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 river is vast, the clouds 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. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping from moment to moment until dawn.
————"Poppy Listening to the Rain"
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