A poem lamenting the ruthlessness of time and realizing that life is not easy.

Cold fog covers the crescent moon, and clouds block the stars.

Willow leaves fly deep in winter and lotus flowers rot in summer.

The beautiful girl became an old woman, and her charming face became withered.

Lost in the beautiful scenery, missed the opportunity to brew bitter gourd.

(the second song)

Ruthless years are like the wind, and I am laughing and laughing.

Flowers bloom for a season, and four cups are full of memories.

Sansheng's contract is difficult to renew, and you have to work for half your life.

Endure Chunhua with the passing water. Xi Yong was appointed as Xi Dong.

(The third song)

Time goes by, the pace is hurried, and the ruthless years are like the wind.

Spring flowers once appeared in the north of Laoshan Mountain, and autumn leaves floated in the east of Dam.

A volume of poetry leads to a thin volume, and the three rivers are weak and heroic.

How to bind Qian Qian's heart and let it spread to the world to solve the difficulties.

(the fourth song)

If you want to move against the wind, you will be alone in the sea.

Time is cruel to old faces, but hatred cannot change childlike innocence.

A burst of rain and two showers, the world is far from worrying about local wealth.

Dead trees are hard to enjoy the cool, and fallen leaves are hard to rejuvenate.

(the fifth song)

A flower in the mirror shows success, and it is not necessary to catch the moon in the sea.

Hatred is like water, and ruthless years are like the wind.

You can't draw the fairy's hand on the notebook, but it's hard to draw the gaunt pupil on the desk.

Want to predict the auspicious events of Yin and Yang, a few dreams worship Duke Zhou.

(the sixth song)

Willow leaves fly deep in winter and lotus flowers rot in summer.

The beautiful girl became an old woman, and her charming face became withered.

(the seventh song)

Holding half a glass of wine in a bar, how can you talk about heroes with swords?

Qian Shan is green in the new year, and the ancient village is full of flowers.

Dreams are as cool as water, and ruthless years are like the wind.

Who sighs that the old days are different?

(the eighth song)

Feel free to go to the West Lake and be Chu Shi's home.

Drunk and hazy, crisp and cold, the heart of the country throbbed and hugged China.

There are grievances in the world through the ages, and the years are ruthless and dusty.

I go to the end of the world one cup at a time.