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

In the canopy, Chen Zhongfu's words to the youth came to an end, and the dynasties were silent.

They were all shocked.

"A book, a magazine, what kind of waves can it set off?"

Qin Dynasty, Zhao Gao's heart was shocked instinctively, but after thinking about it, this didn't seem to be a big event worth celebrating.

His mind is still stuck on the fact that he can conquer a dynasty with a long gun and a short cannon, and he does not understand what effect an article written with a pen can play.

But he has never seen this kind of era, and countless people have stood up and walked all the roads to save the country.

Now, it's the turn of ideas to save the country.

"Can it succeed?" At

this moment, not only Zhao Gao, but also Li Si and Qin Shihuang all looked at it seriously.

Great Song.

Song Taizu and Zhao Kuangyin also didn't understand.

He lowered his head, looked at the memo he was reviewing, and muttered to himself: "Is there really such a strong force in writing?"

"Whether it is to defend the country or to revolt, the army and armed forces are indispensable. "

Warring States period.

Meng Ke stared at this scene.

This is the third time that Meng Mu has moved with him, and his eyes are gradually brightening.

"I understand, ideology, it's really important

!" "In the previous revolutions, ideas were still in the embryonic stage, and the armed forces occupied an absolute position, but the armed forces were a number after all, and thoughts and words were immeasurable!"

At this moment, the germ of thought also planted seeds in Meng Ke's heart.

At the same time, he is also looking forward to.

"If the idea is established, what will this country look like?"

Chen Zhongfu stood by the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the dark night sky.

He still looked down, but the light in his eyes that found the path could not be hidden.

Just like the "Youth Magazine" that he just founded, it is still in the development period, and there are very few people who come to write about it.

But he believes that more and more like-minded people will join the battlefield.

"Tan Sitong, Liu Guangdi and other first generations have opened up the consciousness of national change and are not conformist, and the second generation such as Yixian and Huang Xing have awakened people's psychology of revolutionary resistance, and it is time for us to really stand up in the third generation!"

He didn't know if the 'thought' was the right way, but he had to try.

The torch of the times has been inherited and now comes to his hands.

The inventory continues.

[Although Youth Magazine has just been founded, it has already begun to influence this generation. In

the capital, Qian Xuantong, who was already a senior teacher, happened to pass by a newsstand, and the four big characters of youth magazine caught his eye.

He flipped his hand and picked it up and began to read, and after only one glance, his eyes lit up.

"Young people are like the sun at eight or nine o'clock, not decaying and waning, and their thoughts, cultures, and personalities are rejuvenated from the inside out. Young people take the key to the rise and fall of China, ban Confucian and Mencian culture, and be the 'new youth' of this era..."

After just one glance, Qian Xuantong went deep into it and decided to buy every issue in the future.

"Sitting in this era... New youth?"

came the sound of laughter in his ears, and groups of young people walked by.

Qian Xuantong smiled, holding his two-year-old son in his arms.

At that time, he was still called Qian Bingqiong, not 'Sanqiang'.

Magic City.

Fudan Public School after Aurora.

Several students were gathering to read the Youth Magazine, and their faces were flushed with excitement.

"Autonomy rather than slavery, progress rather than conservatism, enterprising rather than retreating, cosmopolitan rather than secluded, practical rather than illusory, scientific rather than imaginary..."

"Okay! We are the new youth of this era, democracy and science are our way!" "

Magic City,

a slightly shy young man stood downstairs in the China Daily.

His name is Liu Bannong, and he has been working in the magic capital for almost four years.

The façade of Zhonghua Book Company was too big, and the interior was empty, so Liu Bannong had to leave.

How did he leave the house with his luggage back then, but four years later, he still returned home with a salute, and his eyes were confused.

Just as he was about to take three manuscripts to submit, a shout caught his attention.

"Mr. Chen!" Liu

Bannong looked back, and it turned out to be a new guest.

The editor of the daily newspaper is very enthusiastic, Mr. Chen is long, Mr. Chen is short.

Liu Bannong couldn't help but wonder a little, which 'Mr. Chen' is this?"

Liu Bannong's eyes lit up instantly, and he looked excited and cramped.

Obviously, he recognized the person in front of him as the author of "To the Youth".

He was also busy saying his name: "Liu Bannong." "

I didn't expect Chen Zhongfu to have heard his name.

"How many books have you translated in English?"

"Yes!"

It wasn't until this moment that Liu Bannong and Chen Zhongfu burst out laughing like old friends who had reunited after a long absence.

Text emerges.

[Maxima often has, Bole does not often have. In this way, Liu Bannong joined the "Youth Magazine" as a translator and chief writer.

[So, a group of new young people who marked the times appeared, and they shouted in hesitation, intending to use one word and one article after another to wake up the people who were sleeping in their minds. [

What awaits the future is unknown, but they are fearless, just as they are in their youth, the rise and hope of new China are in the new youth.

[If we are the sun at eight or nine o'clock, we are born to the sun. When the world is dark, we will be the brightest light to illuminate the way of a new culture. Not

only in China, but also in Dongying, there are similar voices.

When Li Shouchang, who had returned to China for a short time, returned to Dongying, his name had been expelled from Waseda University.

But Li Shouchang was not sad at all, because he felt that the time had come, and he originally planned to return to China.

Looking into the far east, he saw something?

There was a big man shouting that he was the emperor

, the smoke of war had spread there,

the fruits of the victory of the

revolution had been basically stolen,

and what was left behind was a world full of devastation and

chaos.

Like the Qing Dynasty, but it is more chaotic than the Qing Dynasty.

But a smile appeared on Shouchang Li's unsmiling face.

Because he saw youth.

Spring is coming.

This year, he was twenty-seven years old.

It is the age of 'youth'.

He thought of the 'spring' of life from the spring of the season, from the 'spring' of life to the 'spring' of the revolution, and from the 'spring' of the revolution to the 'spring' of China.

A longing rose in his eyes.

So, he picked up his pen and wrote a colorful article the day before he left Waseda: "Youth"!

I saw that outside Waseda University, it was already full of people.

They all looked at Li Shouchang and looked at the international student with a thick beard and a quiet personality.

He is not from Dongying, and his country is far away in China.

Now he has been expelled from school and left this country.

Being watched by so many people, Li Shouchang was not angry, but smiled faintly, put his hands behind his back, and began to sing the praises of youth.

"The civilization of youth, the civilization of struggle, but also struggle with circumstances, struggle with the times, and struggle with experience, so young people, the jade of life, the spring of life, and the flower of life. "

"With

the youth of me, we will create a youth family, a youth country, a youth nation, a youth human being, a youth earth, and a youth universe." At

this moment, the audience was shocked.