除夕之夜,一位老人伫立于窗前。他满眼哀伤,仰望着深蓝色的天空,那儿,星星如清澈平静的湖面上的朵朵白莲在漂移着;后来,他将目光投向地面,几个比他更加绝望的人正在走向人生的终点——坟墓。在通往人生终点的道路上,他已走过了60多个驿站,除了过失和悔恨,他一无所获。现在,他健康欠佳,精神空虚,心情忧郁,缺少晚年应有的舒适和安逸。 New Year’s Eve, an old man stands in front of the window. He looked sad and looked up at the deep blue sky, where the white, blossoming stars of the stars, such as the clear and tranquil lake, were drifting; and later, he cast his gaze on the ground, and several despair more desperately toward the end of his life - -grave. On the way to the end of his life, he has traveled more than 60 coaching stations, except for negligence and regret, he found nothing. Now, he is in poor health, mentally depressive and depressed, lacking the comfort and ease his old age deserves.