On the seventieth birthday of Cixi's mother, she didn't have time to attend her birthday, so she asked the courtiers to send her a lot of things, and also wrote a calligraphy by herself, framed it and sent it away. This calligraphy was preserved for several generations and was finally destroyed during the Cultural Revolution. That's a poem written by Cixi to her mother: Parents are the truest in the world,
Tears and blood dissolved into children.
Exhausting a person's heart will eventually become a child.
Poverty inherits the wind! So cherish the wind is the last sentence.