Preface
When the tide of the Guijiang River carries the thunder of the 19th century, in the Qingshiban Alley of Xinlian Village, He County, Guangxi, a nine-year-old child is writing thunder on rice paper with his immature pen: \\\"Qing court There were many scandals and corrupt officials, so the people rose up to kill the demons with their swords. \\\"These four lines of poems, whose ink was not yet dry, were like sparks bursting in the dark night, igniting Huang Shitao's short but fiery life.
In Lingnan at the end of the 19th century, the salty river breeze carried the smell of decay and awakening. When we opened the yellowed county annals, we could still feel the body temperature of the skinny boy on the mottled brick walls of Hejie Town - he studied hard until midnight under the dim light of a bamboo lantern, carried thread-bound books wrapped in tung oil cloth and crossed the Five Mountains to study. Finally, he turned into a blue bird traveling against the wind, passing through the morning fog of Marseille Port, passing through the bells of the Brussels church, and receiving the fire of truth under the red wall of the Oriental University in Moscow. When the twenty-eight-year-old life was forever frozen in the bloody dawn at Wuzhou Pier in 1927, what burst out from those wounds worn by the shackles was not only blood, but also the awakening light of a nation in its darkest moment.
Purpose: Strive to become a role model for the times