Chapter 31 Preface to "Twenty Self-narrative Poems"

This article was written in Shanghai Chengnan Thatched Cottage in February 1919. It's too late to fall to the ground, and I'm tired of dust.The wood replaces the flower, and there is a moment of gap.Between the pitches, the age is already weak.Looking back on the past, it seems like yesterday morning.There is no reason to be happy, but who is depressed?Yuantuo Haosu, take the trace of the will.The cold lamp in the residence is only like a bean, and there is nothing to carve on the night of success.Words belong to the heart, but how sad.Jiangguan Yuxin, flowers and birds Xuling.In order to trace the former sages, I will increase my shame!Anyone who knows me, I will forgive you.

gengzi first month