Translated by: Ermat

In a live broadcast a few days ago, Mr. Guo Wengui released a few precious old photos. Mr. Guo was exactly seven years old in 1977. One of the most precious photos is a photo of him with his deceased eighth brother and niece. In addition, there are two other photos of people of the same age. It was a record of an era, moreover, a microcosm of an era, recording the tragic fate of all Chinese people at that time.

I was also born in Jilin, Northeast China, the same age as Mr. Guo. Facing these old photos, I have a deeper experience and feeling. His old photos immediately brought my memory back to the past, to more than 40 years ago. Fromthe photos, we can see that it was cold and snowy, and a few children in rags. They were running wild in the wilderness, which was accidentally recorded in the photos. In the photo, Mr. Guo  has a maturity that does not match his age. His eyes are thoughtful, not like a seven-year-old boy, more like a 14 or 15-year-old boy. The eighth brother and his niece are still young. What contrasts sharply with the seventh brother is the boy’s cheerful and carefree look in the separate photo. Mr. Guo grew up as a child king, showing leadership qualities.

The children in the photo are not wearing ear protection or gloves in the harsh winter of over 30 degrees below zero. I can imagine their chapped hands, frostbitten ears, and old cotton clothes that don’t fit. And then every day they run wildly around the mountains on their homemade skateboards, just to keep warm, just to find food to fill their stomachs. This is a portrait of the life of the so-called “New China”. It is so clear and so real. In winter, his mother had to collect wood and straw in the snow to burn for food and warmth. At that time, many homes were as cold as ice cellars and there was no coal. He used to stand on the hill and look at his family’s pipe, and if there was no smoke, he knew there was nothing to eat, and he often couldn’t eat for two or three days. Since he was a child, his greatest fear was that his mother would be overwhelmed by the burden of life and commit suicide, leaving his brothers behind. Every time he came home from the mountains, the first thing he did was to lie on his back and look down at the family’s well to see if his mother was in it.

The death of Yang Cailan touched him deeply. His mother was the former Yang Cailan because he felt the same way. But how many such mothers are left in China? Seventy years after the founding of the Chinese Communist Party, there are still millions of Yang Cailan living in extreme poverty. And the CCP’s lies are everywhere. The CCP is already the second largest economy in the world, and is spreading money everywhere in the world. Yet others have killed themselves and their children because they were denied for a few hundred dollars of low income.

Mr. Guo said he grew up catching snakes, trapping foxes, and setting fire to mountains. There were fifteen people who followed him, and only three or four of them survived. Can you say that this is not a microcosm of the underclass people in China under the Chinese Communist Party?

The hardships of life sharpened his iron will. The mountains endowed him with a free and unrestrained personality. He was gifted with supreme intelligence and wisdom. He is intelligent, energetic, and always has endless questions about why? Other children are looking for food to live, but he is growing and improving through the practice of life. He grew up without all those rules and regulations. His intelligence and emotional intelligence are so high that no child or adult would dislike him. He interacts with adults with ease. Adults see unlimited future and possibilities in him. His peers recognized him as a leader. These destined him to be the beginning of a legend from his childhood.

As a child, he never lost the goodness and justice in his heart. This came from his mother’s education. His mother was a devout Buddhist. Although she could not read or write, could not speak beautiful language, and could not preach profound philosophies, she believed in karma, in good karma, and in the reincarnation of heaven. When she borrows a bowl of rice from her neighbor, she must return it with a bowl full of rice. When it is windy and raining, if both her own house and her neighbor’s thatched roof leaks inside, she must ask her son to help her neighbor first, and then her own house. This is a kindness of the simplest kind. Mr. Guo learned gratitude, sharing, and commitment from her. Mr. Guo’s father was an honest man. While tending the fish pond, he was beaten by a village bully and broke his leg. Several of his brothers got into an argument with the gang and were cut hundreds of times and almost died. This incident traumatized him indelibly and taught him from a young age that there is no justice in this society. He was only seven or eight years old at the time. This is also the reason why he was unusually precocious.

When his mother led him over the mountain to the village hospital to visit his brothers, there was blood everywhere in the corridor. His mother’s desperate, helpless cries planted the seeds of hatred for the powerful in his young heart. This may be the main reason why he trained hard on his legs and fought in his hometown. He took justice and peace as his mission, and gathered a dozen young friends around him. His eight brothers naturally became his followers, admirers. Mr. Guo became the leading brother of the group, just as he became the leading brother of the New Federal State of China. If his life had followed this trajectory, at best, he would have become a triad boss like Qiao Si.

However, after 1989 Tiananmen Square protests and massacre, the twenty-one months of detention and torture in the Qingfeng Detention Center brought him back to life. The tragic death of his eighth brother awakened Guo’s determination and he was willing to take revenge! The elimination of the Chinese Communist Party is a necessity of justice. From then on, Mr. Guo began his legendary life, fulfilling his mission to overthrow the evil rule of the Chinese Communist Party and save millions of Yang Qilan!

Some fellow fighters compared the current photo of Brother Seven with an old photo from more than 40 years ago. They found that at this time, Brother Seven’s temples were frosted, but his eyes were clear and bright, with a childlike, innocent smile, contrasting with his grave expression and thoughtful eyes when he was seven years old. Is this what people call a return to the basics?