Awakening, My Time

I liked this book very much and read it in one sitting. It is one of the rare books based on movies and TV shows. However, there is one thing to say, because there is not enough time to start the second book, it is absolutely unacceptable to rush to finish the protagonist by writing it to death, and it is also an insult to the readers who read the book seriously. If the author does this, it will be difficult for the author to support your second book, because the quality of the book is such that it is difficult for readers to believe it.

I like this book very much! The characters are vivid, the development of the story is reasonable, and it has a strong sense of the times, unlike some books that impose modern people's way of thinking on their predecessors. It's a pity it ended too early.

Any Chinese who could travel back in time to that era and have a bit of blood would not eat and wait to die with such a bloody history.

You are so talented that you stand out among many writers. Your talent is unparalleled and no one can compare with you!

"You must hold up a torch in the long night, erect a flag, and gather the painful people, the tired and confused people, and the suffering beings under the flag, and follow your torch. You must lead them to jump out of the siege of wild beasts, avoid the butcher's knife of powerful enemies, wade through rushing rivers, pass through treacherous rift valleys, and climb over Frozen mountains and muddy grass. You will continue to make sacrifices and people will continue to fall. History may not remember your names, but you will eventually lead them out of their tragic fate and onto a bright path. Wherever you go, flowers will bloom, stars will shine, and those who are suffering will see hope. "

This era is very impetuous, and most people are willing to read some exciting articles and bring themselves into it to satisfy their inexplicable vanity and satisfy some hard-to-reach desires. This book is about sinking down to touch the context of the times, and it contains the brilliance of human nature. It makes people gain something and gain some insights from reading it. It is a book with more depth and charm.

This is my first book to reward, and I have never done it before. I don't know why I like it so much, especially since I just updated these two chapters. I cried while reading it. I want to say something at the moment, but I don't know where to start. Good luck to the author, I will always support you!

I just read the book of 80,000, and I borrowed the words of Mr. Liang at the end of the chapter: The red sun rises, and its path shines brightly. The river flows out and flows into the ocean. The hidden dragon soared into the abyss, its scales and claws flying. The tiger roars in the valley, and all the beasts are frightened. The falcon tests its wings, and the wind and dust spread. The first birth of a strange flower is so beautiful. The cadres will be hairy and have their awns. The sky wears its green color, and the earth wears its yellow color. Despite the eternity, there are eight desolations. The future is like an ocean and the days ahead are long. Beautiful is my young China, who never grows old! My great Chinese youth, I have no borders with my country! No matter how the writing is, at least the momentum comes out and a big pen is installed! This book needs to express the momentum and write freely. Of course, 404 must be avoided.

To be honest, I think this book will be popular because the style of this book is refreshing, the author's large writing style also makes people have the urge to continue reading, the description and characterization of the characters are even more amazing. When "The Age of Awakening" was popular and well-received, such an interesting novel appeared. I believe many people will be as immersed in it as I was. I'm just waiting for the day when we see this book on the home page.

That's it, this is too short 😜 short and weak

13 votes cannot be cast, the author can give me some help and try to get my votes thrown out.

I feel that this book is a masterpiece about the Republic of China. The writing is not jerky and it is interesting to read. Again, I have no idea <(｀^´)>. As of Chapter 47, it is still quite interesting. You can read it when you are short of books, but there are too few.

Does the author know why I like reading your book? I just recently finished watching The Age of Awakening 😭😭😭 The Fire of a Generation! With such a group of promising people, why should the country not be strong?

This book is much better than Literary Man and Speculation. The protagonists in those two books have crooked butts! ! !

