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.,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.,The weather in the mountains changes as quickly as a child's face. In the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered and lightning flashed with thunderclaps.。