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.,Death is both an end and a new beginning. Flowers bloom and wither, cycling through endless renewal. All beings can only let go of attachments and accept the natural flow of things.,By the stream, a four-meter long white snake slithered through the grass. Its whiteness was like jade, its scales smooth and delicate. Its body was flexible and boneless, graceful and lively.。