The young man listens to Yuge upstairs, and the red candle dims the tent.The middle-aged man listens to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken wild goose is called the west wind. Now listening to the rain under the monk's hut, there are already stars on the temples.The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and the first step will last till dawn. ——Jiang Jie "Poppy Listening to the Rain"