11 missing moon sycamore 1

The afterglow of the sunset, reluctant to stay in the area of Hankou Dazhimen. In the ordinary courtyard with white walls and black tiles, Hu Yuzhen waited anxiously, adding to the suffering of the year. The gate of the courtyard was closed, and the old dog tied under the jujube tree crawled on the ground listlessly and fell into a good time. Hu Yuzhen stood up and sat down beside the stone stool under the jujube tree, sat down and stood up again, looking at the sunset hanging outside the courtyard wall from time to time, and swept the still closed mottled courtyard door from time to time. In the quiet courtyard, there was a high and low snoring sound from the inner room, and more than a dozen men who worked at night slept on the Datong shop. They are all free people who buy Kuli at Dazhimen Railway Station. This is a stronghold of the Elder Brother Association and a liaison station for revolutionaries.

Nowadays, Hankou is the largest import and export port in the mainland at the end of the Qing Dynasty. Naturally, it is a gathering place for the floating people who run the wharf and walk around the world. The Elder Brother Association is the largest gang here. The Lao Association has a close relationship with the Revolutionary Party and is a powerful anti-Qing force.

Hu Yuzhen, who was anxious, suddenly saw that the old dog lying on the ground shrugged his ears. He raised his head to listen and stood up again. He did not bark, but heard the owner come back. Then I heard the door shouting outside. It was Fan Mingshan and Yuan Jinsheng who came back. Hu Yuzhen ran to open the door in three steps, took the door and opened the door. She saw that there was one more person behind Fan Mingshan and Yuan Jinsheng. This person he knows is Jin Zhaolong.

Fan Mingshan whispered, "Let's go in and talk about it."

Fan Mingshan went into the inner room and woke up the big men who were still sleeping. They all went to the corner of the alley outside the house.

There is not enough light in the house, and it is even darker at dusk. The four walls are full of bits and pieces of strange things, and the turbid air in the house is the smell of men's sweat and feet. Hu Yuzhen and the four of them just had four benches and sat around the teahouse.

Jin Zhaolong lowered his loud voice and said, "Wuchang Guangfu, the establishment of the Hubei military government. Li Yuanhong and Li Gong served as the governor of Hubei, and the Hubei Revolutionary Army set up three divisions. Wu Zhaolin, Cai Jimin and Li Xiang were the commanders of the first, second and third divisions respectively. At present, the military government has decided to send Marshal Li, the commander of the Third Division, to restore Yangxia. Marshal Li sent me to contact the comrades to respond to the righteous event.

Hearing the success of the Wuchang Revolution, Hu Yuzhen's hand holding the tea bowl trembled slightly with excitement. Fan Mingshan and Yuan Jinsheng heard Jin Zhaolong for the second time, and they couldn't help being excited. They took a big breath of the turbid air in the room, and there was no shout of excitement. Wuchang succeeded, and the first shot of the revolution was fired. Ruicheng and Zhang Biao had no resistance and ran away with their tails between their legs. This clan, who has oppressed Han compatriots for more than 260 years, has reached the sunset in Xishan and can no longer suppress the rise of the Chinese nation. This decadent dynasty, which has lost power and humiliated the country to the extreme, has only a dying struggle, and there is no chance to measure our Chinese financial and material resources to make the favor of foreigners. The old woman who would rather be a foreigner than a domestic slave, and a certain emperor who wanted to turn all the Han people into domestic slaves could not be peaceful under the nine springs.

Fan Mingshan patted the table and said, "It's my Han compatriots. They should all get up and fight against the Qing Dynasty. This corrupt Qing government, which lost power and humiliated the country, has been rotten to the root."

Hu Yuzhen rolled up a cigarette, smoked two mouthfuls, calmed down a little, and then said, "How do you want us to cooperate?"

Jin Zhaolong drank a bowl of tea in one breath and wiped his sleeves at the corners of his mouth. The commander-in-chief was divided into two regiments, divided into Hanyang and Hankou. After dark, go to the Yangtze River. You go back to Hanyang to call comrades to respond. The time is set at 8 p.m. and attack with Li Xiping inside and outside. I'm afraid it's okay.

Hu Yuzhen quickly got up and said, "It's almost dark. Time is running out. I'm going back to Hanyang now. However, even if the time is in a hurry, we can respond in a timely manner. In the past two days, we have found that the situation is not right, and we have been prepared secretly.

After saying that, Hu Yuzhen strung out of the courtyard and ran back all the way.

Jin Zhaolong looked at Hu Yuzhen's back disappearing outside the door, and then said, "We organized the brothers of the old society to pick up the 32nd Regiment of the Hubei Revolutionary Army to cross the river at eight o'clock at Liujia Temple."

Li Xiang stood on the gate building of Wenchang Gate, with Zeng Gao and Li Xiping standing behind him. Under the sunset, the figure of the three of them pulled the elder. The smoke in Wuchang City is already curling, and it seems to be a peaceful scene in the world. Li wants to look at the rolling Yangtze River in the east. How many things have gone through the ages, and how many heroes have been washed away? In ancient times, heroes have passed away. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves forward, and a new generation beats the old. Count the romantic figures, and look at today!

Zeng Gao and Li Xiping looked at Li Xiang from behind, and their thin backs were surrounded by a faint halo. It was his small man who shouldered the burden of the revolutionary pioneers. He always dares to put others first, he is always full of confidence, and he seems to be able to predict the future.

