

He smiled indifferently, it was obviously a matter of life and death, but he said it so indifferently.

Cai Yuanpei looked at the captain and smiled: "You and Zhongfu are still young, what hell will you go to with me?"

"Perhaps, the future great power will depend on you." Patting

Li Shouchang on the shoulder, Cai Yuanpei returned to the school.

Only Li Shouchang was left alone to stand quietly in the cold night.

He clenched his teeth, clenched his fists, and repeated two words in his mouth.

"Cold night, cold night, when will the dawn of China come!" his

heart was stinged, and he planned to discuss an important matter with Zhong Fu.

Text emerges.

[This is a magnificent and lofty germ of thought, shining like a comet, sweeping the wheel of history.

[The glory of later generations also emerged because of this - that bright red illuminated the entire history of humiliation of blood and tears. It was born devastated and weak, but after taking over, the whole of China will be truly liberated.

[Of course, that's another story.]

[Later, the two separated.

But before they parted, they made a pact. A

new screen has emerged.

It was destined to be a sleepless night.

The march was over, but thirty-two students had been arrested, and there was gossip that the Beiyang warlords would deal with the matter severely.

A few of the students faltered.

Panic, like weeds, spread frantically in all directions.

Kuang Husheng saw it in his eyes, his face full of anxiety.

But his eyes became more and more determined.

He gathered Xie Shaomin, Liu Renjing, and other students together and loudly encouraged: "If we go on like this, we will start with heroism and end with fear, which will be of no benefit to state affairs!"

"It is advisable to break through the snare, continue to exercise, and fight a duel with the military and police, and achieve the final success! If it fails, it will be followed by death!" "

And I was the first to rush into Zhao's house, and I was the one who lit the fire, and I was the one who caught me!"

"I'm going to change those thirty-two classmates, revolution, I have to do it again!" The

surrounding students were shocked.

Kuang Husheng not only insisted on continuing the march, but also exchanged himself for the lives of the thirty-two classmates.

It's useless for anyone to stop it.

"Classmates, we are scholars, and the more critical the moment, the more we must not be rash.

"You think of the warlord as too simple, the warlord will not give up killing chickens and monkeys because of one person.

"The priority now is to get the thirty-two arrested students out, and I assure you that the students will be brought back in their entirety. At the

critical moment, the old principal came, with a serious expression and made reassurances in front of the students.

It was very dark and dark that night, and the clouds were so thick that there was not a single moon to be seen.

The news of the arrest and imprisonment of 32 students shrouded the hearts of teachers and students in Beijing like an endless haze.

This turmoil is far from stopping.

Since the wind and thunder have been set off, then there can be no rebellion in only one city in the capital, and other cities must also participate.

It's just that when the real wave comes, there will always be a few people who die first.

Life is so fragile that it shatters at the slightest touch.

Perhaps these students put their lives on the line from the moment they left the campus and stepped onto the streets.

In the canopy, bleak words emerged.

[Peking University student Guo Qinguang was already suffering from tuberculosis when he marched on the street, he was terminally ill, and he was arrested and beaten by warlords, repeatedly vomited blood, and was sent to the hospital for rescue. [

Rescue failed, and he died on May 7. 】