I am not Ximen Qing.

This nation's greatest taboo is the insult to its dignity. It may appear humiliating on the surface, but the blood of emperors flows in its veins, and the nation's spirit and courage remain. Silence is not an acceptance of the fate of slavery; it is a need for the light of the sun.

The students' clear reading voices sound like Beethoven shouting and Mozart playing. The sunshine instills an indomitable will in the children. They are reborn, no longer caring about their parents' humiliation. After class, they can go play on the playground, carefree. It is a miracle in world history.

The changes in Ji'an were immense. Women of the new era were liberated, feeling for the first time that they had the power to control their own destiny. They could work in factories, become teachers, and choose husbands they loved. Women held up half the sky—a feat perhaps only achieved in two other countries: China and the United States. For the first time, women felt they existed under the sun; who the sun was didn't matter. The changes were earth-shattering, and for the first time in human history, prostitution was eradicated.

Mr. God failed to do it, the free West failed to do it, but China succeeded at this historical moment. The establishment of factories required a large number of workers, and the greatest liberation movement in human history began its process—a dedication to society, to the nation, and to the sun that created this beautiful world. However, the Western world failed to understand this redemption, viewing this new world as McCarthy's enemy.

Now, nothing else matters. The blooming sunflowers wave and salute the sun; the golden sea of ​​sunflowers possesses a fervent power. The sunflowers in the fields are filled with golden passion. Van Gogh went mad because of sunflowers. The sunflower's leaves are thick and broad, like elephant ears or lotus leaves. In autumn, when grapes ripen, people like to line the bottom of baskets woven from willow branches and thin vines with sunflower leaves, then add a layer of purple grapes, then another layer of sunflower leaves, so the grapes will fill the basket intact. That was autumn; now it's summer. The hot summer has cleared away all the weeds. The sunflowers' smiling faces prove how content they are. The sunflowers on the black earth sing to the sun in the sky. The daffodil, because of its worship of Apollo, transformed into the exuberant sunflower—this is a myth.

Stepping out of the sunflower field, a vibrant green expanse of soybean pods unfolds. As time passes, they grow increasingly plump, the lush green soybeans brimming with vitality and life. The fertile soil ensures that by autumn, the pods will be full and ripe, ready to be extracted into the most fragrant soybean oil. Everyone eagerly awaits this moment. The arrival of this new world brings exceptionally mild weather and favorable conditions. The Northeast has four distinct seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. The harsh winters eradicate most pests, and the thick snow provides excellent irrigation—a characteristic of the North, where droughts are rarely seen, unlike in Shandong or floods in the South. The fierce autumn winds act as the best insecticide, killing most pests. Northern men are tall and strong; a single harvest ensures a bountiful year. The black color of the soil represents its vigorous reproductive capacity, a unique characteristic of black soil.

The sunflowers form a watershed in the cornfield, their staggered arrangement allowing the corn to grow better. The corn cobs aren't ripe yet, but they're ready to be eaten raw. The corn stalks, cut with a sickle, are full of sweet juice, like sugarcane. For children, peeling off the skin and chewing them is more delicious than sugar water; it tastes like honey water. There are so many ways to fill our stomachs this season, allowing us to temporarily forget the pain of hunger.

"Second Uncle, I'm tired. Why do you keep walking?"

"All of this belongs to us now."

"What? It belongs to us? Are you dreaming?"

"Take a few ears of corn home and eat them green, now you believe me?" Uncle Er forcefully broke off a few ears of corn, and with a sickle, he chopped off a few corn stalks as well, giving them to his nephew. These sweet stalks were sugarcane from the black soil; every summer, the children looked forward to eating them green, as they could eat both boiled corn and sweet stalks. In Northeast China, sugar beets could be boiled into delicious sugar, but eating this kind of sugar was too luxurious and expensive. Landlords would grow sugar beets every year to make sugar, and also plant a few acres of red sorghum, as the red sorghum from Northeast China was the best raw material for brewing wine.

"It's so sweet, Uncle, have one too."

"You can eat it, I don't like sweet things."

"It doesn't feel like a dream anymore; these sunflowers, soybeans, and corn all belong to us now."

"Now you don't have to worry about losing everything. We are the owners of this land now!"

"Second Uncle, I'm going there in a few days..."

"Proposing marriage"

"how do you know?"

"Paper can still cover fire. The girl gave you a set of clothes, so remember you have to live up to her expectations. Her sister is no pushover. But looking at this harvest, you don't have to worry about going hungry."

"Second Uncle, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm just too excited. I still can't believe it's true. So many kids are in school now. I really wanted to enroll you too, but you're too old."

"Second Uncle, it's alright. I can read now, and I'm sure his books won't be too difficult for me when I go to his house."

The uncle was pale, tired, and exhausted, but his spirits were high. Hearing his nephew's confident answer, he felt comforted. He longed for this day, for the arrival of his new bride. At that moment, he would be content even in death. He had no other hope in this life; all his expectations rested on his nephew. The Renaissance was the greatest cultural and spiritual journey of rediscovery in Western history. The revival of humanism required breaking free from the shackles and self-imposed limitations of thought. Sculpture, painting, music, literature, poetry… each art form symbolized the resurrected dignity of humanity. This era was not the Renaissance era, but it possessed its own will. No longer were people whose fates were controlled by others; living with dignity was a universal value pursued by all humankind. In the distance, the March of the Volunteers drifted in, and the red flag slowly rose, fluttering in the sky. A summer breeze blew across the hillside, carrying the fresh scent of crops from the fields. On the school playground, a marching formation ceremony was being rehearsed. There were buglers and drummers. Leading the procession was a girl in a pristine white school uniform, white gloves on her hands, her right hand moving rhythmically to the band's beat. The drummers were all female students in white school uniforms, with bright red scarves around their necks, holding drumsticks in their hands. Their eyes were fixed on the vibrant young women marching at the front of the formation, their short hair and youthful faces glistening with sweat in the sunlight. His hair was thick and bushy, his lips a cherry red, and his expression was slightly stiff from being so engrossed in his work. Suddenly, he made a V-signal with his left hand—he was the commander-in-chief of the honor guard. At that moment, the girls' drummers, the boys' trumpeters, and two female students following behind the female leader were striking the military drums hanging on their chests with drumsticks, producing a loud "boom, boom, boom..." The melodious bugle calls echoed through the sky, valleys, and forests, resonating like the bugle calls of troops leading the march during the European Revolution. Whistles sounded—the teachers' commands from the sidelines, reminding the entire formation to maintain a certain rhythm and pace. Following the band were boys wearing white vests and white trousers, carrying red flags, marching in neat formation. Then came the athletes, all wearing red scarves, who walked to the reviewing stand to be inspected.

The playground was surrounded by cheerleading squads from each class, creating a lively atmosphere. Each squad held a large red flower made of red paper. Whenever a squad passed by, the students would wave their red flowers and shout excitedly:

"A warm welcome! A warm welcome! A warm welcome!"

"Friendship first, competition second"

"Friendship first, competition second"

The resounding drums and bugles, the students' unified shouts, made everything around us feel incredibly welcoming. The 'Song of Youth' was the most penetrating and infectious...