My name is Shu Hong, not a lady's Shu, but a Shu with grains and chestnuts, and a red Hong. The beetroot is the hope of the people in the difficult years; the blazing red is the light of faith under the flying flag. I, Shu Hong, was once a proletarian revolutionary warrior. Once I traveled to another world, where would my future be?
Purpose: Patriotism, saving the nation, a different world