Not good at words, he composed a poem to express his feelings:
On a good day and a quiet night, my heart is pure, and I fall in love with flowers and hate being pregnant. It is known that Feihong has no regrets and counts his youth on the branches. Listening to the wind, you can already see the feathers spreading their wings, Jing Ke swaying and holding the clouds together. I will follow you on horseback in the Ming Dynasty, and I will meet you again in the next life with a smiling face.
