Yao Yao, I once drank the long wind alone, and I once frosted fourteen continents with one sword. I have walked through the barren mountains and Gobi deserts, conquered Hexi three times, and made sure that no one died in Monan. The scenery I miss the most is the Begonia flower wine in the south of the city, the galaxy with scattered graves, the roasted fish in Orange Island, the simple meals in Maizi City, and of course the days when we went to Mobei to fight against the Southern Barbarians, but you were already General Sheng at that time. Qin San loves Sheng Chuxiao, but Xiaohe only loves Yaoyao.
Xiaohe, some people's heads are as white as new, while others are as old as ever. However, no matter how many years pass, the rotten wood will never see spring again. If we are rivals after all, how can we still have a chance to be friends? If you say goodbye too late, your morning and evening will eventually be defeated by the sea of stars, and the years will become a monument. Acquaintance is counted in the lottery. I hope that your time will pass and your years will become a book, so that your deep love will not be let down from now on. By the way, it's cold in spring, so remember to put on some clothes and wish you well. ——Sheng Chuxiao (Yao Yao)
Intention: The political world is turbulent, people in the world are sinister, and you are the country I want to protect.