The Legend of the Wh

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.,Autumn leaves fall, returning to tranquility. Looking back for a moment, clouds drift by in an instant.,The clouds are azure and seem to bring rain. The water is placid and gives rise to mist.。