In this year's Tomb-Sweeping Day, when Li went to visit his parents' grave, he felt mixed feelings and guilt, lamenting that he could not show off his family and failed to live up to his parents' high hopes. At that time, he wrote such a poem:
There is no shame in moving three times to tutor relatives, and there is no honor and talent in my life.
People's tears and peach blossoms are all blood, and paper money is * * * turned to dust.