Bite your fingers and write in blood, dotted with blood and tears. He has not returned in eighteen years, and there is no news at all. Could it be that he has become a heartless man and has forgotten the king of Han Kiln Baochai. I remember when I was upstairs in Cai, I gave you three high-fives for you. Give up the rich and colorful phoenix robe, and worship the flower hall with you in the cold kiln. That day, the red-maned horse soared and joined the army to fight in Xichuan. I cried heartbrokenly when I left my robe, and I cried heartbrokenly when I looked at my husband on the slope. Ten loads of dry firewood and eight buckets of rice can survive the cold kiln from spring to winter. Yuqian, persimmon chaff and purslane have been difficult to swallow for eighteen years. I just say that it is difficult to meet you in this life, but I heard that you are still in the world. If you forget to marry your wife,

don’t hesitate to write a divorce letter. If you remember Baochai Nu, Xue Lang, how can you have the heart to abandon me.