I am an old bookworm. I tried to give up reading novels many times but failed. I started again when I saw a good book. This book gives me the feeling that the author has been writing it, partly because of fear of 404, and partly because of the content. It's pretty good, so I can keep reading this book. The author's narration is very rational, and the various plot arrangements are very reasonable. The protagonist is not a traditional flat character. He has advantages and disadvantages, and the protagonist's thoughts are also being changed bit by bit by the environment. The author did not show the protagonist's character from the beginning, but revealed and revised it in one incident. From timidity and self-preservation at the beginning to wanting to do something. Every time I read or see the literati and poets who stood out during that dark period and became the only light without a torch, I think deeply and even burst into tears. History makes people sad, and the sacrifices of these people and the dire straits of the people are even more heartbreaking. To be honest, I am particularly looking forward to a work that can tell the pain and anger of that era, the collision of ideas and the exploration of the future. There are very few such works, and there seems to be none in online articles. Most good online articles find a good balance between literary nature and fun. The cool point makes the book have a mass base, and the literary nature expands the readership. This book has a good grasp so far, and it has been sublimated at the ideological level through the description of the vulnerable groups of this era. Although there are flaws, they were overlooked in the excitement of seeing this type of book for the first time. To be honest, this is not the first time for the author. It is quite good to be able to write such a style and concept. Come on, author!

There is no need to brag about Hu Shizhi. Anyone who has done research knows that the only thing he has of academic value in his life is a brief review. He is not good at literature, and he is still not good at history. After all, he is an academic star. Rather than being a pioneer of the new culture, he is more of a traitor to the new culture.

Awesome, Mr. Yu Riyu is described so vividly, lively, cute and interesting!

I can't stand the TV series The Age of Awakening. Do you feel the same way?

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, a child returning home from the holidays put down his schoolbag and went to find his grandfather. "Grandpa, why has this piece of cloth been kept here?" The child asked, pointing to the cloth covered with glass. "Want to know?" The old man looked at the child with kind eyes. "I think." The child nodded. "That was seventy years ago." Thinking of that glorious history, the old man couldn't help but get excited. "I called you here today because I want to ask a question. This question should have been considered by each of us - why are you a soldier?" (Name) The regiment leader called us to the school field for a heart-to-heart talk that night on July 30, the 16th year of the Republic of China. "Come on, Li Dayou, please talk first." "I joined the soldier because I didn't want to be bullied by the landlord, the old man. He is usually very majestic, but I saw that the soldiers were extremely honest." Li Dayou said. "Then if you don't become a soldier, will you still be bullied by landlords and rich men?" "Well, so Commander, I will follow you even if I die!" Li Dayou said loudly. "Have you ever thought that one day, landlords and rich men would not dare to bully you even if you are not a soldier?" "No, he is so cruel that he is not afraid of anyone except officials and soldiers." "Then why is he afraid of officials and soldiers?" "Officials have the power, and soldiers have guns and can kill him." "Otomo said It makes sense, but he should be afraid of something." "Captain, what is it?" "National law! One of the reasons why I joined the army is that ordinary people can rely on national law to protect their rights and not be bullied by those people." After hearing the commander's words, Li Dayou had a new and old concept in his mind - national law. …… "Comrade Li Dayou, tell me why you are still here to work (gm) instead of going home to find a wife like them?" "Back to (mwy), firstly, in order not to be bullied by the landlords and old moneymen. Now that I have gone back, the landlords and old moneymen still bully me. Secondly, the comrades are very good to me, and the group leader also picked up food with us. I can't even think about it there." Li Dayou thought for a while and said. "By the way, because officers and soldiers are equal. And we are the people's team. Our purpose is to let the people live a good life and overthrow the three mountains." This is the first time that Li Dayou made it clear why he wanted to do (gm). …… "The Central Government was established today." The familiar voice reached Li Dayou's ears from Tiananmen Square, which made Li Dayou very excited. After more than 20 years, it finally succeeded, and the people will no longer be bullied. "This is the history of this piece of cloth. It has been with grandpa all the time. Now I put it in the cover because I am afraid it will break. We need to protect it. It is our family heirloom." The old man looked at the red cloth as if he had returned to the past, and the sound of gunfire rang in his ears again. "By the way, Grandpa, there are several teachers in the school who are going to see Amei, saying that it is a beacon of humanity." The child looked at Grandpa again. "So they know a thing. If we relied on them, we would have died a long time ago. And how many people can a lighthouse illuminate? When the sun rises in the east, the world will no longer need a lighthouse." The child seems to understand but not understand. "You will know when you grow up." The old man saw the child's confusion and smiled. "Then when will I grow up?" The child asked. "When you grow up, you grow up, never too early or too late." The old man said, touching the child's head.

