Imagine that seventy years of life are rare, and the time of a hundred years passes by thirty first.

When you are ten years old, you will win money in ten years, and when you are fifty years old, it will be day and night.

Just got it, half of the day, wind and rain follow, rabbits and birds fly.

Thinking carefully, it is not as cheap as being happy.

I am half a hundred years old. Passed by, the ambition was wasted.

The dusk was wasted, and the hair on the temples was dull.

Thinking about how long life can be, sighing at the speed of the sun and the moon.

Separate yourself, and figure out how to do it. What's more, it's so boring. You have to grind the camel and grind the camel.

Time can dilute everything