Heroes of the Republic of China Shed Blood on Shanghai Beach

Fifteen-year-old Lin Yichen half-knelt under the ginkgo tree, carefully using tortoiseshell pieces to tap out the veins of the gold leaves. The autumn wind blew the rice paper and made a rustling sound. My sister, Lin Wan'er, was holding the railing and counting the veins of the leaves. Her childish voice sounded far and near: "Ninety-seven, ninety-eight... Brother! This piece will definitely break the 100 mark!"