New friends, this book is currently in a semi-blocked state and cannot be found through direct search. Therefore, the author will update it from time to time and prepare a new book at the same time. I hope you can bear with me and understand me. Thank you! Modified on December 14th: Now the book has been released, but in order to successfully survive to the completion of the book, we will still maintain this update frequency until the timeline in the book is completed in 19 years. ps. The author's new book has been released: "Two Thousand Years of Heavenly Sealing", everyone is welcome to taste it~

Build a tall building for our young master Tang Wan, Chongya🤓

Author, I would like to give you a small suggestion. If the protagonist really likes Xiang Ling, then boldly retain her, regardless of what others say. If you just treat Xiang Ling as a friend, then don't describe such an unclear atmosphere. This is really unappetizing

The night is sultry, and the light sea breeze blows all over the shoal, bringing with it a hint of coolness. It is like the drunken moonlight, covering the earth with hazy silver gauze, and the faint fragrance of melon lingers in it. This is a melon field close to the coast, with the sea breeze blowing and the bright moon shining brightly. Such beautiful scenery is rare in any place. At this time, a handsome young man was lying in the melon field, enjoying a rare and comfortable time. Looking at this young man who was just wearing ordinary white clothes, he didn't care about the traces left by the soil on his body. He was biting a grass root in his mouth, but he gave off a gentle aura. This is Zhou Shuren. He cherishes the peaceful time now. He looks at the silver moon in the sky and listens to the rustling wind in the melon fields. This is a gift from nature, which makes people feel comfortable and indifferent... But at some point, dark clouds and mist gradually cover the sky, making the bright moon covered with dust and the night getting darker. A blood-colored mist gradually becomes thicker and wraps Zhou Shuren in. Zhou Shuren couldn't help but frown. It's not over yet. Can't you just let me stay quietly for a while? Then he patted his butt helplessly and stood up. I don't know since when, all the strange phenomena began to appear around him, and he could also exert some magical powers, as if he had changed to a different world. And he has gone from being scared at the beginning to being numb now, so he cherishes every normal moment. After all, it makes him feel that he has always been a normal person and can remain in this environment without breaking down. Zhou Shuren stretched his body slightly and started walking in the blood mist. He didn't care about the scary environment and walked quietly as usual. He didn't expect to get out of the blood mist, because according to his experience, this situation can only be solved if the source is solved. Sure enough, not long after, Zhou Shuren heard bursts of "clicking, clicking" sounds. Apart from him, he was probably the only source of this environment in this ghost place. Without a trace of hesitation, Zhou Shuren walked towards the direction of the sound, taking his time... He saw a black shadow wrapped in a blood mist and gnawing wildly at the melons in the melon field. Is it a yun? Zhou Shuren couldn't help but have a flash of doubt in his heart. Could it be that this time the painting style is finally normal? It's normal for Yuan to run into the melon field and eat melons... As if feeling Zhou Shuren's gaze, the black shadow like Yuan turned his head, frightening Zhou Shuren to the point of blinking his eyes... Black mist shrouded the entire Yuan's face, but it could not stop Zhou Shuren from seeing maggots crawling everywhere on its face, as well as blood drops slowly dripping from the corners of its mouth, and even something like hair could be faintly seen at the corner of its mouth. Hair? Zhou Shuren was stunned for a moment and looked at the thing in Yu's hand. What kind of melon was it? It was clearly a bloody human head! Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhou Shuren was already numb and did not have much emotional fluctuations. He had seen a lot more weird things than this in the past few days. Now he just wanted to solve this matter quickly and experience a normal life for a while. Zhou Shuren slowly took out a writing brush from his trousers, exuding an aura of awe. Yuan seemed to feel the threat of the writing brush, and the hair on his body exploded, driving the whole blood mist towards Zhou Shuren. But when Zhou Shuren pointed the brush in the air, the world seemed to have stopped, and there seemed to be only the writing movement of the brush between heaven and earth. "Silence is the highest contempt!" The golden characters were floating in the sky. At this moment, it was as if Zhou Shuren had become a king who despised everything, which made Yun couldn't help but feel the desire to retreat, and then he ran away into the distance faster than when he came. The blood mist enveloped everything, making Zhou Shuren unable to identify the direction. Zhou Shuren was a little angry because I couldn't get out even if you ran away. "There is no road in the world, but when there are more people walking, it becomes a road." Big characters bloomed from the tip of the pen, and then paved a golden avenue, extending straight to the fleeing figure. Then the hand did not stop moving, "The moth died on the lamp." Another golden light flashed past, and then turned into a shocking torch in front of Yu, emitting astonishing heat. With a scream, the smoke turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated between the sky and the earth. The blood mist naturally slowly dissipated. Looking at the beautiful starry night with the bright moon hanging high, Zhou Shuren couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. He liked this natural sky.

