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

This winter, it is not only the sound of the wind that is loud, but also the sound of taking an oath.

Under the faint candlelight, the solemn and serious faces of the four people were reflected.

The ancestors of each dynasty saw it, and there were stars and firelight in the eyes of the four people.

Starlight is not the same as firelight.

The former represents hope, the latter represents struggle, and blood is represented.

This group of people is like this, watching their nation fall into the abyss and fighting for an ideal all their lives.

Once you grasp the hope, you will not let go.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier....

This is domestic.

The same is true abroad.

As soon as the picture turned, he came overseas and went abroad.

Some time ago, young people went to different countries, the sun never sets, Germany, Belgium...

In the end, after going around and around, I still returned to the country of development.

Because he felt that this was still the place where the atmosphere of revolution was strongest.

However, standing beside him, there was also a woman.

She is Liu Qingyang, who is also a member of the Enlightenment Society.

She said softly: "Actually, there is a communist group here, but because the distance is too far, we didn't have time to be notified to participate in that meeting."

"However, groups from all over the country have already taken action, and we, the Paris team, cannot be left behind.

"Now is the time when there is an urgent need for manpower, can you join?"

Liu Qingyang took the initiative to extend his hand to him.

The young man did not respond immediately, but just blew a cold wind and looked at the exotic buildings around him.

Here, however, he saw many familiar oriental faces.

There are more and more people with their hair, and they... Including himself, he only struggled for the same ideal.

This is also his ambition since childhood.

At this time, a passionate and pleasant melody sounded in the cold streets.

The music was melodious, and he and Liu Qingyang were unconsciously attracted to the past.

I saw that in the distance, someone was playing the violin, immersed in this heavy snow, and the whole person's mind seemed to be immersed in this passionate rhythm.

The tune is getting higher and higher, and the hearts of young people are getting more and more excited.

"I know the name of the whole song - the Internationale!" At

this moment, the young man smiled, and everything was foggy.

This song has already been translated in China, and it has long begun to circulate. "

Get up, (...) It's hard............

In the passionate songs, the young man couldn't help but recall the road abroad.

He has traveled to many countries and seen different histories and people. In the same way, he has been exposed to many different isms.

Orthodoxy, syndicalism, Geertism... And so on and so forth.

But each one is not right.

Liberal apocalypticism is too ethereal and empty talk, syndicalism has gradually been internationalized by the Third International, and Geertism has recently declined and has never flourished.

Now there is only one way left.

Finding his way, his eyes lit up at once.

In the face of Liu Qingyang's invitation, he just slowly stretched out his right fist.

"The doctrine I believe must have remained the same, and I am very determined to promote it.

"For the sake of doctrine, I am willing to fight all my life!"

During the work-study program, he learned about the situation of international students here, and he was still persecuted.

He plans to write an article to China detailing the situation of international students abroad.

"The oppressed people of the world, unite! Now they have also come to their senses, all the compatriots who work and study, unite!"

Now that he's in the group, he's going to get moving.

At the same time, the Third Rome.

The snow here is heavier than in China.

The young man surnamed Liu, Xiao Jinguang, Ren Bishi and others are studying hard in the cold window.

In his heart, a thought gradually sprouted.

"The world is cruel, there is no savior at all, we can only save ourselves

!" "I want to join this organization!"

In

the cold wind, the young man's eyes were unprecedentedly serious.

He's ready to give it all.

Also here, inside another cramped room.

Someone came from Mao Xiong's side, and Mr. Qiu went to meet and talk, and he still benefited a lot.

He looked out the window at the cold wind raging, and couldn't help but think: "Tsarist Russia has succeeded, not only because of the determination of the doctrine of the road, but also because there is a person who leads them, when will there be such a person in our country?"

There's a lot going on this year.

[Le Yunpeng's cabinet collapsed, and a new cabinet came to power.

[After the first war, the thinking gradually became crazy, and an extreme dictatorship will be born in the West, which will also become the fuse of a new war. [

The nine major countries of the world held the 'Capital Conference' in the Star Country.

This year, the world is still in the midst of rapid changes, but all of these are hidden in a heavy snow that swept the world.

The snow-white snow seems to be able to cover up all evils.

It is also a sentence for this groundbreaking year.

[I always want to open up a bright path for everyone.

[I would like to turn into a thunderbolt that shatters the old world.]

[May my phosphorus also emit more heat and light.]

[There are three standards for good people in this era -- first, good people have integrity; second, good people have achievements; third, good people have to work for the welfare of the nation. Someone asked, "Would you like to be a good person?" and then these people will answer with their lives. At

this moment, the Southern Song Dynasty.

Zhao Gou finally looked frightened and pointed to the words in the sky.

"Give orders quickly to prevent the people from watching the canopy.

"These words, and these people, can set off wars and rebellions!"

Because looking at these words, he seemed to see the future of the Great Song Dynasty: the chaos of mountains and rivers, the invasion of foreign races, the rebellion of the people, and finally the fall of imperial power.

At this time, a new picture appeared in the canopy.

[The new year has arrived, and this year, the country is still in turmoil, official political knowledge is chaotic, and the people are struggling to make a living. Li Hanjun also disagreed with Chen Zhongfu. The

screen appears.

It's no longer snowing, but it's still cold.

Facing the grass outline handed over by Chen Zhongfu, Li Hanjun only read it once, and then fell silent.

After a long time, he spoke: "Mr. Zhongfu, your thinking has changed again, and ideals and moderate revolution will not be able to develop and strengthen our organization, let alone save the country. "

Where did the gentleman who dared to make a bomb during the storm and thunder go?"

he asked angrily.

But in response to him, there was a long silence.

He looked at Li Hanjun: "Different time periods, doing different things, thinking will also be different, violence and blood can be once or twice, the more times, the more sacrifices, and sacrifice will not save this country."