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

Chapter 120

Now, the images of the dynasties imprinting the heavens turned black, and there was only a large sigh that imprinted on it.

All dynasties and all walks of life are watching.

The words are like knocking over the five-flavor bottle, there are touching, anger, sorrow, and happiness... Complex and chaotic.

But these all turn into an emotion - anticipation.

This diplomat named Gu Weijun is looking forward to the awakening of China in the future!

Not only Gu Weijun is looking forward to it, but all dynasties are also looking forward to it.

Daqin.

Ying Zheng's eyes are indescribably complicated.

At this time, the sky became dark, and he also closed his eyes deeply, as if he was relieved and emotional.

In his heart, various pictures appeared like a horse, which was China that had taken the wrong path in the past.

There was Tan Sitong, who shed blood and sacrificed for reform, Mr. Yat Xian, a revolutionary who had been revolting and revolutionizing all his life, and then Chen Zhongfu, who wanted to enlighten the nation and enlighten his thoughts...

Now, at this moment!

" "They're victorious..."

Ying Zheng muttered to himself, opening his eyes again.

Don't look at it, it's just that Gu Weijun simply didn't sign the ridiculous contract.

Behind it, there is the angry protest and shout of the entire Yanhuang nation.

It's all his descendants...

In the Western Han Dynasty, Liu Che was a little tired.

But he looked at the canopy and couldn't help but smile.

"At this point, I have seen the glory. "

But this country has not yet been established

...""But the fog has dissipated, and the road to a great country is already clear..."

In the Northern Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi, who failed to change the law, lay peacefully on the couch, with vicissitudes in his eyes.

But there are only two simple words.

"Revolution. "

Such a magnificent world, without fully understanding it, before reading it, he only thought that it was two simple and pale words.

But now he understands that behind the writing of such two simple words is the life of countless people, going forward and succeeding, vowing to write to the death!

In the canopy, words continue to emerge.

[1919, this year, is longer than any previous year.

Because the nation's mind has awakened, awakened, and has to do things.

[But soon, it has entered the second half of the year, and people are expecting that after 1919, this great country will enter a new stage.

[It was a stage when the whole of China stood up and held their heads high. Along

with the text, a new picture reappears.

In this year, there was an old pimple who occupied the mountain in the east and called himself the 'King of the Northeast'.

In the future, he will become the person Dongying fears the most.

But now, Hu Nan.

The young people made the newspapers bigger and bigger, and he said that he wanted to make a "New Youth" that belonged to their Hu Nan.

It was late at night, but the school he was in was full of students and brightly lit.

He stood on the stage, looked at everyone below, and gave an uplifting speech.

"The Paris Treaty is over, our Chinese delegation has not signed it, we have won! Justice has triumphed over power! Our nation has stood up!" At

this moment, the young people were full of spirit and their voices became louder and louder.

Because he remembered the hardships and humiliations that this country has suffered over the years.

Countless ancestors went forward and sacrificed blood to get back a little flame of hope.

Until now, he refused to sign the contract!

He held up the newspaper he had founded: "Xiangjiang Review

!" When he turned the first page, there were three big characters printed on it: "Six are not afraid!"

His voice was uplifting.

"What's the biggest problem in the world? What is the strongest force? The power of the people's union is the strongest! Don't be afraid of anything? Don't be afraid of the sky, don't be afraid of ghosts, don't be afraid of the dead, don't be afraid of bureaucrats, don't be afraid of warlords, don't be afraid of capital.

"Heaven is the supreme feudal law and the objective difficulty of nature; the earth is the oppression of religious laws; and the dead are the ideological authority of feudalism -- this is my humble opinion, Chinese people, if they are still afraid of this, how can they drive the imperial powers out of our land? How can the revolution succeed?"

The eyes of the students in the audience gradually brightened.

There are too many talented people in this era, not only Chen Zhongfu and Li Shouchang, but others are also doing their part to change this era.

Two months later, Jincheng.

Nankai University has officially opened, and the young people who are determined to rise in China have been enrolled.

But his eyes are still deep, quiet as a virgin, and what he is thinking about in his heart is still this chaotic era.

"Mr. Zhongfu said, 'He is willing to turn himself into a bomb,' but I think there should be more thunderstorms like 'May Fourth'.

He picked up his pen and wrote down two heavy, powerful characters: Enlightenment!

It was at this moment that words appeared in the canopy.

[On September 16, 1919, the Enlightenment Society was founded. This group of young people in Jincheng is ready to awaken their consciousness!]

The picture changed, and in an office, ten men and ten women sat in it.

Among them, there are warriors who petition and debate in the midst of storms and thunders, heroes who write bloody letters with severed fingers, orators who make generous speeches in large courts, and heroes who do not change their colors under reactionary suppression. But at this moment, they all looked at one person.

The young man who aspired to rise and read had a light in his eyes, and his voice was so excited that he couldn't suppress it.

"The formula that the West is advanced and China is backward can be changed, and if you kneel on your knees for a long time, it will take root, so their mentality is even more distorted, and they hate everyone who stands.

"However, the world belongs to young people, and sooner or later the rotten things that should be thrown away will be discarded by the times, and from now on, we must all be conscious.

"The consciousness of spilling blood. "

The voice of the youth, sonorous.

Among the ten men and ten women below, there was a woman with long pigtails who listened with great energy.

Her name is Deng Yingchao....

The text continues to surface.

[Four months after leaving, on September 12, Cai Yuanpei, the former president of Peking University, returned. Autumn

is slightly cool.

Cai Yuanpei, who was still wearing a long shirt and glasses, came to the campus gate of Peking University.

When he returned to his homeland, his thoughts were flying, but his sideburns were already slightly white.

In his resignation, he said: "Freedom of thought is the general rule on the road to the world's universities."

But after these four months, he found that he still couldn't let go of the education career he had insisted on for half his life, let alone the group of students in their youth at Peking University.

So he came back.

responded to the call of the outside world for him.

"I will never be the president of a university without freedom, and in the future, I will only be the president of Peking University. "

The autumn wind also blows the vitality of this school, and if the dandelions flutter in the wind, hope will be spread.

Cai Yuanpei took his luggage and walked into this familiar and unfamiliar university again.

But as soon as he stepped into it, Cai Yuanpei found a surprising scene -

there were more students.

It turned out that there were only a few students, but the number suddenly increased.

The students wore school uniforms and came spontaneously and appeared in front of Cai Yuanpei.

One, ten, hundred, thousand...

In the end, all the teachers and students of the school came, and they stood in front of Cai Yuanpei, silent.

"You..."

Cai Yuanpei looked at the teachers and students of Peking University, and was speechless in surprise.

Gradually, his eyes were also moved, and he had mixed feelings.

"Good !! principal"

The next moment, all the three thousand teachers and students of Peking bowed and shouted in unison.

The sound was like thunder, resounding in every corner of this school.