In my lifetime, I\u2019ve had over thirty names. In the United States, people called me Sun Yat-sen; in Japan, most referred to me as Sun Wen. After the Xinhai Revolution, my comrades honored me with the name Sun Zhongshan. At home, my family called me Sun Dixiang\u2014a name steeped in superstition, supposedly because a fortune-teller once predicted that I had the \u201cdestiny of an emperor.\u201d But reality? The truth is, this so-called \u201cemperor\u201d was born into a poor farming family in Guangdong, standing less than five-and-a-half feet tall, and spent his entire life struggling through failures and setbacks in search of a way forward.<\/p>
Some mocked me, giving me the nickname \u201cBig Cannon Sun\u201d\uff08\u5b59\u5927\u70ae<\/span>\uff09. They said the term \u201cbig cannon\u201d meant empty talker, because I led more than a dozen revolutions, almost all of which ended in failure. Indeed, if judged solely by results, their ridicule seemed justified. But what I want to tell you today is that every fall, every failure, gave me a clearer understanding of the root causes of our problems. As a farmer once remarked later on, \u201cThe lessons of failure are more instructive than the experiences of success.\u201d So today, I want to share my story\u2014not to justify anything, but in the hope that it might offer some insight for your own lives.<\/span><\/p>
Sun Yat-Sen (center) with his revolutionary comrades in Singapore, forging alliances and strategies to end imperial rule in China and usher in a new era of democracy.<\/figcaption><\/figure>
Childhood: Barren Land and Shattered Dreams<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>
For generations, my family were farmers, living a hardworking yet monotonous life tilling the land. By the time of my grandfather, Sun Jingxian, we had managed to accumulate 20 mu of land\u2014quite an achievement for a peasant family back then, since most people could only rent land from landlords. But my grandfather wasn\u2019t satisfied. He believed in the power of feng shui. A geomancer told him about a place called Niuyan Longxue, a supposed \u201causpicious burial site\u201d that would bring prosperity to future generations if the family\u2019s ancestors were buried there.<\/p>
When my grandfather heard this, he acted as though he\u2019d struck gold. Fearing someone else might claim the land first, he immediately sold off the 20 mu of farmland we owned and purchased the plot. He moved the remains of our ancestors to this new location, then sat back, contentedly awaiting the promised rise of the Sun family.<\/p>
The harsh realities of rural poverty in late 19th century Qing China, a key factor that inspired calls for reform and revolution.<\/figcaption><\/figure>
But no prosperity came. Instead, poverty quickly descended upon us. Without land to farm, we became tenant farmers, renting fields from landlords to scrape by. Our family, once proud owners of modest farmland, now found itself struggling to survive. To make matters worse, my grandfather\u2019s three sons\u2014including my father\u2014all had to leave home in search of opportunities.<\/p>
Family Struggles: A Legacy of Hardship<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>
My father also had two younger brothers, Sun Xuecheng and Sun Guancheng. Neither of them benefited from the \u201causpicious burial site\u201d either. Both lived in dire circumstances and eventually left home in search of better fortunes. My second uncle, Sun Xuecheng, set sail for California in 1864, lured by tales of gold mines discovered in the Sierra Nevada foothills. However, tragedy struck before he even left Chinese waters\u2014he perished in a shipwreck near Shanghai.<\/p>
Despite the auspicious predictions made at my birth, my arrival brought no relief to our family\u2019s struggles. On the contrary, the growing number of mouths to feed only deepened our hardships. Poverty forced my older brother Sun Mei to drop out of school after just four years of education. At the age of 16, seeing no prospects at home, he resolved to follow in the footsteps of our uncles and try his luck overseas. Together with our uncle, he embarked on a journey to Hawaii.<\/p>
To my superstitious father, this was proof that the decades-long investment in feng shui had finally borne fruit. \u201cOur family will rise,\u201d he declared confidently, convinced that the long-awaited prosperity was within reach.<\/p>
Yet, as I would come to learn throughout my life, true change rarely comes from blind faith or reliance on external forces. It requires action, sacrifice, and an unwavering commitment to ideals\u2014even in the face of repeated failures. This first chapter of my life, marked by struggle and hardship, laid the foundation for the revolutionary path I would later walk. But that journey\u2014one of rebellion, loss, and eventual triumph\u2014is a story for the next part.<\/p>
Stay with me, for the road ahead is long, and the lessons are profound.<\/em><\/p>
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