On the second day of the first month of the first year of Dingwu, Zhou Shixiang led hundreds of civil and military officials to Meihua Mountain to worship Shi Kefa. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On this day, it snowed heavily.

Zhou Shixiang ordered the whole army to wear filial piety.

Under the snowflakes, Zhou Shi worshiped each other in front of the tomb.

"In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, the first emperor hanged himself in the coal mountain, which is said to be the son of heaven guarding the country, and the king died in Sheji. Since then, the land of my Chinese Han family has been full of destruction, full of blood, and white bones. Jiashen Manchukuo's entry into the customs is really the most dramatic disaster in the history of the Han family! Shi Kefa, Chen Mingyu, Yan Yingyuan, Zhang Mingzhen, Chen Zilong, Xia Wanchun... Countless Han family aspirants have gone forward one after another, just to not bow down the arrogant heads of our Han people to Manyi! Today, I and other descendants came to worship the Cabinet Department, just to tell the Cabinet that when the Heavenly Dao will be declared, we will definitely take revenge, and we will definitely take revenge! Whatever Manchuria has imposed on us, we will repay it a hundredfold! ”

"Loyalty and solar terms, for my Han family to establish the foundation of the clan, all the suffering we have suffered in the past ten years is due to the loss of our nation's loyalty, the loss of solar terms! When the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, many loyal ministers like the Shi Gebu were martyred, and the moment our Hanfu was taken off, and the moment our long hair was cut off, the essence and bones of our nation were broken. Our Han family is the master of China, our civilization is the civilization of China, if we lose our loyalty, we do not deserve to have the civilization left to us by our ancestors! ... Thankfully, for 17 years, we have never stopped fighting, and we have never given in! ”

"The pain of national blood can not be forgotten! Yangzhou 10th, Jiading three slaughter, Nanchang slaughter, Sichuan slaughter, Jiangyin slaughter, Kunshan slaughter, Datong slaughter, Changshu slaughter, Guangzhou slaughter, Chaozhou slaughter, Nanxiong slaughter.... Can we forget! ... Zhili looks at the desolate fields, Henan is full of hazel barrenness, and the lake is wide and uninhabited. Xia Wanchun, who died at the age of sixteen, and Huang Gongfu, who self-immolated at the age of eighty-four; Kuang Lu who died holding the qin, Chen Bangyan, Zhang Jiayu, Chen Zizhuang of the Southern Ming Dynasty, Li Suiqiu, a Lingnan genius who died in street battles, Qu Shiyun and Zhang Tongchang who died in Guilin, Hou Tong and Huang Chunyao of Jiading, Song Yingsheng who took poison and martyred the country, Chen Zilong, Xia Yunyi, Qi Biaojia who committed suicide by throwing themselves into the water, and countless Wenchen generals went forward and succeeded... They are either feudal ministers, or cloth scribes, when the country is in trouble, they are not afraid of danger, stand up to the difficulties, persevere, and kill themselves, just to prove that my Han family is never willing to give in! They are righteous and awe-inspiring, heroic martyrs, and calmly righteous, this is the true spirit and integrity of our Han nation!"

Looking at the white at the bottom of the mountain and at Yangzhou City not far away, Zhou Shixiang was excited. It is precisely because of the existence of these Han family aspirants, and because of their unswerving national integrity, that they turned into seeds in the wind and rushed out, into Zou Rong's "Revolutionary Army", into Chen Tianhua's grief and indignation in the sea, into Qiu Jin's sword, into the oath of the Alliance, into Xu Xilin, Wu Yue and the Huanghuagang Uprising in Guangzhou, and into the first shot of the Wuchang Uprising. Those loyal ministers and martyrs who were martyred will forever become the immortal glory and banner of our Han family. Behind all the historical events is the eternal indestructible belief of our Han family!

Eighty days with allegiance, the 17th Dynasty of Taizu, 100,000 people died with one heart, and left 300 miles of rivers and mountains in the Ming Dynasty.

Although I am a woman, I have received the grace of the country, and I have perished with the country, and I am righteous. If you are not a foreign courtier, you have not failed the grace of the world, and you have not forgotten the teachings of your ancestors, then you can look underground.

The corpses in Jiangyin City are full of corpses, filthy and unsmellable, and the woman gnaws at the blood inscription poem: A message to passers-by to cover their noses, the living are not as fragrant as the dead!

Sadly, in the past life.

When the slaughter of cities and the rape of inhumanity, the ferocious enclosure of escapees, the bloody and criminal shaving of hair and the obedience of the people, the tragic coastal relocation were erased, and the foundation of national oppression pushed China into the abyss of ignorance and backwardness for hundreds of years of dark rule, and became an era in which many people talked about it. When the tyranny of indiscriminate killing of innocent people knocks bones and sucks the marrow is whitewashed as a wise saint; When the people are poor, the stagnant and rigid society is whitewashed into a glorious and prosperous era; How sad it is when the forbidden books frantically create the castration of the literal prison to whitewash cultural identity!

While many people cherish the names of the Manchu chiefs, butchers, and traitors, a few people know the names of the national martyrs who died to resist foreign invasions!

When the butchers, traitors, and lackeys were praised, the remnants of the heroes and martyrs of the past dynasties and the Ming Dynasty were deliberately forgotten and distorted; When the streets of Shenyang stood majestically with huge statues of the twelve emperors of the Manchu Qing Dynasty; When the emperors of the Ming Dynasty were scandalized and slandered one by one, they were talked about with contempt and contempt by many stupid people who thought they were wise; When the vast and splendid Hong Chengchou Memorial Park was built in Nan'an, Fujian; When the descendants of the butcher executioner Shang Kexi wore zombie costumes to worship their traitor ancestors; When the tombstone of the anti-Qing hero Chen Zilong was painted beyond recognition; When Yue Fei and Wen Tianxiang were denied as national heroes by the textbooks, whether this nation was still Han nationality, whether they were still the descendants of Yan and Huang, where was their loyalty, and where was their blood!

History cannot be tampered with, history cannot be made up, and history cannot be deliberately forgotten.

Maybe I can't change my previous life, but in this life, I will definitely change.

When I come, I won't leave any regrets.

In the wind and snow, Zhou Shi rode his horse to the south.

Behind him, he was wrapped in silver makeup.

That year, the plum blossoms were like snow and all for you to wear filial piety, the land where your blood was splashed, the crown of clothes planted outside your body, and the fragrance of a thousand trees against the wind.

When the city is broken, your fiery head is naked, and you are raised naked to the blades on all sides.

The first sword, the generals will not let you kill yourself;

The second knife, Stilwell couldn't bear it.

In your shouts when you left, which iron man didn't cry?

The third knife, the fourth knife, the fifth knife...

The city is broken, the country is broken, everything is broken.

Huaizuo is the famous capital, the best place in Zhuxi, only the green mountains are left from the hidden water.

After the soil is Miao, the emperor is high, where to collect your arrogant bones?

The nightmare of the history has lifted to your page, awe-inspiring in the scar of the knife, the blood stains are still dry, and the legend of the fishing wood after the catastrophe is awe-inspiring.

Say that you were not killed in the rebellion, and after the longest ten nights of the massacre, the survivors argued about who saw you that day.

A white horse riding, black hat, green clothes.

Far out of the back of Tianning Gate, from Yingshan to Huoshan, your Welling, every gust of wind flutters with the flag, the endless wind blows the flag that does not fall, different flags in the same direction, pointing to the precarious battlements of Beijing.

Floating, floating, from Meihualing to Coal Mountain.

(To be continued.) )