The wind in Saibei is still whistling and blowing, and the wind blows on the face like a knife. But I can't move, not that I don't know the pain, and as a guard, I can't move at the national border. I want to hold my post and hold my ground. I am homesick, too. I miss the land of fish and rice thousands of miles away, my elderly parents at home and my wife's hungry children. How much I miss it. I can only relive it again and again in my dreams. When the rooster sings the sky, I will pull back my long-lost thoughts and rearrange my uniform.

There is a saying in an ancient poem: "If you want to drink pipa, you must be urged immediately." Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times. "I don't want to fight. Not afraid of death, but afraid of endless war burning to my hometown. I don't want to go to war I'm afraid the faces of the villagers who are eager for their children to return are full of sadness. I am willing to do my best to protect this territory in my lifetime. Although you can't be filial at home, you can't have both loyalty and filial piety since ancient times. Since I chose the military uniform, I made it clear that I couldn't go home in my lifetime, but I asked my parents to be loyal to my country. If there is an afterlife, I will be filial to my parents and support them all my life.