Description: The young man was listening to Yuge upstairs, the tent was dimly lit by red candles. A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat. The vast clouds in the river are low and the wild geese are calling in the west wind. Now, listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's hut, there are already stars on his temples. There is always no basis for joys and sorrows, and every step lasts until dawn. The joy and carefreeness of youth, the wandering life of adulthood, and the leisurely understanding of old age, this is life. The rain is a permanent background, a companion that will never leave, and it also knows all the secrets. The secret of life, the secret of time. At the beginning of a new century, I woke up from the rain, feeling satisfied after a long journey. So, I slowly wrote down these experiences.
