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

Now, Daqin.

Ying Zheng looked at the words and pictures in the sky, and sighed and said: "Those opponents have finally stood up..."

"Now that "New Youth" has been founded, their words and deeds are impacting Confucian and Mencian culture all the time, and they finally can't sit still..."

"

Western Han Dynasty.

Dong Zhongshu's eyes were cloudy, looking at the picture, and muttered: "I still firmly believe in my truth, the ideas of other families are inferior to Confucianism, and Confucianism and Taoism are the first in the world!"

Mencius's gaze was deep, and he saw more.

In fact, from the time of watching the origin of the country, it

is common for the

two sides to form a horse station without conflicting ideas.

At the beginning, Tan Sitong, Liu Guangdi and other 'Wuxu Six Gentlemen'

, as well as the scolding war between Kang Youwei, Liang Qichao and the royalists.

Later, these two also changed their thinking from the reformers to the 'old school', and fought against the revolutionaries of the League.

Times are moving, and people are changing.

Thoughts are even less likely to be eternal.

Today's reformers may become tomorrow's conservatives.

Today's old-fashioned school will always be old-fashioned.

......

This is the 'assimilation of ideas'.

From a certain standpoint, the assimilation of ideas is more terrible than the war caused by guns and cannons, which can affect an era.

Tang dynasty.

Li Shimin couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I feel more and more that this road is difficult to walk, the troubled times of warlords, the deep-rooted old school, this group of people want to break through, it is too difficult!"

"Will it really succeed?"

In Li Shimin's muttering, words emerged.

[Hu Shi, Chen Zhongfu and others trumpeted vernacular writing, but the truly mature vernacular literature has not yet appeared, and it is still in the stage of 'semi-literary Chinese', which looks more like a strong irony.

So in this year, they began to try how to write a truly powerful vernacular essay.

[In January 1918, the "New Youth" was completely revised, and it was changed to publish vernacular works completely, and to meet readers with a new look, so the atmosphere was opened. The

screen appears.

"'Literature in the Chinese language, Chinese in literature', this is the 'literary revolution of construction' that I am looking forward to!" Hu

Shi looked at the brand-new young man and couldn't help but say excitedly.

"Classical literature is dead, and China in the future can only be the world of vernacular literature!" he

also began to try.

Throw away the cumbersome tongue-twisting 'Zhihu also' and rewrite the vernacular.

[This year is known as the 'first year of new literature', but in the eyes of the old school, it is undoubtedly a declaration of war against traditional literature!]

The picture emerged, Peking University.

Gu Hongming loudly rebuked Hu Shi: "You are forgetting your ancestors and messing with

the country's bad customs!" "The new culture has seriously damaged the tradition of Chinese culture, and everyone has long hated it, I can't bear to see Peking University and the quintessence of the country sinking!"

In the room, Chen Zhongfu, Li Shouchang, Hu Shi, and Cai Yuanpei were all there.

Hu Shi was young and vigorous, and retorted: "The problem lies in these quintessences, Confucius and Mencius feudalism have put a thick shackle on today's people, and the current China needs to be changed!

The scolding war is getting more and more intense.

Coupled with the previous Lin Qinnan, two currents of thought are gradually becoming clear - one is the new culture headed by Chen Zhongfu, Li Shouchang, Hu Shi, and Cai Yuanpei, and the other is the old school headed by Lin Qinnan, Zhang Lichang, Gu Hongming, and Zhang Fengzai.

But in the scolding war in full swing, Cai Yuanpei sighed softly: "I want 'a hundred schools of thought to contend'."

"But what you do with this scholarship is only to advocate Cheng Zhu Lixue and Tongcheng faction, and to visit the mausoleum of Emperor Guangxu and fight back against the new culture, in order to restore the orthodoxy of the Qing Dynasty and restore the three outlines of Confucianism..."

The

scolding war subsided in an instant.

Chen Zhongfu also fell silent.

He also felt radical.

But he did not waver, but persisted in the path more firmly.

"The new youth's anti-Confucian criticism does not mean that they want to completely erase the historical value of Confucius and Confucianism, but that such a feudal moral outlook plays a negative role in today's era, such as you radicals. With these

words falling, Chen Zhongfu slowly got up, his eyes like a torch.

"Let me clarify my point of view - "New Youth" will not take a step back, the workers will lead this society in the future, although tens of millions of people will go to me, it doesn't matter whether I, Chen Zhongfu, go or stay, but I will never tolerate it, you will devalue the new culture we have cultivated to worthless!"

At this moment, a fire burned in his eyes.

"No one can stop the wheel of history from rolling forward!" At

this moment, Hu Shi, Li Shouchang, Zhao Shiyan and others looked at Chen Zhongfu.

He was a man of letters, but he was like a warrior.

Tang dynasty.

Li Bai didn't continue to look at it, but poured a sip of wine.

He saw through the essence at a glance: "In the final analysis, there are no articles in New Youth that can shock the old school.

"In this era, who will start this?" As

soon as Li Bai finished speaking, a line of text appeared in the sky.

[In April 1918, Zhangshu, who had been silent for many years, completed his first vernacular novel "Diary of a Madman".

[The volcano that has been silent for many years will eventually appear, and in this world of cannibalism, no matter how rational a person is, he will become a madman. The

screen appears.

In the dimly lit alley room, Zhangshu lowered his head and finally put down the pen in his hand.

There was a large pile of messy manuscripts in front of me, and the rotten cigarette butts were densely packed with ashtrays.

It took many months, and the novel he promised Qian Xuantong was finally completed.

He named "Diary of a Madman".

He has seen the world thoroughly.

Bloody, dim, cruel, chaotic, with no hope in sight.

He did not see the world from the perspective of a normal person, but from the perspective of a person with mental problems.

Twisted, crazy, crying and laughing.

When he thought of the signature of his novel, the camphor tree was silent.

What should he use as a pen name?

He didn't want to use the pseudonym 'Yucai'.

Suddenly, he remembered his mother.

The surname is Lu.

Zhou Lu is also a country with the same surname.

Foolish and quick.

So, I was suddenly excited.

He picked up his pen and quickly wrote the word 'Lu Xun' under his signature.

"Crunch!" he

finally pushed the door open.

The moment the door was opened, the sunlight immediately poured down, and it looked so dazzling.

The camphor tree subconsciously raised his hand to cover it.

Only then did he react: "Oh, it turns out that I haven't been out for a long time. "

The window reflected the moment—a deep face, covered with stubble.

Forever the eyes of the ancient well without waves.

If you don't make a sound, it's a blockbuster.

If you want to do it, you have to be the craziest 'outlier' in this world