Qiao Zhiqiang - 113 years ago

Image Translation: I left the native village well behind me, bade farewell to my father and mother. Now I gaze at distant clouds and mountains, tears forming like pearls. The wandering son longed to be wealthy like Taozhu. Who would have known I would be imprisoned on Island? I beat my breast when I think of China and cry bitterly like Ruan Ji. Our country's wealth is being drained by foreigners, causing us to suffer national humiliations. My fellow countrymen, have foresight, plan to be resolute. And vow to conquer the U.S. and avenge previous wrongs! 

Shi Huiqing - 115 years ago