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

In the canopy, the smiles of the two are so pure, so heartfelt.

Chen Zhongfu is ten years older than Li Shouchang, but at this moment, he is open to treating the other party as multiple identities

- "a confidant, a teacher, and a comrade-in-arms

!"

After three years, the two shook hands again.

Shake hands to open up the true road of a new China.

I also shook hands in search of ideas that awakened the declining times.

"Get ready, we're going to start fighting!" Chen

Zhongfu said to Li Shouchang: "There may be many difficulties waiting for us in the future, but I believe that as long as we are firm in our hearts and morals, we can get through it!"

The picture fell, and the sky also returned to silence.

At this moment, Daqin's Ying Zheng and Li Si were watching.

Li Shimin and Wei Zheng of the Tang Dynasty are watching.

Yue Fei and Wen Tianxiang of the Southern Song Dynasty are also watching.

......

Thousands of people are watching!

Perhaps what they see is that this era is still chaotic, no different from the previous Republic of China under the rule of the Qing Dynasty and the Yuan family.

But relatively speaking, there is something a little different.

"What's more, something different?" Ying

Zheng frowned and thought seriously.

This feeling is like a broken soil that grows a green shoot, about to break through the soil.

Li Si pondered for a long time and said, "There are many more literati who lead the way.

"This era is no longer an era of gun uprisings and overthrowing the old system, and the literati dominate everything.

Li Si's words fell, and Yingzheng's eyes burst into a thousand essences.

Western han dynasty.

Liu Che also stood with his hands in his hands, staring.

"A very strange group of

people," he muttered, "obviously weak,

but it makes people feel that there is power... What kind of waves can this group of literati make?"

and under his stage, one person's body trembled.

He is Dong Zhongshu.

At this time, he had just proposed the idea of 'deposing the hundred schools of thought and respecting Confucianism alone'.

But when he saw the picture of the sky at this moment, his body trembled.

Because he has a hunch that the next will be a colorful and blooming era.

There will be more people who will stand up and speak their minds.

Instead of blindly respecting a certain thought!

Silent, Dong Zhongshu felt a hot pain in his cheeks.

At this time, the images of each direction appeared.

Dongying stopped the pace of continuing to plan China, and turned to wait and see, inquiring.

In the middle of the small houses, there were officers in civilian clothes everywhere, they gathered together, pointed and pointed, then took out a map, drew something on it, and walked away.

The first battle gave Dongying many opportunities to 'God Bless', and there is a tendency to develop towards the largest industrial country in Asia.

And China, still in the chaotic infighting of various warlords, does not know where to be a head.

Dalian.

Liu Changchun, who is already eight years old, still does not go to school.

The family is too poor.

He could only walk barefoot through the mountains and forests, to the outside of the school on the other side of the mountain, and watched quietly.

During this time, he saw many children of the same age, running fast.

But in Liu Changchun's opinion, they ran too slowly.

Not fast enough.

When he got home, he said to his father, "Dad, I want to go to school."

Whenever he heard this, Father Liu always lowered his head in silence and let out a long sigh.

At the beginning of the year, there was a modest snowfall.

But the temperature became bitterly cold, like winter.

Yuhang, Hupao Temple.

The cold wind was cold, and Uncle Li was sitting quietly, admiring the small snow, smiling.

He hadn't eaten for almost ten days.

From the initial dizziness and weakness of the limbs, it gradually improved to a normal spirit and a peaceful night's sleep, and he gradually realized the effectiveness of 'Bigu'.

In this troubled era where there is no hope, he is definitely a clear spring of the times, unstained from the mud, and clear and undemonic.

He is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but after experiencing the parting of his best friend, he seems to have an epiphany.

First, there is a song "Farewell", which is sad like a tide, and then it is the 'fasting' trip to the Tiger Running Temple.

It was as if he had completely changed as a person.

"To cherish what we have now is to cherish blessings, and cherishing blessings can bring blessings. "

It's only a second to close your eyes and open them again.

But Li Shutong had an epiphany all of a sudden.

He gazed at the chaotic world with calm eyes, as if he had seen through the red dust.

A thought that the world could not comprehend, at this moment came to his mind.

The world is so chaotic that there is no hope in sight.

The way of the world is like a huge bowl, covering all living beings.

Some people are shooting indiscriminately with guns, and human lives are like mustard; some people are looking around blankly, not knowing where to call home;

some people are holding high the torch of new culture in an attempt to wake up the people of the world; and some people are seeing through the red dust, shaving their ordination as monks, and never asking about the affairs of the world.

"Fighting, fighting, the world is fighting, overturning that big bowl.

In the hoarse murmur, it added a touch of heaviness to the year.

......

In the sky, the words continued.

[The emergence of new culture and new ideas has called on the literati of the world to be a 'new youth' of this era, and more and more literati have entered Beijing and come for the "New Youth". Some people rejoice, some people are confused. Beiping

.

It was still cold on the street, and the pedestrians were wrapped in thick coats and buried their heads in their clothes.

Curled up, hunched up, just like this stooped nation.

A sixteen-year-old boy watched quietly and clenched the hit "New Youth" in his hand.

He is Zhao Shiyan, who once contributed to Chen Zhongfu.

He also personally took to the streets to participate in the 'anti-21st' demonstration.

Although he is still very young and childish, he is much more mature than himself at that time.

We know that patriotism should not only be shouted slogans, but more importantly, put into practice.

So here he came.

He wants to join the "New Youth"!

This is joyful, but of course there are also confused.

This year, Mr. Shu stopped copying the inscriptions.

During this period, few people came to visit him, perhaps feeling a little lonely, he finally opened the door and went out to have a look.

But the moment you open the door, the first thing that catches your eye is loess.

The weather is too hot, and there is little grass and trees on the way to the loess.

Many dogs stuck out their tongues, and even the crows in the trees were panting with their mouths open.

The shop on the side of the road clearly shouted: "Hot buns! just out of the drawer..."

, but Mr. Shu glanced at it, and the twenty or thirty steamed buns on the dilapidated table next to him were not hot and spoiled.

Mr. Tree felt a hint of coldness for no reason.

The interest in going out for a stroll was gone, and he hid back.

Hide back in the small alley that few people visit, and continue to copy the ancient monument.

Once his Top Gun, numb world, numb man, he was not angry, because he firmly believed that he could wake up the world with pen and ink.

But now he gave up.

"Writing an article or something, it's even better to copy the inscription to pass the time. "