The main idea of this poem is: the mountains, rivers and trees in the three northeastern provinces have become particularly desolate because of the arrival of our Japanese devils. In Fiona Fang, we sinners are full of blood and blood. We sinners have become like animals and can't speak human words. Even my horse is laughing at me. At this moment, I stopped and knelt in the sunset outside Jinzhou to confess our heinous crimes on the land of China!