Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint.
In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, and will last until dawn before the next step.
This is a person's life, from adolescence to old age.