Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

Confucius stood where he was, watching the scene in front of him.

When everyone disappeared at the entrance of the alley, there were already tears in his eyes.

He looked up at the sky.

The sky was pitch black, but stars could be seen from time to time.

Ji Dong stood next to Confucius, and with a wave of his hand, the scene in front of him kept changing repeatedly.

In the streets and alleys, in the dark night, countless people in red vests shuttled through the streets and alleys.

Some of them sat on the street, some stood in the middle, some shuttled in the alley, and some stretched out their hands to support the old man.

But no matter where they are, they are extending their hands like strangers.

Confucius looked at the scene in front of him, then turned to look at Lin Yi.

"Is this the lover of the future?"

Lin Yi nodded.

"This is the lover of future generations."

Confucius took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay, this is Ren! This is Ren!"

Confucius shouted, with tears in his eyes.

There is nothing more satisfying than the realization of one's own ideals.

Seeing this scene, the barrage was also moved.

"Moving, this is the benevolence of future generations!"

"Love, this is really loving, loving relatives, and loving others."

"It's decided! This year's club, I must join the Volunteer Association!"

"Do your part to help others, Master, don't worry! Next time you come, this society will definitely become better!"

"Master was also moved. This kind of human warmth really makes people cry."

in the screen.

The scene in front of Ji Dong and Confucius changed again.

A tumbling river appeared in front of him, and heavy rain poured down from the sky. Ji Dong had an extra umbrella in his hand.

He held up an umbrella to keep out the heavy rain.

Confucius looked at the heavy rain outside the umbrella with surprise in his eyes.

He stretched his hand out of the umbrella, and the rain light hit his palm, which made him feel very powerful.

That rain fell on the flood, adding to the power of the flood.

Because of the heavy rain, Confucius could only feel the sound of rain and the roar of the flood in front of his ears.

Like thunder in a rainy night at night, it has a deterrent power.

However, in less than a moment, Confucius heard another sound besides the sound of rain and flood.

"One two one! One two one! Go!!"

The voice was so majestic and powerful that it actually pierced through the layers of rain.

Followed by this sound, is the sound of uniform footsteps, and the same shout.

"One-two-one! One-two-one!"

Confucius looked at Lin Yi, Lin Yi held up the umbrella, and in the picture, a patch of green and orange appeared under the rain curtain.

"The love that Master said, in later generations, is still the love of people for the people of the motherland."

Confucius reached out and grabbed Ji Dong's hand. He was a little nervous. He watched those people walking towards the big river, and asked urgently, "What are they going to do?"

Such a big rainy day.

Such a big flood.

Even he felt the natural deterrence.

But these people are not afraid at all, and they are about to charge forward with their bags on their heads?

Ji Dong looked at the rescue team rushing forward not far from them.

"They're going to the rescue."

Confucius opened his eyes, looked at the monstrous flood, and then at those people.

"This rainy day, are they going to save people?"

"This is not possible. How can people be saved in this flood?"

Confucius took two steps forward.

"I'm going to remind them!"

Confucius stretched out his sleeve to cover the falling rain, and trotted all the way to those people.

He was drenched in the rain, and the rain hit his face, slightly obscuring his vision.

"Everyone!"

"Everyone! Don't go again!"

"The river ahead is soaring, we can't go any further!"

Confucius shouted, shouting with all his strength, but the people in front of him remained motionless, and they walked forward with firm steps.

Seeing this scene, the audience felt as if a needle had been pricked in their hearts.

"Don't leave! Damn it, I've broken my defenses. I was scooped out of the water by the flood fighters!"

"Where there is so much peace, it's just that someone is carrying the burden for you."

"I didn't expect that I would be the master, and I really want to stop them! Tell them not to go any further!"

"Don't go! Come back!"

"This is love, this is their love for the motherland and the people, this is too heavy!"

In the center.

Director Sun turned around and stopped talking.

Director Li, who was sitting by the side, found a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to Director Sun.

Director Sun took a deep breath, wiped away his tears and turned around again.

His best friend was a front-line flood fighter at that time.

Later, he never came back.

Sun Taichang sighed, full of sadness.

"This kid, he's been trying to trick us old men's tears all day long. It's really nothing."

in the screen.

Confucius wiped off the water from his face, his face was full of regret, he stretched out his hand to hold the little soldier at the end, but his hand passed directly through his body.

Confucius looked at all this in a daze, as if he didn't believe in evil, he rushed to them again, stretched out his arms and shouted: "Everyone, stop, everyone!"

"The flood is rising ahead, don't go any further!"

But the person in front of him, as if he couldn't hear him, walked forward persistently.

After all passed by, Confucius turned around in a daze and looked at their backs approaching the river bank. Suddenly, the little soldier behind the team turned around.

"Fuck, did he see the Master?"

"I feel like a knife."

"Look at Master, it feels like his tears are mixed with rainwater."

The little soldier turned his head, looked in the direction of Confucius, and suddenly smiled at Confucius.

Confucius stood on the spot, looking at the soldier's smile, before he stretched out his hand and ran over, the little soldier turned his head again and followed the team.

Ji Dong walked up to Confucius.

Confucius stared at his eyes.

"Lin Jun, why are these people not afraid of this natural and man-made disaster?"

"Gentlemen, you should sacrifice your life for righteousness, but this is a natural and man-made disaster."

Confucius looked at those people in the wind and rain, and it seemed that the same voice as before came from behind him.

"Because, love."

Ji Dong also stared at the scene in front of him.

Those soldiers found people waiting for rescue in the river, and the little soldier standing at the end resolutely picked up the rescue rope and tied it to his body.

Confucius took two steps forward. He watched the little soldier jump into the flood. Because he was too nervous, he grabbed Ji Dong's hand.

The little soldier fastened the lock with difficulty, and then swam to the other side of the river. He tied the rope and was about to go back, but saw a huge wave hitting him in the distance.

Confucius grabbed Ji Dong's hand suddenly, turned around, already crying.

"Lin Jun!"

"Qiu has never seen anyone like this before."

"Sacrificing one's life for righteousness, sacrificing one's life for love, is this the truth?"

Lin Yi reached out and patted Confucius' hand.

"Master, morality is the foundation of human heart."

"Even if you sacrifice your life, if righteousness is fulfilled, you will have no regrets."

"This is lover, great love."

Kong Qiu looked up to the sky and let the rain fall on his face.

Dozens of people wearing the same clothes walked by him.

"This is benevolence! The ultimate in benevolence!"

At this time, in a compound of a military region, several old men sitting around stopped to talk about Dashan's voice.

Several people watched the flood on the screen and fell silent at the same time.

"If he is here, he will never regret it."

One of the old men said, with tears in his eyes, his voice choked with sobs.

"We will never regret it!"

Others said that several old men looked at each other, then stood up at the same time and saluted the TV.

"In 1983, the frontline flood fighting officers salute you!"

In the National Defense University, people who were in class or in the dormitory stood up at the same time, turned to the screen, and saluted together.

"17th"

"20th"

"22th"

"National defense students, pay tribute to our comrades in arms!"