"Poppy Listening to the Rain"
Jiang Jie
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 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.
At the beginning, we were all young.
I pretend to understand you very well, but actually I don't understand you at all.
You are coming back to me after many years.
I just discovered that you never left.
P. S: This article is about washing utensils! Not a cup!
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