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

The teenagers who studied for the rise of China have grown up.

He decided to study abroad in Toei.

It is precisely because I have seen the strength of the foreign races of the great powers that I don't want China to be weak and weak.

"Now that the Chinese warlords are divided, the people are down, and there is no hope in sight, I have come to find the truth of the new China!" The

young man has great ambitions and hopes to change the face of China's poverty and weakness.

"There are already people walking on this road, Mr. Zhongfu, Mr. Shouchang, Mr. Hu Shi, there is no more than me, and there is no less than me. Everything

starts with this seven-word quatrain.

The screen falls.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the dynasties were shocked.

In just two pictures, they saw the awakening of a madman who broke through the fog and determined the road, and also saw the ambition of the young man.

Western han dynasty.

Dong Zhongshu's originally nervous and relaxed body suddenly tensed, and the cold hairs on his body stood on end.

He has been believing in 'Confucianism and Taoism' all his life, and has just finished offering the recital of 'deposing a hundred schools of thought and respecting Confucianism alone'.

Looking at this chaotic but blooming era of ideas, he believes that the picture of 'a hundred birds contending' will not appear in China.

However, there was a turning point so quickly.

Mr. Tree is no longer confused, but has become a 'madman'.

The teenagers who studied for the rise of China in the past have grown up and are about to set foot on the stage of history.

This is where the glory of this era lies.

Liu Che began to applaud.

Datang.

Li Shimin, Wei Zheng, Fang Xuanling and the others let out a long breath and smiled.

"Your Majesty, it's me who is overly worried.

Wei Zheng bowed slightly and said with a smile.

Seeing Mr. Shu as a cocoon and self-restraint, a hot-blooded young man in the past, but a decadent 'old man' who paints the ground all day long and makes a living by copying inscriptions, Wei Zheng and the others guessed that Mr. Shu had seen this era too thoroughly, so he gave up hope.

Unexpectedly, it was his own stagnation, and it was not the fault of this era.

In the spring and autumn, Confucius's brows loosened and a smile appeared.

"The great luck of the world!" Looking

at the sky, he couldn't help but say loudly: "They are all on the right path, will there still be such people?"

The transformation of a country, the awakening of a country, how can only these people be enough?

In the canopy, the words suddenly became bright.

[Brave petrel, flying proudly among the clouds of lightning and thunder on the roaring sea, this is the prophet of victory roaring! Let the storm come more violently!]

A middle-aged man with round-rimmed glasses stands quietly.

He is Cai Yuanpei.

Half a lifetime of ups and downs made his eyes deepen, and he looked at the students in front of him coming and going, so green.

Muttered to himself: "Maybe there is more than one way to save this country, you rectify it ideologically, I will start with education, and merge the two roads into one road, it can be said that it is not an attempt."

"That's why I brought you here.

"My strength alone is limited, but with your cultivation on campus, it may not be able to make these students wake up.

"In the future, I will continue to run for you to win over some thoughtful and ambitious 'new youths', and jointly raise the fire of "New Youth"!"

The wind was a little cold, and President Cai felt a trace of coldness.

But his gaze is more profound, his body and back, but there is no rickety, he is still vigorous and powerful.

It is like a poplar forest that stands tall on the frontier.

If Zhongfu and these people are the helmsmen who ride the wind and waves of the ship, galloping together in the turbulent sea of mist, then he will be the quiet harbor and train more reliable sailors for them.

Or a captain, a navigator.

In the canopy, words continue to appear.

[There are new ideas and new changes brought by "New Youth", but what they have to fight against is thousands of years of old feudalism, which is the difference between Firefly and Haoyue.

But they are such a group of people who admit death and regard the truth as more important than their own lives. Since they are determined to overthrow the old system, even the smallest fireflies will rush to the dark clouds without fear of death. In

the middle of the night, the wind was still so strong.

Especially after nightfall, it is like a bone scraper.

Zhongfu finished reading the day's submissions, and the warden had just come out of the library.

The two did not go home, but came outside in tacit understanding with each other, feeling the cold wind and standing in the wind.

"Is it cold?" Suddenly

, a calm voice came from behind him.

The two turned around and saw a handsome gentleman with a round frame standing behind them.

It's Hu Shizhi.

It turned out that he didn't leave, and the three of them came to the playground of Peking University as if they had a soul, quietly looking at the dark night.

It's dark, like this hopeless country.

Chen and Li were silent for a moment and nodded.

"Cold.

"But the whole of China is cold, not just the two of us.

"When everyone accepts the 'new youth', when will it not be cold.

Hu Shi also nodded in agreement, but under a pair of round-framed glasses, there were a pair of eyes that were no longer calm.

"We have been writing articles before, but the words we write are still in line with the feudal words of the old era, and we should have our own words!"

At this moment, the sound of the right voice was sonorous.

"The chaos in China is not caused by the weakness of the national strength at all, but the old feudal era accumulated over thousands of years.

"The breadth and profundity of Chinese culture will not be abolished!" I want to establish a new writing system on this basis.

"There are still too few people who can read and understand words now..."Hu

Shi sighed with a complicated look in his eyes.

Chen and Li listened and nodded seriously and discussed the future of "New Youth" together.

"In the past, only the children of high-ranking officials could read books, and they still read those

'yes' and 'yes' classical Chinese, who can understand this?"

"We hope that the future will be an era of writing that everyone can understand!" "

If writing is liberated, then China will also be liberated!"

At this moment, thunder broke out on the ground!

"It's going to be a tough road,

isn't it?" muttered the Warden.

In this regard, Hu Shi and Zhong Fu both smiled: "It is precisely because it is difficult to walk that we need to open up..."

From this moment on, they established the path of the future of the "New Youth", which was difficult, which was outnumbered, against thousands of years of feudal culture.

Military generals do not hesitate to die, literati, and there are also literati heroics.

The key to the times is in the hands of the three of them.

The storm of new ideas that have struck the old generation has been blowing, and in the future, their group of people will bring this storm to the peak!

In the sky, words appeared.

[The people of later generations call this storm the 'New Culture Movement.'] PS

: The content of the 3,000-word great man is gone, and it's uncomfortable