When I was a child, I watched too much anti-Japanese TV. I often imagined that one day I would be captured by the Japanese. They would seduce me with money and beauty, and promised me that as long as I followed them, I would be able to eat well and drink spicy food every day. If I didn't agree, they would beat me with whips and even brand my chest with a branding iron. I was afraid that their whips would be inaccurate. If they hit me in the face, I would be ruined. Therefore, just before they cracked the whip, I would say hypocritically: "Imperial Army, I will follow you from now on!" Then the Japanese would pat me on the shoulder and say: "Yo Xi, yo west, your great good citizen!"
Intention: Once upon a time, it was difficult to change the sea