After I came to the north, he wrote me a letter, which said, "I am in good health, but my arm hurts." It's not convenient to pick up a pen, and the time for me to leave is not far away. " I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of that fat, blue cotton robe and black mandarin jacket.

I am in good health, but my arm hurts badly. It's not convenient for me to write, and my death is not far away. agree