Chapter 23 my poor friend

You—the one who was born in the cradle of misery, grew up in the embrace of humiliation, spent his youth in an autocratic and wealthy family, gnawed his own bread while sighing, and drank the turbid bitter water with bitter tears; You—according to the tyrannical laws of human beings, you abandoned your wife and children, and you are a soldier who is called "duty" but is actually "ambition"; You—the poet who has no bosom friend in his native land, no confidant among relatives and friends, who is willing to chew paper and drink ink; You——a prisoner thrown into a dark prison for a mediocre insistence, a mere fault that reformers consider absurd;

You—the poor girl who was born beautiful, made the dudes chase after her, seduced her in every possible way, conquered your poverty with money, made you abandon you after you, made you swallow your hatred and humiliate you; You, my dear weaklings, are victims of human law.You are unfortunate, this misfortune is the arrogance of the strong, the tyranny of the government, and the miserliness of the rich.The result of the selfishness of unscrupulous people. Don't despair, don't be downcast!Through the darkness of this world, through the money, through the clouds, through the ether, through all, there is one power, and that is true justice, true mercy, true sympathy, true fraternity.

You are like flowers that grow in the shade. When the wind blows, you and the seeds will be brought to the sun to live a happy life. You are like bare trees covered by winter snow, and when spring comes, you will be lush and desolate, with luxuriant branches and leaves. Truth will tear tears and bring smiles to our faces. my brethren!I kiss you and I despise those who oppress you.