静静地,随着那一幅幅用浓情编织成的画面,我在寻觅,寻觅着您——一位“百岁老人”所走的路。望着当年私塾老师的重孙讲述那段往事,我仿佛看见了一个年幼的小男孩用坚定的语气宣告“我要为中华之崛起而读书”时的神情。我仿佛听到了一位踌躇满志的青年远渡法国时的豪言壮语。一百年了,忘不了您。忘不了您的早慧和那颗报国忧民的赤诚之心…… Quietly, with the footage weaved with thick emotions, I was searching for you, the path taken by a “hundred-year-old man.” Looking at the past when the great-grandson of the private school teacher recounted the past, I seemed to have seen the look of a young boy who declared “I want to read for the rise of China” with a firm tone. I seem to hear the rhetoric of a proud young man who crossed over to France. One hundred years, I can’t forget you. You can’t forget your early wisdom and the sincere heart of the country’s citizens...