Seven years old,
The little beggar raised his fist and said, "I'll beat you if you cry again!"
Seventeen years old,
Brother Beggar's eyes were gentle and helpless: Why are you crying again?
Twenty years old,
Brother Beggar raised his hand to wipe the young master's tears and sighed guiltily: It's my fault. I want to be nice to you, but I always make you cry.
A coop of mist and rain let me live my whole life, the clouds and water are unintentionally blurred.
Looking back at the desolate place, the beauty is like a jade sword and a rainbow.