If you don't see the Chairman of the Republic of China, it's a waste of time to return to the Republic of China.

In Shanhaiguan shrouded in wind and snow, a strong middle-aged man in a thin shirt carrying a long pole walked towards the pass step by step, but there were no footprints on the snow on the ground. The falling snow evaporated when it approached the middle-aged man's body, and the mist lingered around his side like an immortal walking in the world. The middle-aged man walked into a tea stall. Seven or eight people were already seated in the tea stall. Although there were few people, it was extremely lively. Li Shuwen put down the long pole behind his back and put it on the table. Just as he was about to ask the waiter to bring a pot of hot tea, the arguments among the people next door became more intense. Li Shuwen listened carefully and found out that the topic they were arguing about was the recent invasion of the Forbidden City by Britain, the United States, France, Germany, Russia, Japan, Austria, and Italy, and they even discussed the content of the subsequent peace talks. The middle-aged man obviously felt that the identities of these people were not simple, but his shocking martial arts gave him endless confidence. Even if these people doubled ten times, they would not be his opponents. The people who were discussing deliberately realized that the middle-aged people had seen through their tricks. The leader bowed to the middle-aged man and bowed his head and said, "I have long admired the name of Grandmaster Li. We are entrusted by Marshal Yuan to ask you to do something." "Yuan Shikai? I, Li Shuwen, have completed my master's entrustment and I don't owe him anything." Li Shuwen said and planned to leave.                                                                                         " Among the few people, Li Shuwen finally knew what Yuan Shikai wanted him to do, to assassinate a peace negotiation delegation that was about to arrive at Jinmen Port. The delegation was protected by a musketeer team of more than 500 people and was riding a cruiser. Only Li Shuwen's lightness and strength had a chance to protect him. Li Shuwen didn't care about those muskets. He had already experienced the power of the musketeers when he was training soldiers for Yuan Shikai. Unless he was surrounded by more than a thousand people, he could escape with his strength. Besides, it was his duty to serve the country and kill foreigners. After all, if the peace talks fail, although it may offend many powers, it may also change the shameful treaty sent by them. The people in front of him had already shown him a copy of the treaty they had brought. Although he was not highly educated, he could understand that there was no difference between signing this treaty and betraying the country. Looking at the people who were still kneeling in front of him, Li Shuwen said, "I will take this matter, give me seven days, and I will kill everyone in the mission!" After that, Li Shuwen walked out of the tea stall and disappeared into the street in a few steps. The people in the tea stall looked at each other, and one of them whispered, "Well, what to do with the horse prepared by the commander?" The leader was not surprised, "Horses are fast at long distances, but he is faster at this distance. Let's go back and recover. With a few masters joining forces, this matter will definitely be successful!" The snow in the sky is gradually getting lighter, and wisps of sunshine are shining. It seems that the cold winter is about to pass. In less than two days, Li Shuwen arrived at Jinmen Port, where he met his companions who were working with him. "I didn't expect you three old guys to come out too, why don't you continue to pretend to be dead?" Li Shuwen was a little surprised. You must know that he had knocked on the door more than ten times, but these three old immortals couldn't pretend to be dead. Unexpectedly, this little assassination incident alerted them. "Little brother, don't underestimate the foreigners' muskets. They are not so easy to deal with." The leader of the three said slowly, with fear flashing in his eyes from time to time. "How come you Yang Luchan, you Dong Haichuan, you Wu Yuxiang, and I, Li Shuwen, are four Grandmaster-level people joining forces. A mere foreign gun is nothing." Li Shuwen's eyes were full of disdain. Foreign guns are powerful, but the people who use them are not