On the run-down street, a young man climbed under the crotch of the man who looked ferocious with a twisted smile in front of a group of onlookers. It's you, the Han Xin who will win the battle and attack with millions of troops in the future. It is you. The humiliation of your legs did not reduce your will to survive, but strengthened your fighting spirit and left a mark on the long scroll of history. What inspired your fighting spirit and what made you brave. Didn't past humiliation ruin you? You can't answer me. But your records, your achievements, whine in the wind. Oh! It's the face that makes you brilliant!

In the dead of night, beside the ever-burning lamp, a weak figure is recording the vicissitudes of history. It's you, Sima Qian. Generations of monarchies have been eating into each other. Castration makes you lose the dignity of a gentleman, so that every time you think about it, you will be sweating like a pig, and your heart will be cold. But you survived, you stubbornly resisted humiliation, and with your brilliant pen, you wrote Historical Records, a masterpiece of historians, and a blank poem Li Sao. Your oath "You can change the past and present and become a family statement when you study heaven and man" can be realized. The historical sky has a long history because of your star. Death is only a moment, but living needs to be supported by the strength of a lifetime. You survived and made great achievements. Emperor Xian of Han took away your face as a human being, but you drew the arc of your life with perseverance. I earned myself the dignity to live. It's your face that makes you great.