Time flies like a fleeting horse, and the affairs of the world are as ephemeral as clouds.
The General, returning victoriously to his homeland, finds only desolation.
Returning to his old home, the house is damaged and has been uninhabited for a long time.
He searched for a long time in the house, wiping away the thick dust on the wooden table, and saw the words his daughter had carved into it.
When his daughter was three, she began her education. He taught her to recognize words, but after only a year, he went to serve in the army. The words she knew were few, and the carvings were crooked, missing strokes, but as her father, he still understood them.
Hunger, leave, city, live.
With just a few words, he roughly guessed what had happened.
He went to the farmland and found all the fields severely cracked.
Famine struck; to survive, the family had to leave, becoming refugees, hoping to make a living in the city.
He mounted his steed and galloped towards the next city.
