The Fragrance Is Gone

I have always thought about ancient times, and recently this feeling has become stronger and stronger. In my sleep, I always think of ancient streets, ancient people, ancient... So I wrote this article, I hope you all like it. Thank you! *************************** Here, I don't know why, but I thought of a poem: A young man listens to Yuge upstairs, and the tent is dimly lit by red candles. A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese cry out 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, every step of the way, every moment until dawn. ??