good at it. How can such men stop them? Dong Haichuan on the side smiled and said, "Brother Yang, being cautious is a good thing, but being too cautious is redundant. You and I are both centenarians, so there is no need to be secretive. What news have you got?" "It wasn't Brother Yang who got the news, it was my disciple who got the news." Wu Yuxiang, who was on the other side of Dong Haichuan, said seriously, "The troops escorted this time were not only the 500 musketeers, but also a battleship and two destroyers. Although I don't understand what this means, my disciple who studied abroad said that that thing can blow up a hill with one shot." "Humph, you have to blow me up!" Although Li Shuwen was a little afraid, he still did not let go of his pride. After all, once he admitted it, he would feel ashamed of his martial arts. He clearly felt that the three martial arts hearts in front of him were shaken.                                                                                                                                                                                   A decade of hard work, is no better than a mere few years or even a few months of study? Li Shuwen doesn't want to admit it, and he won't admit it! The four of them fell silent. No one knew what they were thinking. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night. On the Bohai Sea, the Brandenburg slowly sailed to Tianjin Port under the escort of two destroyers. The restaurant on the ship was particularly lively. Envoys from the eight countries gathered together and discussed how to distribute the cake this time. Although the parties were all smiling, their words did not soften in the slightest. They used various guns and sticks and threats of force, just to share more food. On the observation deck, a German soldier stared at the sea not far away. He actually didn't know whether to call for an enemy attack. In the telescope, four human-shaped black spots were walking step by step on the sea. The waves from time to time had no impact on them. The German soldier's military qualities of years of training finally prevailed, and he sounded the alarm. Soon after, Captain William received the intelligence of the survey. If he had not seen someone walking on the ground in the sea with his own eyes, he would have shot the bastard who sounded the alarm. After all, he was having a great time chatting with the Italian ambassador's daughter and was about to talk about the creation of life. William didn't hesitate at all. The ship's artillery was already in place. The 280mm main gun made a loud noise, and the machine guns and rifles also fired towards the figure. Although he had never heard the saying "a cannon fires, a thousand taels of gold", but thinking about the high price of cannonballs, he still felt a faint pain in his heart. For the sake of safety, he had to order this. The shell exploded among the four Yang Luchans. Except for the three people who had already avoided it, Li Shuwen, who was trying to catch the shell, was blown away. The meteorite spear in his hand was broken into three pieces, and the whole person seemed to fall apart. However, his strong vitality, force-removing skills and last-minute evasion allowed him to survive. Although he was seriously injured, he could still fight. When Li Shuwen emerged from the sea again and jumped onto the deck of the Brandenburg, he saw a scene that changed his life-long thoughts. A few rays of moonlight shine through the sky covered by dark clouds. Under the moonlight is Dong Haichuan, who was killed by the bomb. Only half of his body is left, and half of his head is missing. Red and white are intertwined and flowing. More than a hundred foreign corpses are lying on the ground. Not far away was the one-armed Yang Luchan who was struggling to support himself. Soldiers' shooting could not stop him, but the self-destructing soldiers who rushed at him from time to time made it difficult for him to move. A soldier's corpse flew out of the cabin, and Dong Haichuan, whose body was covered with bullet holes, walked out step by step with bloody footprints, "Ahem, cough, cough, mission accomplished... Accomplished..." As soon as he finished speaking, he fell to the ground, and Li Shuwen could feel that his fire of life was completely extinguished. Li Shuwen did not hesitate at all and strode towards the stand not far away, where William was calmly commanding the