“遍地哀鸿满城血，无非一念救苍生。”
Everywhere is filled with sorrow and blood, but the only thought is to save the lives of the people
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虽生以中华骨，流以中华血，却是年幼不感中华心。偶被一部历史短剧触动，留却的是那无法忘却的鲜活历史记忆。
Although born with Chinese bones and shed Chinese blood, he did not feel the Chinese heart at a young age. I was touched by a short historical drama, but what remains is the vivid historical memory that cannot be forgotten.
我对剧中人们的了解浅淡，许是书页上的寥寥几语，又许是我印象中文人们的长衫布衣。他们于泛黄的书页上鲜活，用尽毕生理想与信念于史书刻画鲜红的愿。他们试着敲响新时代的钟，用文人风骨来作终。亦见冰冷刀刃流淌不尽鲜血，他们用血肉筑起历史高墙做结。肮脏的手埋向地下，罪恶在鲜红的背后燃烧，化作焦炭后的一派荒凉。
My understanding of the characters in the play is shallow, perhaps in a few words on the pages of the book, or perhaps in my impression of Chinese people's long robes and cloth clothes. They are vivid on yellowed pages, using their lifelong ideals and beliefs to depict bright red wishes in history books. They tried to ring the bell of the new era, ending with the spirit of literati. We also see the cold blade flowing with endless blood, and they use their flesh and blood to build a historical wall as a knot. Dirty hands buried underground, sin burning behind the bright red, turning into a desolate wasteland after turning into coke.出自 wwW.zuoWEnBA.nEt
许是新时代的钟声太响，又或是曙光太亮，眸前的他们沉默于荧幕之后，似是恍然途经了一场盛世散落的微光。可我记忆下的先生们是清晰而热烈的。所深刻的是陈独秀、李大钊、毛泽东等革命先驱追求真理的光辉历程，也是陈延年、陈乔年、邓中夏、赵世炎等革命先辈的热血岁月。他们与印象中文人似有差异，但又于“文人”二字中清晰。幕前闪过的是陈独秀先生初创《青年杂志》的演讲，毛泽东于雨中奔跑，蔡元培三顾茅庐请陈独秀任教，新文化运动领袖共编《新青年》，巴黎和会的最后一搏，学生们于五四运动的坚定……历历如绘的苦痛，救国之路的难寻，都是先生们甘愿舍以文人骨，救万千苍生于国泰民安。
Perhaps the bell of the new era is too loud, or the dawn is too bright, and they remain silent behind the screen, as if they have suddenly passed through a scattered glimmer of a prosperous era. But the gentlemen I remember were clear and enthusiastic. What is profound is the glorious journey of revolutionary pioneers such as Chen Duxiu, Li Dazhao, and Mao Zedong in pursuing truth, as well as the passionate years of revolutionary predecessors such as Chen Yannian, Chen Qiaonian, Deng Zhongxia, and Zhao Shiyan. They seem to have differences from the impression of Chinese people, but they are clear in the word 'literati'. In front of the screen flashed a speech by Mr. Chen Duxiu, who founded the "Youth Magazine". Mao Zedong ran in the rain, Cai Yuanpei visited the thatched cottage three times to invite Chen Duxiu to teach, leaders of the New Culture Movement jointly compiled the "New Youth", the last attempt of the Paris Peace Conference, and the determination of students in the May Fourth Movement... The pain that has been depicted and the difficulty of finding a way to save the country are all due to the willingness of gentlemen to sacrifice their literary bones and save countless lives from national prosperity and security.
我想，是我明朗青春太过耀眼，昏暗鲜红的记忆才足够深刻不灭。陈延年的青春便是我记忆里那片猩红却不暗淡的岁月。是抬眼眼前光明的青春与未来，垂眸眸底脚铐上挣不开的锈迹与铁链。路前是明媚的鲜花，路后是斑驳的鲜血。尽头或许便是先生们终要筑起的高墙。他的步伐走在了历史的前方，猩红而热烈的他定格在了那天的光下，不灭的却是众生初醒的信念。或许，他没有阻止住流动的血，但他却燃起万人因此而生的愿。
I think it's because my bright youth is too dazzling, and my dim and bright red memories are deep enough to last forever. Chen Yannian's youth is the crimson but not dim years in my memory. It is the bright youth and future in front of us, the rust and iron chains that cannot be separated from the handcuffs on our feet. In front of the road are bright flowers, behind the road are mottled blood. The end may be the high wall that gentlemen will eventually build. His footsteps were ahead of history, and the crimson and passionate image of him was frozen in the light of that day, but what remained immortal was the awakening faith of all living beings. Perhaps he did not stop the flowing blood, but he ignited the wish of thousands of people born because of it.
无奈相伴脸颊所铭记的温热，我想这也许就是青春的意义。势薄不救万人命，却以热血染人心。撑起百年前青年的理想与信念，涌入吾辈之青春，实现吾辈之荣光。百年前刀刃下的鲜血太红，染透了先生们的墨，皱纹下的眸。赤血一生匆匆乱史，透以残影见历史真实，见为人之苦难史。
The warmth that accompanies my cheeks with helplessness, I think this may be the meaning of youth. Thin power may not save thousands of lives, but it infects people's hearts with hot blood. Uphold the ideals and beliefs of the youth a hundred years ago, pour into our youth, and realize our glory. A hundred years ago, the blood under the blade was too red, staining the ink of gentlemen and the eyes under wrinkles. Red Blood's life was a chaotic journey through history, revealing the truth of history and the suffering of humanity through its remnants.
从此，先生墨下词，不止寥寥数言字。我血肉下共鸣的心脏便是！而看当今续史，已成当年愿景于此！当年的微小曙光于混沌中成以史诗！
From then on, Mr. Mo wrote more than just a few words. The heart that resonates beneath my flesh and blood is! Looking at the continuation of history today, it has become the vision of the past! The tiny dawn of those years became an epic in chaos!