My only daughter, Hedy Lee, was born on September 22, 1964 in New York, USA.Her birth was accidental, because when Shang Qin went to the United States, the situation was already broken up. Unexpectedly, not long after he left, he called to say that he had a child. Just like that, Li Wensheng was in the United States, and I became an American father by accident. Li Wen returned to Taiwan when he was two years old. At that time, I was in a bad situation. I went in and out of the police headquarters, and there was little peace.Later, I moved to the house of Sangu (my third sister) and Liugu (my elder sister) in Taipei, and Grandma in Taichung (my mother, Li Wen’s grandmother, was always called grandma because she was called with her sisters’ children) .When I was under house arrest in Taipei by the Kuomintang government in 1970, Li Wen lived with my grandmother in Taichung.I was imprisoned by the Kuomintang government in 1971. During my five years and eight months in prison, Li Wen went to the United States with my grandmother and stayed with my fourth aunt (my fourth sister) and others. Later, I couldn't live anymore and returned to Taiwan.After I was released from prison in the winter of 1976, Li Wencai officially lived with me.In other words, the time Li Wen lived with me before he was twelve years old was less than a week.In the spring of 1979, Li Wen went to the United States again, and he is still a U.S. citizen until now.

My biggest debt to Li Wen is that I have been in trouble all my life, which prevented her from living with me and educating her well; my greatest kindness to Li Wen is that I have always been firm and clear, so that she can go to American schools and not study the Three People's Principles, and not accept the Kuomintang. pollution of education.When I was in prison, I wrote many letters to Li Wen, and this book was the main part of them. Of the eighty letters, there are only seventy-four in the catalogue, because one, two, three six, four three, six five, and six six all received two letters with similar themes.They were written between January 24, 1973 and November 1, 1975.For the past two years, I lived alone in the eighth room of the Jingmei Judicial Department Detention Center. I sat in the prison relatively quietly, because I sat for a long time and accumulated a lot of reference books. In order to "stabilize the prison situation", he gave me, a special-class prisoner, a lot of preferential treatment in terms of importing books and periodicals; he also gave me, a special-class prisoner, some convenience in terms of the number of words and inspection of letters sent, although it was due to responsibility. , but between going in and out, he is neither doing political work like other counselors, so I should thank him after all.

In my letters, in order to add interest and understanding, I try to use illustrations, which are all cut from books.There were no scissors or blades in the prison, so I pulled out the steel pieces from the broken leather shoes and sharpened them on the concrete platform to cut them, just like blades.Major Feng Yinru once wondered why I could cut the pictures so neatly. I said I have great powers, but he didn't ask any more.Looking back on these past events of writing letters, it really seems like yesterday. When Lei Zhen was released from prison, he told me that all the words he wrote in prison were stolen by the counselor on the eve of his release. This painful impression made me know that I could not write freely in prison; Sergeant Wang Hongli also made gestures with me: He took a pen and made a writing gesture; then he put the pen down and shook his hand again and again. ... I know that if I write it, it will be in vain, and I will bring it out.So in five years and eight months, I read a lot of books and wrote very little. I wrote a little with my heart. Now that I think about it, these interesting letters are the main ones.It is not without commemorative significance to collect them into a book now.

At the end of this article, I think of the Indian revolutionary Nehru.When Nehru was a political prisoner, he wrote a concise history of the world for his only daughter, later Mrs. Gandhi, which was "Glimpses of World History" printed in 1942; Wrote many letters, namely "Letters from a Father to His Daughter" printed in 1945.Since the freedom of speech in the UK is relatively wide, even sending books in prison is very pleasant.In contrast, in the prison of the Kuomintang, everything is out of order.This book can be regarded as some exceptions in the unstructured pattern. ——Those who feel the love of father and daughter and the book of sorrow in the world will laugh and laugh at the gentleness.

November 14, 1987