After my father did not return from the corvee, my grandma kicked my mother, brother and I out of the house and gave us only a dilapidated thatched hut. In order to make a living, my mother went to the mountains to dig wild vegetables but was bullied by the villagers. My foolish brother rushed out to save my mother, but was thrown into the cold river and drowned by the scoundrels. After my mother and I were in grief, At the critical moment, my father came back. We had just seen hope in our lives, but natural and man-made disasters came one after another. Floods, snow disasters, droughts and wars came one after another. After struggling in purgatory for three years, my parents and I died on the road to escape without any bones left. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn and returned to the day when the news of my father's death was first heard.
Rebirth of a family of soft persimmons