A new golden roll appeared.
At the end of 1918, in the cold winter, the new youth began to be besieged by the old-fashioned ideology and cultural organizations. From reporting the national nihilism of the new youth, to the complete westernization, to the criticism of the vernacular language, the storm was unstable.
The scene unfolded.
Lu Xun, Cai Yuanpei, Chen Duxiu, Li Dazhao, Hu Shi, and the others gathered in the New Youth editorial department, feeling indignant.
Lu Xun was the first to speak." My new novel, Kong Yiji, is about to be completed. Sir, I will write another novel. I want to compete with this conservative Lin Qinnan!”
Lin Qinnan, a staunch representative of the conservative faction of the royalists, resigned from Beijing University and wrote a letter to Cai Yuanpei, mocking that since the vernacular could be promoted, the hawkers on the streets of Beijing could also be hired as professors at Beijing University.
He also attacked Lu Xun's teacher Zhang Taiyan, saying that he was a mediocre tycoon and plundered the saliva of the Han people.
In the vernacular of the new youth, he was the representative of the opposition.
Chen Duxiu clenched his fists, his gaze sweeping across each and every one of their faces that were filled with fighting spirit.
This wasn't a debate, nor was it a debate.
He knew that this was a battle, a battle between a new culture and an old mindset!
"Alright, from today onwards, I'll be in charge of New Youth, Shouchang will be in charge of Weekly Review and The Nation, and Shizhi, you'll be in charge of New Tide. Everyone has to write articles. Also, Shizhi, Shouchang, you have a rallying point among the students. Mobilize your students and get the lecture team to go out on the streets!”
At this moment, everyone's gaze was like a torch that was about to sweep through this era.
The young man began to counterattack.
When the new youths were criticized for promoting vernacular literature and anti-feudal ideas in the north and south.
New Youth, Weekly Review, National, and New Tide published their articles one after another.
Lu Xun's new vernacular novel, Kong Yiji, was officially published.
On the streets of the capital, revolutionary stage plays began to appear, and impromptu storytelling began.
Lu Xun and Li Dazhao were walking on the streets. They saw many commoners who had seen the stage plays. Even the illiterate women and old people who had come out to buy vegetables lowered their voices and began to ask questions.
"We can also change the world?"
"Is the revolution they speak of true?”
Yes, from the beginning of the literary inquisition until now, the people began to think. This was the embodiment of enlightenment.
They were really doing something!
Lu Xun watched. He knew that this was just the beginning.
Those who were sleeping in the iron house gradually felt the light and began to want to open the iron house.
The words on the golden board unfolded.
In May 1919, Chen Wangdao, a former overseas student who had come into contact with and translated Max's theory, returned to China. In June of the same year, he arrived in Jiangsu and Zhejiang and became a Chinese teacher at the First Normal School. At the end of the year, he began to contact Chen Duxiu, Li Dazhao, and others.
A new scene appeared.
That year, Chen Wangdao returned from Kawasaki.
Outside the editorial department of New Youth Magazine.
Chen Wangdao looked at the magazine in his hand. The excitement in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.
Even though the new youth had been criticized for promoting the vernacular and criticizing feudal ideology, they were still unable to hide the glory of this magazine in his heart.
When he was in Kawasaki, he had been waiting for an opportunity to join the new youth. He wanted to bring the theory of the Marxists he had seen overseas and the path of the proletarian revolution there so that all the young people in China could find a new path!
Now that he was here, Chen Wangdao looked at the dark clouds in the sky and said firmly.
"I want to translate it for the people!"
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Now.
Three Kingdoms.
East Wu.
Lu Xun looked at the scene on the Golden Roll.
Chen Duxiu, Li Dazhao, Lu Xun, Cai Yuanpei, Hu Shi, Chen Wangdao…
He had seen too many people embark on a new path.
"If Tan Sitong and the others were reformists, then these people are enlightening themselves.”
"The storm that will transform China spiritually has begun.”
The art of war emphasized attacking the mind. Lu Xun understood that this was a battle, a battle where victory meant death.
On the other side.
Great Qin.
Looking at these figures who were rushing forward without any regard for their own safety, Ying Zheng recalled the journey they had been through.
"Tan Sitong's reform, Mister Sun's revolution, Chen Duxiu's enlightenment.”
The Emperor spoke in a low voice, the speculations in his eyes growing stronger.
"Then who was it after that? Who will lead the revolution?"
Even though he was only watching, he already understood that there was bound to be a revolution.
Because this era was too chaotic, just enlightenment was not enough.
A great country must have an ultimate expert!
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The Golden Roll appeared.
On November 16, 1918, Cai Yuanpei was 51 years old. After World War I ended, he publicly organized a gathering in the capital to celebrate and gave a speech entitled "The Sacred Labor".
Cai Yuanpei, who was wearing glasses, stood excitedly on the makeshift podium despite the light rain.
He clenched his fists and looked at the children, workers, farmers, and businessmen who had come to listen to his speech.
"Anyone who uses his own labor to do something beneficial to others, whether he uses physical strength or brain power, is a laborer."
