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The civil officials of the various dynasties saw the golden list and the horizontal words.
On January 28, 1918, the Russian Revolutionaries returned from exile and formed their own party army.
On March 5, 1918, Bald Jiang received a call from Mr. Sun and rushed to Yangcheng. He was used for the first time.
On September 20, 1917, Bald Jiang sent Mr. Sun a battle plan for the Northern Army. In October of the same year, he sent another battle plan, which attracted Mr. Sun's attention. He walked on stage for the first time.
On the Golden Roll, the inventory continued. This time, it was an image.
Chen Duxiu's two children, Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian, carried their luggage and watched the crowd surge.
The next moment, a rickshaw slowly arrived.
Chen Duxiu got out of the car.
The old man carried the luggage and busily helped them put it away.
This time, he was sending his two children to study in Fa Country.
Chen Qiaonian and Chen Yannian clenched their fists.
"We're not leaving."
"That's right, we're not leaving. We also want to be the new generation of youths and contribute to China!”
Chen Duxiu looked at the two young Chinese with a complicated expression.
Wasn't he waiting for the last hope of this era?
He had spent half of his life groping for a path, and all his hopes were on these young children.
But he knew what it meant to stay.
Chen Duxiu was silent for a long time before finally nodding.
He did not know what the next era would be like, but he could feel that this era would definitely be very tragic.
Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian reached out and hugged their father tightly.
This was the first hug between father and son since Chen Duxiu left home after the revolution, causing his cousin to be tortured and his grandparents to be buried.
Chen Duxiu closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He reached out and hugged his two sons, the new youths of China.
"Alright."
"Let's find the way together."
Together, they would find a new path for China.
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Now.
Great Qin.
Qin Shihuang, Ying Zheng, calmly looked at the father and son hugging each other at the train station.
The aged face and the young face seemed to have crossed an era, hugging each other tightly.
"These two children should also be the new batch of heirs.”
"Tan Sitong, Mister Sun, and Chen Duxiu, who will be the one to rise and fall?”
On the other side.
Big Ming.
Zhu Yuanzhang was also watching silently.
The general trend of this era appeared in his mind.
Restoration, warlords, revolution…
Thought, literature, politics
Foreign country, civil strife.
The chaos of this era was far more rotten than when he founded Great Ming.
"This country has never experienced such a great change in a thousand years.”
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The scene continued.
Li Dazhao finally left the capital.
Jiangnan.
He looked at the current state of the provinces and gradually frowned.
In the study, Li Dazhao realized that whether it was the braids soldier's pseudo-reconciliation theory, pseudo-nationalism, or Liang Qichao's reformism, he could see the most essential shadow in them.
After adding politics, one could conclude that the biggest problem of these contradictions lay in the western democratic system and parliament politics.
It would not work in China to copy the system of the Western countries.
Under the balcony.
There were middle-aged men with braids who refused to throw them away, claiming that they would wait for their imperial court to recover.
Some warlords rode their horses over and increased taxes and silver. They even did not hesitate to hurt people and rob them.
The child by the roadside was kneeling there, putting down his bowl in a daze. He was holding his sister's hand, and there was only a pitch-black steamed bun in his hand.
November 11th, winter was coming.
Li Dazhao returned to the capital and gave up the opportunity for his friend to recommend him to be an official.
At this moment, his eyes lit up as he realized something.
Only enlightenment and revolution were right. This time, he embarked on a brand new path.
Li Dazhao returned to Beijing, back to Peking University where he taught.
Now, in the room, Li Dazhao presented the results he had obtained. Enlightenment joined the revolution.
But Hu Shi was still determined.
Looking at Li Dazhao's argument, Hu Shi frowned.
"Political issues are just a dirty game of trickery. What does it have to do with learning?”
Li Dazhao raised his head, his eyes burning as he insisted.
"If we were to enlighten our minds and break away from commenting on current affairs, it would be empty talk that would harm the country.”
The two of them stared at each other.
They all knew that it was a debate about how to improve through practice.
Hu Shi obviously didn't agree with Li Dazhao.
"The Northern and Southern Manors are opposing each other. Should the new youths also discuss whether the two Manors are going to fight? Is this still considered learning?"
