A Poet Must Learn To Wage War.

Every House Was Festooned With Flowers And With Lanterns. On The National Day, The Whole Country Went Wild With Joy, But On That Very Day, I Was Placed In Chains And Transferred: The Wind Remains Contrary To The Flight Of The Eagle.

To Reap A Return In Ten Years, Plant Trees. To Reap A Return In 100, Cultivate The People.

Military Action Without Politics Is Like A Tree Without A Root.

Although Our Fight Will Be Long And Hard, Our People Are Resolved To Fight Till Final Victory.

But By Reading Them Again And Again Finally I Was Able To Grasp The Essential Part. What Emotion, Enthusiasm, Enlightenment And Confidence They Communicated To Me! I Wept For Joy.