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

At this moment, one dynasty after another, one time and space.

From the emperor and generals to the common people, they all have mixed feelings in their hearts.

The changes of the times are surging, and China in later generations cannot stand still.

As the poem says, the eyes of the merry characters are really focused on the future generations and the present dynasty.

Are the people who are enough to shake off the changes of the times come out?

Now?

New words appear in the sky.

[The road of revolution is very long, very long, and there are many people who are willing to abandon their lives and go through it. Now they are on the stage of history to shine, and they are only the first batch. The scenery I have seen along the way has become a book of history paved with the brightest colors, which will be admired by future generations.

Perhaps, every year, there will be major changes. The legendary year 1912 came to an end, and 1913 came.

[This year, Yuan Weiting is still the most powerful person in this land, and he regards the Republic of China that countless revolutionaries have exchanged for their blood and lives as his own hall.

[But he was also afraid that the pioneers would start another revolution and overthrow him.] He looked big and rude, but he was thoughtful, otherwise he wouldn't have calculated step by step, stabbed twice, and stole a big country.

[In fact, the year before, he had done something for these people. The

picture emerges, and the text also appears.

[In the first year of the Republic of China, Yuan Xiangcheng invited Sun and Huang Bei, plus Li Yuanhong, including the 'Big Four', to meet and treat them with a state banquet. [

Xing was deceived by Yuan Xiangcheng for a while, claiming that "Yuan Gong is indeed a hero and a first-rate figure in the Republic of China". Electric.

Yixian looked at the current Republic of China, it was not what he imagined, the Yuan family could not lead the family and the nation to prosperity, and would only satisfy selfish desires.

He muttered to himself: "The Yuan clan has two major tactics to deal with political opponents, one is to buy with money or official positions, and the other is to assassinate. Brother Huang, you can't be deceived..."

Maybe it's an illusion, he has a hunch that something big will happen in the future.

At the same time, Nakafu has resigned from his post as secretary general of the prefecture and is beginning to think about the future of the country.

He has been to the magic capital, come to the capital, and every step he takes is looking for a way out of this country.

On both sides, are his two sons, Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian.

As a teenager, it's a time to be curious about the world.

But at this moment, there was a trace of confusion in their eyes.

"Dad, the sky of the Republic of China is so dark. The

second son looked up and said to him.

This stimulated Zhong Fu, and it was visible to the naked eye, his body trembled slightly.

Then, with a smile, he said to his two sons, "It will be bright, and we will find the way ourselves."

He also felt tightness in his chest, so he let out a long breath.

After Xinhai, the Republic of China should not be like this.

He knew that the revolution seemed to have succeeded, but it was no different from failure.

Where the future lies, he doesn't know.

But he knew he wasn't going to give up.

The times were still dark, so he burned himself and became the brightest torch.

He and those who are really for the revolution are willing to be the sharpest knife and pierce this era.

Dig up a piece of bloody flesh and let the rulers of the times know that it hurts, and it will change.

And the rulers of this era, whether it is the Qing court or the Yuan family, are the same.

Nantong, Daguantai.

It was rainy.

In front of a lonely grave.

The bearded man stood quietly with a black umbrella.

This is the tomb of his mentor Bai Yayu.

The wind was getting stronger, the rain was getting colder, and even though he was holding an umbrella, there was still some rain blowing into his eyes, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

A teacher for one day, a father for life.

Keeping the truth clear to this is that the teacher is truly devoted to the revolution.

His mind seemed to go back to that night.

In the face of Yuan Jun's execution, he was righteous and awe-inspiring, and calmly said: "Compatriots, the republic is very good, if you are a man, you should fight for the republic

!" "There is no pity for me to die, but you are slaves of the Manchurians today, and you will be cattle and horses for foreigners in the coming days,

how sad!"

Before the execution, the teacher raised his head to the sky and sang a desperate poem in a loud voice: "It is easy to die generously, but it is difficult to be righteous calmly." When the revolution is bloody, success is always in the sky. The body is like the decay of plants and trees, and the soul rotates with the sun and the moon. Geng Geng's mind and look up at the white clouds. I am worried, and the sky does not see mercy! I hope that the latecomers will be comradely connected. Although this body is dead, it has been passed down through the ages.

After a moment of all the words that the teacher said before leaving, word by word, were engraved in Shouchang's

heart, he looked at the grave and said to himself: "Teacher, your unfinished long-cherished wish will be fulfilled for you." The flame of revolution will never be extinguished!" Bai

Yayu's torch was extinguished.

But his students picked up the torches again and lit them.

The flame of old age is fading, but the flame of youth is more vigorous, and it will go on well in this era of despair everywhere.

And there are people who are still writing books.

In this era, he does not have such great ambitions as Nan Chen and Bei Li, but he also wants to wake up the numb people of this era.

He almost locked himself in his room, and spent the whole day writing except for eating and sleeping.

He firmly believed that the power of words is always more useful than foreign guns, foreign cannons, bloodshed and sacrifice.

The country has long been terminally ill, and

has even come to treat it once.

But it didn't seem to have worked.

This second doctor will be the one who heals the disease.

Ideology, education, and concepts.

He writes faster and faster, and the words he writes are getting heavier and heavier.

It was as if every stroke was infused with the strength of his whole body.

And gradually began to have the habit of writing a diary -

he had to write down everything he saw, heard, saw and heard.

Tell the world how dark this world is

! People in this world, wake up, don't be insensitive!

At this moment, the faces of the viewers changed one after another.

These three people have appeared before.

In the past, they didn't worry about the country and the people, but at that time they were too young, and this idea was still in its infancy.

But now, they saw determination, determination, as strong and blazing as a flame.

Perhaps, from this moment on, they have all found the path they stick to and will unswervingly go on.

"Good!"

Ming Dynasty.

The old Zhang Juzheng hadn't spoken for a long time, but at this moment, he shouted excitedly.

Then, his lips squirmed, and he let out a slight murmur.

"The next era belongs to you..."