Chapter 118 Ode to Li (excerpt)

The essence of all true heroism is selflessness.Its highest expression is self-sacrifice.The world doesn't trust self-important heroes.But when our acknowledged true hero arrives, oh, the people will run up to him with joy and joy, with great excitement.How shall we welcome with adoration the strong, the honest, the fearless, and the upright, the noblest work of God?And Robert Lee is such a hero given to us and all mankind by God, even though we have seen him lead the Union Army to fight bloody battles to decline, and tasted the tragic taste with his people; Aloft declares this calamity of his own making; in the crisis of war issues command with the art of leadership; walks under the majesty of the conqueror without complaint; rejects riches and leads his young country to duty —He was, as always, humble, generous, and full of self-sacrifice.Here, the countrymen watched his every action, and he displayed qualities more worthy and more heroic than those violent conflicts staged in the magnificent amphitheatre.In the calm hour of domestic duties, in the endless task, day after day, he lives but one noble life, he leads his feeble army on the march, sleeps at night and is about to be bloodied the next day On the fields that were soaked again.Now he has left us forever.Was this all he had left—a handful of loess beneath the marble?No, the years reproduced the past and answered.There lay the remains of kings and their fortunes, their hands raised as their only trophies.The names of those who, filled with love and awe of God, and filled with love for their fellow man, became fearless in their work for the people.No, the answer now does not stand before his tombstone.No, when the morning breeze caressed his radiant brows, his soul drank the sweet inspiration from Lee's touching experience.No, as far as I can tell, the answer is an echo in the sky, echoing words of love and affection, speaking to the winking stars.

Although he is dead, we can communicate with his soul with loyal love, so that our memory becomes sacred, our hope is pure, and our will is stronger.Come, children, you are so innocent; Come, women, you are so pure; Come, young men, you are so youthful; Come, old men, you are so full of mature wisdom ;Come, citizens; come, soldiers, let us sprinkle his tomb with roses and lilies of June, for like these flowers he radiated his natural fragrance all his life.His grave has elevated his life and given us all access to such a life.Let us place before his grave the oak of strength and the laurel of glory, and let those gunshots he knew well awaken the response of the mountains, and nature gladly sings his requiem.Come, this is his resting place.Today, beside this beautiful stream, on the grassy bank, we have erected a monument.

I only hope that the heroes will have great achievements and will never be forgotten for generations to come...