Sitting in the carriage was Cheng Yunhe. As he left the city's gate, his emotions were suddenly greatly aroused. Immediately, he stuck his head out and looked at the northern gate of the majestic city as it slowly shrunk in his eyes. He thought about his home, where his parents, wife, and children were. For many generations, his family had been people of Great Zhao. He was born in this capital and had grown up here. All in all, he had been living there for more than 40 years.
All of a sudden, he remembered a phrase: 'Born here, grow up here, and die here.'
He smiled bitterly and thought, "Living here does not mean growing up here. Growing up here does not mean dying here!" He seemed to be forcing these thoughts upon himself. He had a hunch that he might not be able to die in this Great Zhao, where he belonged.
A great man leaves his life behind on the battlefield; who would care about where he would be buried?
He could not help but recite these verses:
