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

"Bang!"

With a hoarse, languid voice, Mr. Tree closed the door and continued to copy the words on the ancient tablet.

He looked drowsy, and the beard on his face was getting more and more messy, and he didn't even know that a drop of ink had been smeared.

Lifeless.

This is the impression that Mr. Tree now gives to the emperors of all dynasties.

is no longer the hot-blooded young man who once abandoned medicine and followed literature, and used his pen as a weapon to save the world.

What appears to him is no longer standing at thirty, but about to be 'confused at forty'.

Spring and autumn.

Inside the school, Confucius and his students frowned.

"Teacher, Mr. Tree... Why don't you write an article?, why are you so decadent?"

Zilu, his most important student, stood up and asked.

Confucius did not answer, because he was also thinking.

He quickly understood the answer, and his bloated body trembled slightly.

Glancing at the students, who had finally seen hope rise in their eyes, Confucius finally did not say why.

The reason is too dark!

The students have finally found hope for this era in China, a country that will come to life, and they cannot be dashed from this.

In 485 A.D., Lao Tzu, who was traveling westward, suddenly stopped.

patted the green bull under him.

Looking at the picture in the canopy, Lao Tzu was silent.

"Isn't everything thriving? Why should we be decadent when there is the most hope?"

Dong Zhongshu stretched his brows and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that it is not so easy to 'contend' with a hundred schools of thought, and some people give up on their own..."

Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin was also puzzled.

"Why hasn't you seen Mr. Shu for a while, Mr. Shu is so decadent

?" "New youth, shouldn't he be the 'new youth' of the world?"

"..."

Behind him, Wei Zheng, Fang Xuanling, Eldest Sun Wuji and others were also silent.

Since Mr. Shu started copying ancient monuments, he has fallen silent and briefly withdrawn from the stage of the times.

Now the people who hold the bull's ear are Chen Zhongfu, Li Shouchang, Hu Shi and others.

Suddenly, Wei Zheng, who was known as the 'confidant of Taizong', trembled and felt a chill.

His voice trembled: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

"What's the matter?" Li

Shimin asked back.

"Wechen may have figured it out... Could it be that Mr. Shu has seen this era too thoroughly and knows that no matter how hard he tries, it is useless, so he gives up hope and is willing to be a stele copyer who follows the rules?"

"Huh!"

As soon as these words came out, whether it was Li Shimin, Fang Xuanling, or the eldest grandson Wuji, their faces changed.

"If that's the case, doesn't it mean that the 'new youth' is useless?"

"I hope it's just him sinking..."

Tianmu Chinese continues.

[In this era, it is clearly an old and dead thing, but it is hard to put on a freshly baked coat, and the lies shouted are so easy to debunk, monotonous, and numb over and over again, but the passers-by are deaf, and the liars do not believe that the passers-by will believe it.

[Because the people in the background of this era have long been accustomed to 'lies', just like the snoring in a stuffy and silent little dark room, which will only make people's sleepiness deeper.

[Chen Zhongfu, Li Shouchang, Hu Shi, Liu Bannong and others continued to tinker with the 'new culture' and 'new era', but the "New Youth" newspaper and periodical encountered a bottleneck and could not have the effect of opening up the people's wisdom at all.

During this period, Qian Xuantong assumed the pseudonym 'Wang Jingxuan' and submitted articles to New Youth, pretending to be an 'old-school figure' and asking all kinds of questions to attack the new culture.

Liu Bannong wrote another article to refute Wang Jingxuan, and the two played a double reed, but it did not play a big role.

[Maybe they're lonely, right?]

[Mr. Tree knows that these people are making a big deal about "New Youth", but he has no intention of joining, loneliness is like a poisonous snake that entangles my body, mind and soul, and my life is secretly asleep because of this...]

The text is full of numbness and depression.

"New Youth" is brilliant and thriving on the surface, but behind it is a huge crisis.

Mr. Shu saw it, but he had no intention of saving it, and immersed himself in the 'happiness' of copying ancient inscriptions all day long.

Until his visit.

In the canopy, words continue to emerge.

[In the midsummer of 1917, Qian Xuantong visited Mr. Shu. They

worshiped Zhang Taiyan's door together, so they still had a bit of a friendship.

In the small alley of the hall, a few dogs barked from time to time.

Qian Xuantong casually put his coat on the broken table, because he was afraid of dogs, he still looked outside from time to time.

"The dog can't get in, and the dog will only bark at the black-hearted person. On

the other side, Mr. Tree was still engrossed in copying the ancient inscription, and he didn't raise his head.

Seeing this, Qian Xuantong also picked up an ancient tablet casually and flipped through it, he frowned.

"What's the use of you copying these?" asked

Qian Xuantong suspiciously.

"Nothing to use.

Mr. Tree said without raising his head.

"And what do you mean by copying them?"

"It doesn't make any sense. Perhaps

seeing that Mr. Shu's nature was indifferent, Qian Xuantong did not continue to ask.

Instead, he cautiously suggested: "I think, you can make some articles..."

It was also at this time that the Chinese character of Tianmu appeared.

Mr. Shu agreed, and he would submit a manuscript for "New Youth", perhaps even he didn't expect that all the previous discouragement and copying of the inscription would turn into a thick and thin motivation.

Qian Xuantong left quickly, and Mr. Shu originally wanted to drag it out for a year and a half, but a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred in his mind.

Reminds of one of his distant cousins.

He always said that someone was trying to kill him.

At that time, Mr. Tree laughed at him for being a 'madman'.

"But unconsciously, people in the world have gradually become 'madmen', and so have I.

Mr. Tree muttered to himself.

So, he stopped plagiarizing the inscription and began to write.

A volcano is about to erupt!

Since then, the picture has become black here.

Then the text emerges.

[In this world, there is no dawn, blinded, and people who have lost their fighting spirit abound, but the sea of suffering is boundless, and there are not a few people who wake up halfway, this time, they really picked up the pen as their own weapon, and the power is greater than the gun.

[Since then, he has been out of control and has become the one who can write the most in the New Culture Movement later.

And in addition to this generation, the next generation has also begun to take action! The torch of the new era has come to them. The

screen appears.

Jincheng, Nankai School.

A group of students are graduating and are about to leave this school and go their separate ways.

One of them was a handsome young man with handsome facial features, as conspicuous as the rising sun.

"After graduation, it's time to do something..."

, in the resolute gaze, the young man who studied for the rise of China whispered to himself.

Since there is no hope in this era, that hope lies in the next generation, that is, their generation!

He waved his pen and wrote a majestic seven-character quatrain.

"Da Jiangge turned his head to the east, and the dense group helped the poor world.

Ten years of facing the wall to break the wall, it is difficult to reward the heroes of the sea PS

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