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

As the words fell, a new image emerged in the canopy.

In the hospital, a young man with white hair and a pale face was lying on the hospital bed, looking haggard, his eyes glazed and his breathing was weak.

"Ahem... Ahem, ahem!"

He coughed violently, several times with almost every breath.

In a few cases, I will cough up blood.

At this moment, Guo Qinguang no longer struggled.

"Qinguang, hold on!" several

friends were still shouting anxiously beside the bed.

But Guo Qinguang understands that his body is on the verge of limit.

"The doctor said that I am sick, and even if I didn't have this march, I wouldn't have lived long.

"But the country is indifferent, it's no different from a dead man? I just hate that I can't last long, and I can't see China strong in my lifetime!!" Guo

Qinguang said in a low tone, and his breathing gradually became shorter.

Whenever he talked about state affairs, he became emotional, even now near the end of his life.

Xie Shaomin, Liu Renjing, Fu Sinian and other students were all moved.

"The country is endangered, the government especially uses the power of the lion to fight the rabbit, in order to suppress the people's morale that is dying, and the matter of Dongying's treatment of my study abroad is not seen in the motherland of Shengsi Changsi, this is not a matter that can be solved by the resistance of our students alone! It needs to be passed down from generation to generation!"

"Father, I wanted to tell Sugito that he had been subdued, but I didn't wait until I died..."

Guo Qinguang muttered, his breathing became more and more rapid, and the pupils in his eyes became more and more dilated.

He knew he was going to die.

Died at the age of twenty-four.

His eyes gradually blurred, and in a trance, he saw clearly his short and regretful life.

Born in a peasant family, the family is poor.

relied on his father's frugality to provide for him to go to primary school.

He vividly remembered that in the summer when he was seventeen years old, his father fell ill and died.

Before my father died, he kept saying that there was no hope for this country.

"It's not the Qing Dynasty anymore, and the rancid eight-strand set is no longer applicable.

"But the overthrow of the Qing Dynasty cannot be used in the current Republic of China, and the current way to save this country has not yet appeared, and it is still unknown when it will be explored." "

During this time, China will always be bullied..."

These words, like needles, were deeply pierced in the heart of his youth.

At first, the young man also had great ambitions, but he was chilled by the stupid commander-in-chief.

In order to restore the imperial system, Yuan ignored the opposition of the people of the whole country and signed the shocking "Twenty-one Articles".

At that time, the whole country was angry, how could he be missing?

So he angrily took to the streets, ignoring the situation suppressed by the authorities, and gave a speech on the stage.

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, so much so that he vomited blood on the spot.

It wasn't until this moment that he understood what kind of era it was.

It is even more cruel than the Qing Dynasty!

The young man is young, but he is determined to save the country.

Eventually, one day, this Congress will stand up, and it will take too many people to work hard to forge a new path.

"It's just that the road has just begun, and I'm about to pass away..."

Guo Qinguang lay on the hospital bed, muttering to himself.

Unwilling.

I'm really unwilling....

"But this path is correct, it doesn't matter if I die, please you, as well as thousands of students in the future, must firmly embark on this path. "

I'm not alone!" The

deadline was approaching, but Guo Qinguang shouted this sentence to death.

His eyes burst with dazzling brilliance, dazzling to the extreme.

"What I haven't done, you have to go on for me.

"The road I have not finished walking, you will also finish for me."

"Jingjing students, pass on the flame, there will always be hope." He

held their hands tightly, very tightly.

Obviously I didn't have much strength, but the students felt the weight of a thousand catties.

Guo Qinguang is dead.

He died three days after the May Fourth Wind and Thunder.

In the middle of the screen, text emerges.

[Guo Qinguang, formerly known as Guo Shupeng, the only student who died in the wind and thunder, was added as a 'martyr'. At

this moment, the dynasties were shocked.

From the emperors and generals, to the sages and poets, to the common people in cloth, they all felt shocked.

Qin Dynasty.

Ying Zheng looked at the young man with complicated eyes, and closed his eyes forever.

His face was pale, and his head was full of gray hair, which was so dazzling.

"He's dead after all

..."He couldn't help but sigh and said: "But his spirit is not dead, it still affects other students, this is the most terrible place..."

Northern song dynasty.

Wen Tianxiang was dressed in a white robe, his eyes were deep, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"Since ancient times, there have been dead people who are lighter than a feather, or heavier than Mount Tai.

"His death will make this volcano even more violent..."

In the sky, the picture continued to emerge.

At the white funeral, all the teachers and students of Peking University were present.

Guo Qinguang's posthumous photo is quietly placed.

There were faint sobs at the scene.

But even the weeping people had blood-red eyes and clenched fists.

Bursting silently, Guo Qinguang's death spread throughout the campus, making the air in this sky even more depressing.

Before more than 10,000 students, Xu Deheng, the representative of Peking University students, took the stage, his eyes swept the audience, his eyes were red, and he slowly spoke: "Today's memorial to Guo Jun is no different from mourning ourselves." Because of Guo Jun's unfinished career, it is all up to us to carry on his ambition and achieve his current position, and we are willing to give up!"

Chen Zhongfu stood in front of the student, his voice sharp.

"Guo Jun is a strong grass, no matter how big the wind and waves are, they can't blow out his patriotism. We must not sit idly by and watch the national crisis at the moment!"

"The October Revolution in Tsarist Russia ushered in a new life for the people of this country, and our own movement must not be stopped, and we must fight to the end!"

he clenched his fists and brazenly appealed.

"Clear love, only for China. A hundred years ago, a hundred years later, there will always be people who love this land and protect this land!" "

Now, it's our

turn!" "It's our turn!"

"Boom..."

There was thunder in the sky, and it was raining heavily.

On May 7, 32 students had not yet been released. But the confusion of teachers and students is gone.

Guo Qinguang used his death to make the new young people of the era firm their belief in the road.

The fire has been kindled.

But the heavy rain could not be extinguished.

Perhaps, the Beiyang government did not even realize the scope of this fire.

Not only the capital, but also the magic capital, Hunan, Hubei... Covering all the map of China!

Finally, the spark is on fire.