"We have to recognize the value of labor ourselves! Labor is sacred!"
Cai Yuanpei clenched his fists and shouted.
He was also working hard. He knew that the end of World War I would be the best publicity for China's Awakening.
The victory of the world's working class was enough to enlighten the minds of China's huge workers, farmers, and other people, making them sober and not sink into oblivion!
Although it was about to rain, Cai Yuanpei still did not leave. He continued to give a passionate speech.
He was waiting, waiting for these awakened people to find a way for China!
Words appeared on the golden list.
With the end of the First World War, more and more people waved flags. On November 15, 1918, Li Dazhao published a new article on the First World War and raised the flag of the profiteering.
The scene unfolded.
At this moment, Beijing University was holding a speech conference in the largest square in Beijing.
Li Dazhao stepped onto the podium.
"Now that democratism and labor have won, everyone in the world will become civilians and workers. We should be aware of the new trend in this world: First, you must know that the birth of a new life must go through a lot of pain and danger."
Li Dazhao was still firmly in the process of enlightenment, trying his best to restore the essence of political awareness.
At this moment, he looked at the coachmen, laborers, and even the shop assistants below the stage. Their eyes gradually lit up and they raised their fists.
That was the first time he saw light in the eyes of these numb people at the bottom.
After returning home, Li Dazhao's blood boiled in his study. He held his pen and imagined the light and confidence in the eyes of the lowest and most numb Chinese compatriots.
They knew that it was the hope of China's rise!
Thus, he raised his brush, his fighting spirit high.
" In 1917, the Russian revolution was a sign of the change in the hearts of the people of the 20th century."
The scene changed.
Now.
New Youth editorial department.
His finger injury had already healed, and the work-study program organized by Zhao Shiyan was also in full swing.
He simply locked himself in his small room and started writing without eating or sleeping.
The end of the war signified the emergence of a brand new class in the world.
They weren't constitutionalist monarchs or members of parliament. They represented the largest group of people in the world!
He wanted to cut open the fairest, most equal, no warlords, no tycoons, no racial boundaries, no borders, no matter how good the economy was, it was especially good in terms of morality, and put it in China today.
"We must let everyone see that China has a brand new and unknown path.”
After the article was published on the work-study forum, Zhao Shiyan did not hesitate to walk down the street.
He held the banner high and explained to every student beside him.
" Only by building a society that is truly able to achieve a democratic and equal society can we build a system that is in line with the current situation in China and has been proven in the world!”
Not only in their minds, but they were also advocating in their actions.
The era of enlightenment had really come!
Shang Hai.
In the cold winter, Chen Duxiu looked out of the window in a daze.
His voice sounded particularly low.
"The war has ended, but the great nations have yet to appear.”
He closed his eyes, and the current western world appeared in his mind.
The western regime, which was made up of the capitalist class, had developed industries and strong ships.
The US and the others had lent money wantonly, and their economic development had entered a new stage.
What about China now?
Separatist rule, opposition, differences in ideology, political division, one country, two governments.
Was this still considered a country?
Chen Duxiu was very tired and uncomfortable. He just looked at the declaration of the ideology of the Communism alone, silently.
His son, Chen Yannian, looked at his lonely figure standing in the cold night and quietly put on a coat for him.
And the dynasties saw new words. The blood-like words represented the desolation behind these words.
The diplomatic representative of the Republic of China met with the foreign president many times
The diplomatic representatives of the Republic of China have no say in international meetings.
Later, the country's diplomacy will really stand up
Nothing but a thought to save the common people
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At this moment.
Spring and Autumn, Qi.
Yan Ying looked at the words on the golden roll. They were golden and gave people a feeling of grandeur.
" No right to speak, and many times I've run into a wall."
He sighed.
"What happened next was indeed humiliating. After the war, the Republic of China, a weak country, began its diplomatic humiliation.”
On the other side.
The burly man.
North Sea.
Su Wu, who was extremely haggard and old, closed his eyes in pain when he saw that scene.
How would they stand up after that? They didn't even have a big country behind them.
Even the victory of the first battle did not bring any change to this victorious country.
"There's no hope, at least for the Republic of China.”
"It has to be new! New! They also needed very strong people and many people to bring them along!”
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At that moment.
The various dynasties saw the golden roll unfold.
It was the beginning of 1919.
In the small courtyard in the northeast, Liu Changchun was ten years old. He was very excited. His father was smoking. In the morning, his father told him that he would have money to go to school.
Zhu Datong began to read more books and read the New Youth and other newspapers. He was looking forward to the great country founded by the proles.
In the Imperial Palace, the thirteen-year-old Pu Yi seemed to be in captivity. He was also reading. Sometimes, he would look at the Imperial Palace with a blank gaze, not knowing what to do.
Overseas, the allied countries were celebrating their victory.
The new youths were still fighting. This new cultural movement was beginning to enlighten more and more youths.
The warlords of the Republic of China were still in a chaotic battle. They were on guard against each other and fought on a small scale.
Until the scene finally stopped overseas.
This was the Balihe Meeting.
It began.
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