The first spring of the 1960s. Spring thunder roars, red plum blossoms bloom, and waves surge. Red flags flutter as the great Communist Party of China issues a sacred call: "March toward the technological revolution!" The heroic sons and daughters of the motherland, hailing from all directions, advance with overwhelming momentum. Steelworkers, foundry workers, and textile workers weave rainbows, rivaling Wu Song, Huang Zhong, Mu Guiying, and young Luo Cheng. They reach out to hold the sun and moon, stride forth to tame dragons. The entire nation joins hands, all rising in revolution, uprooting poverty and backwardness, consigning heavy manual labor to the museum of history. They equip machines with the golden wings of automation, propelling our motherland to soar along the path of construction. In parks, on trams, in bookstores, and along the streets—everywhere, minds are at work, blueprints are being drawn. Day by day, innovations emerge, captivating men and women, old and young. Small factories create massive machines, discarding outdated rules and conventions. Ants gnaw through giant bones, self-reliance and indigenous methods take the lead.