soldiers. The destruction of the mission did not affect his decision. Soldiers poured out of each hatch in a steady stream. The machine gun positions were already set up. An intertwined fire network was finally formed. Yang Luchan, who was originally at ease, fell into crisis. Li Shuwen decisively threw the short spear in his hand, and the short spear flew straight towards William like a bullet. William's adjutant and several guards immediately stepped forward. They used their bodies to change the trajectory of the short spear and saved William with their lives, but the powerful impact still made him unconscious. Seeing this, Yang Luchan looked at Li Shuwen and shook his hand at the fire net not far away. The blood in his hand flew away like bullets, and countless small holes appeared on the bodies of the soldiers who emerged. The strong body of Li Shuwen on the side became withered. He burned his life, rushing into the crowd like a cannonball, fists, feet and claws. At this time, he was a ruthless killing machine. Some soldiers suddenly had their chests dented and flew backwards, hitting several soldiers behind them before stopping; some soldiers suddenly became shorter and their heads reached their chests; some soldiers' arms holding guns suddenly flew into the air and fell to the ground wailing. In just a few minutes, dozens of corpses appeared on the ground. The soldiers who were not suppressed by William were completely demoralized and hid behind hatches and various bunkers without daring to show their faces. At the same time that Li Shuwen took action, Yang Luchan flew back, and it was vaguely visible that his legs had been deformed. But this did not affect his actions at all. He picked up the bodies of Dong Haichuan and Wu Yixiang and jumped into the sea. Seeing this, Li Shuwen on the side also disappeared into the sea. On a rocky beach in Jinmen, Li Shuwen looked at Yang Luchan, who was like a candle in the wind, with sadness in his eyes. However, burning his life, he also exhausted all his energy and sat helplessly beside the rocks with Yang Luchan. "My little friend, do you think there is really any hope for our lifelong pursuit?" Yang Luchan said weakly, his tone full of loneliness.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                "The strength of a sword is no match to a strong ship and a sharp cannon, hahahahahahaha... Cough cough cough..." Li Shuwen's laughter was so full of self-deprecation that it even affected his injuries. "I'm afraid I won't be able to use all my strength in the future. Fortunately, Old Man Wu has slaughtered all the envoys. There should be no worries this time. After I die, Chenjiagou." Yang Luchan felt the passage of his life. He spoke concisely and then closed his eyes and lost his breath. "After all, I am the only one left... Sigh..." Looking at the corpses of the three masters, Li Shuwen was silent for a long time. After recovering some strength, he disappeared into the night with the corpses. It is a pity that this assassination failed to change the signing of the treaty. The weak Qing government signed the Xinchou Treaty this year, which was humiliating and humiliating the country. Deep in the Changbai Mountain, Li Shuwen looked at the immature young man in front of him, "Do you want to become my master?" "Yes, master." The young man bowed. "What do you want to learn?" "Your strongest kung fu!" "Okay, then these books will be passed on to you!" Li Shuwen pointed to the cave behind him. Inside are the documents from various countries he has collected over the past ten years. These are the hopes he has gained with his life. Not far from the cave, three hills can be vaguely seen. "Huh?" The young man was a little surprised. "You have to teach them to many, many people, and you will become the hope for the rise of this country. I am just a warrior. I can't save China, not even thousands of me, but this knowledge can! This is the last hope of us old guys!" Li Shuwen was unprecedentedly serious. He was about to die, but the knowledge he had worked so hard to find would live on for him and help the country get out of weakness and become rich and strong. The young man left with hope, and with him was the knowledge. He was prepared to spend his life spreading it. Maybe he could really find a way to save the country. Elemental Card – Someone was hurt Elemental Card – At Sea Ending Card – They died and passed it on to their children

