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

The picture dissipates in the sky above the canopy and returns to darkness.

At this moment, there is silence in each dynasty.

In spring and autumn, the sky is getting dark.

Confucius did not continue the class, but chose to let Zilu wait for the students to go home.

In the empty and simple house, the tables and chairs were neatly arranged, but Confucius did not leave, but stood quietly in the room alone, looking at the empty room in a daze.

On the one hand, the picture presented in the canopy is too shocking, and a huge wave is presented in the canopy, which is the grandeur of the changing times, and on the other hand, Confucius himself cannot be calm in the depths of his heart.

The Confucian Temple, which he had been pursuing all his life, was abandoned in China in later generations.

He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Although he understood that there was nothing wrong with the Confucian Temple, it was some people with ulterior motives who bound his thinking to the old, feudal and backward, rather than the Datong idea he advocated.

"The third generation led by Chen Zhongfu, Li Shouchang, Lu Xun, Hu Shi, and Qian Xuantong, and the fourth generation that has not yet officially shown their prominence, what glory will you create?"

Warring States period.

In his later years, Mencius sometimes frowned, and sometimes his eyes shone brightly.

"These people, who have spent their entire lives in extreme poverty, have finally opened up a different path of characterism, and this great country will see the light of day!"

"After all, the times are different, and this kind of advanced thinking is indeed better than us..."

At dusk, the sunset fell on Mencius's face, shining red.

That's him laughing.

At this time, words appeared in the canopy.

[At the end of 1920, the night was still long, and it was snowing heavily, but in the mist, there were already sporadic fires, and it was someone who was lighting a fire. [

Eventually, there will be more and more fires and sparks, dispelling the fog and leading the light.] That's a path they're taking.

[The times are different, feudalism is becoming less and less, and the idea of communism will take its place. We were unlucky, but we were also lucky, lucky, and finally caught the last train of the upheaval of the times.

[What this country wants to interpret in the future is what is communism and what is China?]

[The word 'China' is engraved on the soul of the bones, not only a race, but also a spirit.

[The more they appear, the more their shadows have the shadows of their predecessors.

[Just because there is a fire in everyone's heart, illuminating the long night, and the night is bright. As

the text appears, so does the picture.

In the midst of a heavy snowfall, 1920 came to an end.

This year is not as vigorous as 1919, tragic and magnificent, the greatest, most brilliant, and most romantic deeds are a South Chen and North Li, meeting to make a proposal, a great organization is the outline of the prototype.

But they weren't really established yet, and they were really established, and in the next year!

It was still snowing, and a vague figure appeared.

He was neither Chen Zhongfu nor Li Shouchang, nor was he anyone who had already appeared in the sky.

Just a dark shadow.

Holding torches high and facing the snowstorm, he climbed a snow-covered mountain.

There are many tombstones on the high mountain, and many people are buried.

The figures looked past one by one and walked over.

It's like walking through a whole chronicle.

From Lin Zexu, Zuo Zongtang, to Tan Sitong, Liu Guangdi, Huang Xing, Wu Yue, Xu Xilin, Qiu Jin...

There are also countless martyrs who have died.

Some of them fell before dawn, some fell before the fall of the Qing Dynasty, and some fell in the chaotic Republic of China.

But they will eventually turn into shining stars, hanging in the starry sky, watching the country.

The path that countless ancestors have pursued all their lives has finally taken shape.

Now, I can face their graves and tell them from the bottom of my heart.

"Ancestors, the path you have been looking for has been found. At

this moment, the emperors of all dynasties were collectively shocked.

The creation of this great organization really shocked them.

1920 ended, but this organization had not yet been formally formed, and 1921 was the time for its formal establishment.

Daqin.

Ying Zheng looked at the words reflected in the canopy in a daze, as if he saw a beam of light reflecting an era.

"This man... Who is it?"

he muttered as he

stared at the back of the picture standing in front of the tombstones.

Offstage, Li Si couldn't help but take a step forward and said, "Your Majesty, maybe he's just a microcosm." "

The epitome?"

Ying Zheng was surprised.

"Yes,"

Li Si said movingly, "a microcosm of an era."

"It is not easy for this big country to get to where it is today, and too many people have been sacrificed.

"It is necessary to inform these people who are already in the Nine Springs.

Hearing

this, Ying Zheng fell silent.

After a long time, he finally spoke, but he passed through time and space and said it to the emperors of the Han Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty in later generations.

"You are all emperors of later generations, have you ever seen such an era?"

Emperor Wu of Han was silent, and then shook his head.

"No, I didn't.

Li Shimin also shook his head.

"No, I didn't.

"But now we see it.

He changed his words again and said, "Everyone is trying their best to do things, just for a red belief in their hearts." This kind of belief will be engraved in the bones of the entire nation..."

"1921, I am looking forward to it. "

......

In the canopy, the text continues.

[1921, this is the true beginning of history, and you will witness what it means to be groundbreaking.

[Tens of millions of people worked hard, fought to the death, and died, just for today.

[In January of that year, the Changxindian Labor School was established, which was a school belonging to the workers, peasants and laborers themselves, reading the shout, the call, the light of the awakening of the working class. As

the text falls, the picture emerges.

Deng Zhongxia's face was resolute, and he opened his mouth as he looked at the dense laborers in front of him.

"After a month of preparation, this school for workers was established. Laborers are great, and you will be the backbone of the promotion of communism!"

"Everyone present has experienced the two chaotic periods of the Qing Dynasty and the Old Republic of China, and they have one thing in common, that is, they do not attach importance to labor, and despise the working class. But that's not enough, we want to create a new era!!"

In front of the school, Deng Zhongxia raised his arms and shouted.

This is the section of the Jinghan Railway, Zhang Guotao, Zhang Tailei, Yang Rensi and others are also resolute.

In this school, workers will increase their knowledge, shape their personalities, and further enlighten their minds.

In

the corner, Li Shouchang stood in the dark and watched quietly.

With a smile on his serious face, he muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear.

"This big country will usher in a new life!"

the text then emerged.

[Later, they will also form trade unions to fight against the class strike movement.] 】