Seven or eight thousand horses gathered in front of the city gate. The neat cyan military uniforms and neat squares were presented in front of Li Xiang. The integrated scale effect shocked Li Xiang's little head. The military parade in front of the Tiananmen Tower was this feeling.

The revolutionary army standing proudly in front of Li Xiang, forming a giant like steel, even the rolling Yangtze River behind them can't be defeated. They can't stand the slavery of the Qing Dynasty. They don't want to be the lackeys of the Qing Dynasty. They are not ashamed of the Qing Dynasty's charm to the foreigners. They hate the Qing Dynasty, which is abusing the country. They can't stand it anymore. They want to overthrow this decadent Dynasty. They gathered together to fight side by side and were like-minded comrades. They are fighting for China's national independence, they are fighting for the life of the Qing Dynasty, and they are fighting for the ideals in their hearts.

Seeing the passionate emotions of the soldiers, Li Xiang also knew that there was no need for him to say anything more, and all the soldiers were mentally prepared. Even if Li wants to say something, only the people in the front row can hear him without the amplification equipment. Li wanted to raise his right hand with his clenched fist and shouted, "Exorcise the Tahrats and restore China!"

With this shout, Li wanted to hold back the anger of Dantian and roared out, and the rumble of the Yangtze River spread far away. Even if the soldiers at the end couldn't hear it, they knew that it was this slogan just by looking at Li Xiang's gesture.

"Exercise the tachment and restore China!"

The shouts of the mountain tsunami followed, and the sound was rolling, and the waves were higher than the other, until the rumble of the Yangtze River.

The vast water surface of the Yangtze River is boundless, and the strong wind driven by the river flow makes the iron-blooded 18-star flag hunt. The red sun sank down the western mountains, put away the golden and beautiful aura, and the western sky slowly dimmed like a burning cloud. Li wanted to turned his head and said, "You are ready to cross the river."

Zeng Gao and Li Xiping said loudly that they walked down the tower and took their subordinates to the ferry.

Li Xiang still stood on the top, watching the night fall and the lights rise. He clearly knew that a tragic war in history was about to come to the opposite side, and the blood of the revolutionary army had dyed the Han River and the Yangtze River red. Revolution requires bloodshed and sacrifice, but Li Xiang stubbornly believes that revolution is to revolutionize the enemy's life and shed the enemy's blood.

Li Xiang is preparing for the Yangxia War. He wants to turn this place into Stalingrad, turn it into a battlefield meat mixer, drag the counterattack of Beiyang, and blow up every drop of Feng Guozhang's legion.

There is a century-old sycamore tree in the yard of the Tang family's mansion. The dense branches stretch out and cover the whole yard. The autumn wind was blowing, and the last few sycamore leaves left in the treetops struggled for a while, and their hearts fell unwillingly, falling layer after layer on the ground. The maid at home wanted to sweep away the sycamore leaves in the garden, but Miss Tang didn't allow it. She didn't quite understand why the ancients were sad, and she recited so many famous sad autumn sentences recited through the ages. She wants to leave the autumn leaves all over the garden and slowly experience the loneliness of the ancients.

At dusk, the autumn wind is cold, and the autumn is strong. Tang Yue walked in a style, elegant and graceful. At every step, the sound of sand is as lonely as autumn. At this moment, Tang Yuewan walked on the sycamore autumn leaves that he had walked hundreds of times, but an unprecedented taste appeared in his heart. Is this autumn? She walked up to the gazebo and said slowly, "The teenager doesn't know how to feel sad and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about new words. Now that I know the feeling of sadness, I still want to talk about it. I want to say that it's still a rest, but it's a cold autumn.

Loneliness is not autumn, but the heart.

Tang Hualong did not return to Tangfu until dark, and the two big red lanterns hanging in front of Tangfu had been lit. Tang Hualong walks like the wind, which is full of complacency. As soon as I entered the house, I received a letter from his wife. It's okay if Tang Hualong doesn't look at it. When he sees it, he is proud and disappears clean.

Tang Hualong had not had time to read the content. He only looked at his daughter's familiar thin gold body on the envelope and knew that something was going to happen. Opening the envelope, as expected, she ran away from home to do the revolution.

Tang Hualong was so angry that his wife cried and became even more annoyed. What are you crying about! What are you worried about? It's not that she hasn't gone out."

"She has a daughter's family. How dangerous this world is." Her wife wiped her tears and sobbed.

Tang Hualong frowned and said with angry eyes, "She can't run far. I will let the revolutionary party pay attention to it. It's really time to get married early to save trouble.

After listening to Tang Hualong's words, his wife came to God and immediately said, "I pay attention to this. Mr. Zhang is not bad. It is said that other people have good character, learn well, have a good appearance, and are also official eunuchs, which is the best match for our family. If you agree, I'll go to my third aunt and ask her to make a thread.

Tang Hualong's wife nagging, and Tang Hualong's anger doesn't come in a place. You are excited when it comes to this. At least I am also a new person who has flowed through the ocean. If I arranged a marriage for Yue Wan and spread it out, my old face will still be put there.

Her wife whispered, "You and I are not the orders of our parents. I haven't seen anyone laugh at you for decades. Without the fate of parents, the media continues to say that it is just elopement, which is a joke.

Tang Hualong poked his wife and scolded, "You know nothing! You can't even look at a daughter. What's the use of you!"

His wife raised her handkerchief and opened Tang Hualong's hand, "My daughter is more useful than you. The revolutionary party came to tear down the door of the house, and you didn't even dare to fart. Your daughter was rudely hugged and hugged by that ruffian, and you still don't even dare to fart.