192 1 year, he felt that the warlords had been fighting for years, the country had no peace, and the people were in trouble. On April 27th, when he paid homage to the seventy-two martyrs of Huanghuagang in Guangzhou, he wrote three poems to express his feelings.
The hardest thing for a man to do is to die.
Dare to ask, where is the heart of mourning over the years?
The moustache blows the hair rope obliquely, and the dead bones are still visible with the jinding.
I laughed and said that people are too insidious and ghosts should sigh in the grave.
Ten years and nine years of the Republic of China, I was desperate and worried.
You have a long history. I don't want to hang up. You want to hang up in China in the future.