The rise of the literary giants of the Republic of China is beautiful

"It's the Mid-Autumn Festival" "But I can't go back" 'Dad, Mom, I won't go back for the Mid-Autumn Festival this year...' 'I won't go back in the future' "Because..." "There are still important things waiting for me to do.

Wouldn't a modern highly educated person not be able to eat Western food? I don't believe it anyway

Now that you have awakened, why don't you mention Nan Chen and Bei Li?

It is the fifth day of the lunar month in the Ji Chou year. Today is August 14, and the round but not round moon hangs high in the sky. This is Blue Star, the first Mid-Autumn Festival in this new land. Oh, no, it should be August 14th, the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival. At this time, in a small courtyard in an alley in the southern district of Beijing, there was a man who was nearly fifty years old. His surname was Tang, and the single character was Wan. At this time, this experienced man was lying comfortably on the recliner, eyes closed, and humming softly to the selected part of "The Empty City Plan, I am an Idle Man in Wollongong". While singing, the breeze gently blew through the vine frame behind me, making the leaves whirr. Tang Wan's eyelids twitched a few times, then he hugged the wool blanket tightly around his body, muttering to himself that the wind was really cold. In fact, you can't blame him for this. After all, the October wind is already a bit bitingly cool, and the wind is even worse in this part of the capital. What's more, he is already nearly sixty years old at this time. I opened my eyes and looked at the small courtyard that was extremely brightly lit by the moon. Then I picked up the still warm tea on the wooden table next to me. After a few sips, I closed my eyes again and lay there shaking. However, at this time, he no longer sang those opera excerpts, but saw the bright red lantern hanging at the door, recalling everything he had experienced in this land, and everything he had experienced. Now is the first Mid-Autumn Festival night in a new year. In countless places, everyone is celebrating, as if they are celebrating the New Year. Although we are still impoverished, those three mountains have long since disappeared from our bodies. We have stood up, and the people are extremely happy. If you don't believe it, just listen to the crackling sound in the distance outside. People have been letting it go for almost a week now. You can imagine how long it has been in their hearts. Looking at the peaceful and happy people outside, he thought of himself again. In fact, he is not from this era, or this time and space, because when he was in his twenties, he got married happily, but he did not expect that because he drank too much, he unexpectedly came here. Without a diploma, no background, and no money, he got here in a roundabout way just relying on his mouth and his unknown courage. He has also witnessed the rise and fall of this place, and met many great people who would never dare to think about it in this life. In an intuitive and shocking way, I saw everything about that wonderful era, including people and things, as well as the advanced spirit of all parties. Of course, history does not make assumptions, and history has no ifs. His arrival, like the wings of a butterfly, changed the fate of many people. Guilty? Blame yourself? Ordinary mind? Maybe he had been resentful because of someone, maybe he had compromised because of something, but no matter who he met or knew, after he looked at everything around him from the perspective of future generations, he saw it lightly, or he understood it. Even a close friend once said that Brother Tang Wan had gone through something and he suddenly seemed to be a different person. It was really hard to see through. Has he changed? Maybe he has changed. After he saw the real hail of bullets, he became more mature. It seems that he can use maturity as a form. Harm, maybe Mo is so stunned that he doesn't even know how to use words. Now that he is nearly sixty, he wears reading glasses, woolen sweaters and thick cotton clothes, and his temples are grayer than those two years ago. Today he looks just like a little old man, but he lacks the energy and immaturity and is more peaceful and solid. Who would have thought how brilliant this old man was in the past, who he was a close friend with, and who he was a brother of life and death with. Hey! A sigh came from my heart, adding something to this peaceful little courtyard. As Tang Wan was thinking about it, he remembered them who were recorded in history, and suddenly realized that they were still around. Unfortunately, a gust of wind blew by, which made him sober up, and reminded him that they had become history. Tang Wan looked at the faces and names that flashed through his mind, and their shouts kept echoing in his ears. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have done something in the past thirty years, but also seemed to have done nothing. If someone comes to interview him like later generations did, let him comment on his life. He must tell the other party with a smile that he, Tang Wan, is just a villain in troubled times when it comes to history. For them, he did his best to do his best. If he were really asked to say something, maybe he would sum it up with a limerick: Look at the river, fish swim for fish, climb mountains, and pine trees be pine trees. Asking the world, everyone performs their duties, and asking yourself, it's nothing more than that. It is said that a real man should stand up in troubled times, and he laughs at Wu Gang's repeated years of rafting trees. I happened to ask myself how much I weighed, and how round and missing the moon was when I smiled. In the grand occasion, look back and look back, laugh at the troubled times, Xiao Xiaohe is in charge. Don't talk nonsense, you dare to go up. Don't be ashamed, it's just that. The idle man who sings Wolong in his mouth, smiles and draws a few calligraphy strokes in his heart. If you ask the heaven and the earth who is first, I am the one who knows everything in troubled times. Somehow, Tang Wan said it after thinking about it. After a while, he sighed again. But at this moment, I heard the door move not far away in front of me, and as the door was opened, "Okay! Brother Tang Wan wrote the lyrics well! Then I heard a round of applause and shouting: Such realistic words are worthy of playing chess with Mr. Zhong Fu. Brother Tang Wan is really a genius!" Tang Wan's eyelids twitched when he heard the sound, he opened his eyes, and then started to do it. After seeing the person's face clearly, he didn't care about the wool blanket that had already fallen to the ground. Instead, he strode towards the other person, like a wolf that saw a sheep.