那是一个除夕之夜,一位老人站在窗前。他悲伤地望着天空,望着深蓝色的天空,繁星像百合花一样漂浮在清澈平静的天空之湖里。他望着地面,却没有几个像他这样绝望的、奔向唯一的终点——坟墓的人。在通往生命终点的旅途中,他已经走过了60个驿站,收获的却只有过失和悔恨。如今他的健康不佳,精神空虚,内心痛苦,晚年的生活并不舒适。 It was a New Year’s Eve night and an old man stood at the window. He looked sadly at the sky and looked at the deep blue sky. The stars floated like lilies in the clear, calm sky of the lake. He looked at the ground, but there were few desperate people like him who ran toward the only destination, the grave. In the journey to the end of his life, he has already passed through 60 stations, but he only reaps rewards and regrets. Today his health is poor, his spirit is empty, his heart is in pain, and his old age is not comfortable.