I almost drowned when I took a bath secretly. My father hung me up and scratched the soles of my feet with chicken feathers. When I was laughing and begging for mercy, I heard the sound of horse hooves outside the courtyard - someone asked to see him: "County magistrate, there is a man floating by the river. He is still alive." I wrapped myself in a quilt and followed him out. The young man covered in blood opened his eyes: "My name is Zhao Zilong, from Changshan. The pursuers are behind me." The soles of my feet were still itching, so I turned to look at my father: "Dad, this is harder than my life."
Just copy it without changing the name.