Li Dazhao shook his head in response to Hu Shi's question. He recalled the scene he had seen in Jiangnan.
"China needs to find a direction and a way. This needs to be discussed.”
"I saw the October Revolution in Russia. Russia seized power through armed forces. This is a new path.”
However, the only response he got was Hu Shi's words.
This time, Li Dazhao did not retreat.
"Their revolutionary program is different from the previous armed conquest.”
Chen Duxiu sat at the side, watching the two argue. He didn't say anything, but when he heard this, he chose to speak.
"I am also very interested in the Russian revolution.”
Hu Shi's attitude gradually softened.
What path China wanted to take and what path suited the current national conditions was no longer just a political and academic dispute.
This was what every Chinese citizen needed to think about, and it was also the way out for this land.
Chen Duxiu nodded and spoke again.
" Not talking about politics only means that we won't engage in political struggles. However, cultural enlightenment is also a part of politics. What we need to do now is to free the people from their old ideas.”
Hu Shi and Li Dazhao finally settled their argument.
At this moment, Li Dazhao joined New Youth Magazine and began to explore a new path.
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The Golden Roll continued.
The chaos of this era surpassed that of the late Qing Dynasty, but more and more people began to move forward, using their own methods to find a new path for the country.
The scene appeared.
Currently, in the study.
Zhou Shu Ren lowered his head to read the newspaper. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the newspaper tightly.
If he had to describe the current China, he could only think of numbness, ignorance, and disunity.
He continued to think about how to change the current situation.
He thought of what Qian Xuantong had said to him.
It was not hopeless.
Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he had to continue.
Shao Xing Hall built a library.
Chen Duxiu, Li Dazhao, Qian Xuantong, and Zhou Zuoren were all there.
Speaking of the current situation, Zhou Shu Ren clenched his fists.
" The era is oppressive and rotten. Over the years, from the first revolution to the second revolution, Yuan Shikai's restoration, and Zhang Xun's restoration, what I see is that this era is rotten to the core and incurable!”
At this moment, he wasn't talking loudly. He was angry.
Yes, the anger in Zhou Shu Ren's eyes was because of his disappointment towards this era.
Some are awake, some are lost, the awake are alone, the lost
He thought of those bloody buns again.
After learning that these people were here to invite him to be the chief editor of the New Youth, he spoke again and criticized the New Youth without hesitation.
"First, you advocate the vernacular, but you use the semi-classical Chinese. Second, you promote the vernacular, but you don't have the means to like it. Third, you attack the Three Guiding Principles of Confucianism, but you talk about it with empty words.”
However, it was undeniable that Zhou Shu Ren was tempted at this moment.
Was there a better way to wake up the numb people and save the country than the new youth magazine?
How could he be alone if he wanted to save the country?
Under Chen Duxiu's invitation, Zhou Shu Ren officially joined the New Youth and became the chief editor of the newspaper.
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At this moment.
Big Ming.
Zhang Juzheng in this time and space had a high position and authority. He had the military and political power of the Ming Dynasty in his hands. He worked day and night to revive the Ming Dynasty.
At this moment, he looked at the Golden Roll, and envy suddenly appeared in his tired eyes.
In that era, a group of people also sought change and a new life.
Although it was extremely difficult, they were not alone.
"I really want to join them."
On the other side.
Three Kingdoms.
Shu Han.
Zhuge Liang, who was preparing for the northern expedition, looked at the scene as if he had seen the magnificent era with his own eyes.
Decay and rebirth coexisted, darkness and light intertwined.
He was looking forward to seeing what kind of unimaginable country this person who had been suppressed to the extreme would create.
"If I was in that era, I would definitely join you.”
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The golden roll continued.
This time, the scene of the Republic of China did not show any desolation.
It was the Spring Festival.
In the heavy snow, the occasional sound of firecrackers could be heard. Although it was only sporadic, it still brought a trace of comfort to people's hearts.
Li Dazhao and Zhao Shiyan shook their heads at the greeting of their friends.
"We're going somewhere else to celebrate the Spring Festival.”
At that moment, his gaze carried a trace of uncontrollable excitement.
He had a clue about the Russian revolution that he had seen before.
He had to put it into practice.
Beijing, Changxindian labor shed.
