On the night before dawn, the stars and moon are invisible, the wind and rain are fierce, the thunder is deafening, and the heavens and the earth are sad.
Lightning is like a sword, cutting through the black curtain, presenting the hazy figure of the nightcrawler on the cliff cliff, in the thorny bushes, and in the heart of the river full of reefs.
History is editing every tragic moment on the eve of dawn, and the lens of history is focusing on youth, focusing on blood, focusing on wind and rain, focusing on rainbows.
A hundred years ago, on the first day of July, a group of beauties held Cupid's arrow in their hands and met for a night trip. Their spring hearts are fluttering, their eyes are bright, their eyes contain the galaxy, they have the style of everyone's boudoir, and they also have the feelings of a small family jasper. Their destination was the French Concession in Shanghai.
The beauty moved to Jiaxing South Lake and opened a romantic love story. This morning, a red boat full of love promises came from the blood-dripping lake.
Sparkling waves of white clouds, green weeping willows combing long hair. The beauties work together to sail the red boat into the deepest reeds and discuss the theme of love.
Suddenly, egrets flew and the declaration of love awakened the nesting bird. The sky is like an endless blue poem, and the white poems written by the egret have Tang style and Song rhymes. Rich and poetic scenery of South Lake.
Smoke was blowing. Beauty is full of wind and rain, and the years are full of blood and tears. The footprints of love are not under the moon before the flower, not in the small bridge flowing water, not in the dance floor song hall, not in the waterfall hot spring.
The mirror of history illuminates every tragic moment of the new democratic period.
Of the 170 members of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, 51 members have fulfilled the promise of love with their young lives.
In the face of white terror, 38-year-old Li Dazhao calmly walked to the gallows, and at the moment of righteousness, he may have seen the shining brilliance of communism; 26-year-old Luo Yinong wrote an epic poem of the Shanghai Workers' Uprising, and Shanghai Hualong shed the blood of heroes; in the prison in Nanchang, 36-year-old Fang Zhimin froze with a desperate article "Lovely China" to freeze "work hard to die, struggle to death." "The oath ... Young beings dyed the historical night sky red on the title page of love.
The mirror of history saw Liu Hulan. On the execution ground, the knife was stained with the blood of the martyrs, shining with a frightening cold light. "Say, how do you die?" The enemy roared like thunder. "Those who are afraid of death are not the Communist Party!" Liu Hulan said as he walked toward the knife.
The enemy's knife can cut off 15 fangs, but it cannot lose eternal faith. The life of a nightcrawler is both short and noble. The temperament of not letting the eyebrows be shaved and seeing death as a homecoming is either natural or innate.
"The greatness of life, the glory of death." The inscription of the great Man Mao Zedong imprinted the medal of love on the journey of pursuing dreams.
"Ren has heavy shackles at his feet, and you can hold the leather whip high, even if your chest is facing a bloody bayonet, people, you can't lower your noble head..." Chen Ran held "My Confessions" and his life of less than 26 years old, and resolutely dedicated his loyalty to the party and the people.
On the eve of dawn, the wind and rain were heavy and the smoke was thick. The night road is bumpy, and the ghosts cry wolf. Fighting in blood became the only option for nightcrawlers.
Nourish the flowers with blood, dispel the dark clouds with faith, stop the wind and rain with life, install the stars with dreams... Brave nightcrawlers are so obsessed.
The historical audio and video replays the dawn of July 1, 1921, the beacon of August 1, 1927, and the founding ceremony of October 1, 1949.
Young lives have gone away, the undead have become gods, and mountains and rivers are becoming more and more unharmed.
Starlight does not ask passers-by, and history does not forget the nightcrawlers. May the Dragon Clan forever inherit the red gene of the Nightcrawler, may the Torch held high by the Nightcrawler illuminate every corner of the spiritual world, and may the Nightcrawler's spirit in heaven bless the great rejuvenation dream of the Chinese nation be realized as soon as possible.
About the author: Dafang Liu Junjie, real name Liu Junjie, today's headline nickname: grassroots plot, senior teacher of mathematics, member of Guizhou Provincial Prose Literature Society. Most of the themes of the articles are mainly love, often in the form of love for the hometown, love for the motherland, love for the people, etc. His representative work is the essay "Hometown", which has been published in newspapers and periodicals at all levels such as novels, poems, and papers, among which the paper "Returning Mathematical Beauty to Students" was awarded the first prize for excellent papers in popular science magazine. (The picture comes from the network, if there is infringement, contact Xiaobian to delete)