Sun Ce (175–200),courtesy name Bofu, was a military general and warlord who lived in the late Eastern Han dynasty. He was the eldest child of Sun Jian, who was killed during the Battle of Xiangyang when Sun Ce was only 16. Sun Ce then broke away from his father's overlord, Yuan Shu, and headed to southeastern China to establish his own power base there. With the help of several people, such as Zhang Zhao and Zhou Yu, Sun Ce managed to lay down the foundation of the state of Eastern Wu during the Three Kingdoms period.
In 200, when the warlord Cao Cao was at war with his rival Yuan Shao in the Battle of Guandu, Sun Ce was rumored to be planning an attack on Cao Cao's capital city of Xuchang. However, he was assassinated before he could carry out the plan. Sun Ce was posthumously honored as "Prince Huan of Changsha" (長沙桓王) by his younger brother Sun Quan when the latter became the first emperor of Eastern Wu.
Chen Shou's Records of the Three Kingdoms (Sanguozhi) describes Sun Ce as a handsome man who was full of laughter. He was also a generous and receptive man who employed people according to their abilities. As such, his subjects were willing to risk their lives for him. One detractor named Xu Gong, in a letter to Emperor Xian, likened Sun Ce to Xiang Yu, the warrior-king who overthrew the Qin dynasty. As a result, Sun Ce was also referred to as the "Little Conqueror" in popular culture.
Two rocks, a hammer
and some chains to
tie my hands
Two boots, the dirt, some food
some land to
dig it in
I cut the wood
tear down
build up for
moving in
A hole, the mud, a pipe
look out I'm
getting in
Wash your hands and clean the floor
Get some money for the store
Move the papers on your desk
Breathe some air into your head
Pop the bubble
concrete feet will
hold you here
Fall in the lake
then go fishing
Little Bear
Rest your bones
upon the seashore
Salt tears
I'll trade
this lucky key
the next time
you are near
Stop that buzzing over there
Stretch your bones and wash your hair
Change your strings
Dust your wings
Sing a song
Sharpen your sting
There's a baby in the bucket
of my eye
Plastic dolls holding Mary
will be enough
There are mermaids
they can't follow
on the shore
There are hermits
wet from swimming
drying off
Call the plastic wooden doves
Give them wings and they'll fly off
Lucky ones will get away
Smoking signals