My temples are frosted with age, and my hair is white. There's nowhere to express the profound sadness I feel. As a child, I was unable to repay the grace of having been raised with such love and care. Scenes from my childhood flood back, making me realize how unworthy I am of my parents' devotion.,The sky is blue, the wind is light, the trees are green and the flowers are bright. The birds sing sweetly.,Looking out at the rain curtain, it swirled and remained motionless.。