Li Xueqiaoqi: History, it will not fade

Author: Chengdu Jinniu Experimental Middle School Class 7 of 2022 Li Xueqiaoqi

Instructor: Huang Chaojing

On autumn nights, there are no stars in the sky, only a little light in front of the table.

I was held in the palm of his hand. It was very cold, and his hands were slightly trembling, even with the words I had written. There was light in his eyes, a fire that could not be extinguished even by the cold wind of winter nights, and he wrote down with a stroke of his hand, "New Youth."

This is my story with New Youth.

I was originally a mediocre pen under Mr. Zhongfu. Since that fall of 1915, I have had a different identity.

Every day, I lay at my desk, waiting for Mr. Zhongfu to use me to write articles to spread new ideas and explore prescriptions for China's relief.

Sometimes Mr. Zhongfu did not think about it, and fell on the pen first. He reads: "Autonomous rather than slave; progressive rather than conservative; enterprising rather than retreating; worldly rather than closed-minded; profitable rather than fictitious; scientific rather than imaginary" as he fell on paper. I followed the torrent of his heart, traversing the side. Rows and rows of words are the liberation of the mind; lines of language are the light of culture. The minds of young people are liberated from this text, and from this text, they shine!

Sometimes it's Mr. De and Mr. Sai. Mr. Zhongfu used me to write a book, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. When he finished writing, he was full of energy. This is a masterpiece that opens up the national mind! There seemed to be a bright new life in front of his eyes, and there was a majestic power in his chest. Therefore, the articles I wrote, with new culture and new hopes, took root in the vast land of China.

Therefore, as the articles written by me and Mr. Zhongfu became more and more widespread, in front of my small desk, many people of all kinds emerged: There was Li Shouchang, who wore a long shirt and was thick; there was Cai Xiaomin, who loved education and was inclusive; there was Zhou Yucai, who had a resolute face and sharp speech; there was Hu Shizhi, who wore a foreign dress, was humble and courteous; and there was Deng Zhongxia, who was bold and resolute, full of fierce fighting spirit... In front of this little desk, it is the great man who gathers. Their names have been shining in the sky of history from here!

And now, Mr. Zhongfu has long gone. Only I, still record the glory of those years of resistance. In today's era of awakening, history is reproducing like yesterday, the souls of the Chinese people are gradually awakening, and everything is the best appearance. I thought to myself: History, it won't fade! It will continue to engrave its glorious past in the torrent of the times.

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