A figure with a big beard and a long robe sat together with a figure in a short jacket and full of patches.
A worker named Ge Shugui chopped pork and made dumplings to entertain the scholars.
These were all distinguished guests. He had never seen a scholar who did not despise them.
Many other workers were there as well.
Li Dazhao smiled when he heard the workers sigh that the poor could not live a good life.
"Why can't we workers live a good life? Do you know a bearded man from Germany?”
" He has a point of view that the working class is the leader of society, and the civilization led by the working class is the most advanced in the world.”
"There was a person in Russia who first overthrew the feudal rule of Russia and then the rule of the capitalist class. He established the first country in human history led by the working class, a country represented by workers, farmers, and soldiers.”
"And after it was established, the first thing it did was to announce that it would not participate in the world war. The second thing was that the land would belong to the people themselves.”
"Think about it. The land is ours. Is it still difficult for us to live a good life?”
The workers sitting at the side widened their eyes in disbelief.
"The people are the masters of the country? Will the people be the masters of the house in the future?"
Ge Shugui's eyes were also filled with excitement. His wrinkled face was trembling as he glanced at the dumplings on the table.
"Is there a bearded man in China? If there is, let's go look for him.”
Li Dazhao waved his hand." Everyone, don't be anxious. Right now, a group of people are on their way to find him.”
Ge Shugui's little girl smiled.""You're that bearded man."
Li Dazhao and Zhao Shiyan also laughed.
Zhao Shiyan looked at Mr. Li Dazhao.
Wearing a long robe, he sat with these workers and completely integrated into them.
He was completely different from the warrior who had rushed into the streets and roared when the plaited soldiers were restored.
He was as pure as a saint.
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At that moment.
Northern Song Dynasty.
Zhao Kuangyin sighed with his hands behind his back and did not speak.
It was too difficult. The path of a country, even if it was just a test, was extremely difficult.
Big Ming.
Zhu Yuanzhang was also reading the theory inside.
The western system was also successful overseas, but that was not the path of China.
Would the so-called Russian revolution this time be correct?
On the other side.
The Great Tang.
Zhangsun Wuji looked at Li Dazhao. Even with commoners who were far inferior to him and illiterate, could he discuss these principles?
At this moment, Zhangsun Wuji's gaze was deep as he thought of a word.
He sat down and talked about Taoism.
"This person has the demeanor of an ancient scholar.”
"Truly a genius of the Great Era."
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At the same time.
The Golden Roll was still being counted.
On August 19th, 1918, the poet Li Shutong became a monk with the Buddhist name Hongyi. He was overseas in Kawasaki. Chen Wangdao was about to graduate and was preparing to return to China.
The scene unfolded.
On this year's new year, some people curled up on the streets with purple faces, while others were drunk and powerful.
Some people wholeheartedly converted to Buddhism, while others decided to cross the sea and return home.
The snow was very heavy, and the cold wind blew on his face, bringing with it a tearing pain.
Li Shutong, the most famous playboy in Shanghai, stepped on the snow empty-handed.
He remembered that his good friend Xia Qianzun from Leshi Club had recommended to him about the physical and mental cultivation brought by fasting. That winter, he went to the temple to fast and indeed felt the difference.
It was an unimaginable tranquility in this era.
The moment he saw the temple, the poet who wrote the farewell poem closed his eyes, put his hands together, and recited in a low voice.
Li Shutong had converted to Buddhism.
The snow outside the temple was getting heavier and heavier, covering the green mountains.
He seemed to have closed the door to the human world, just like the sage Laozi who had been around for thousands of years.
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The scene changed again.
This time, it was overseas, Kawasaki.
In school, a 26-year-old foreign student named Chen Wangdao was translating a book in front of him.
He was translating the information from overseas.
That was the theory of the Russian revolution.
He wanted to translate it for the country to see!
However, the more he translated, the more excited Chen Wangdao became.
In the room, there was a lone lamp. The young figure clenched his fists, his eyes full of hope.
"Proletarian class, workers, farmers, soldiers, is this path suitable for China?”
He didn't know, but he couldn't wait to return to China and give it a try.
At that moment, he raised his hand and looked at the magazine beside him with anticipation.
New Youth
It was a cold night in 1918.
It was exceptionally cold.
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