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.,Wandering through misty mountains and streams, I splash ink to paint landscapes in crimson hues.,Fourth, when facing danger, flee with all your might.。