Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has its time.
A poisonous snake flew in the fog and was finally covered with dust.
The old horse lurks, aiming at a thousand miles.
The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
Surplus and contraction periods are not just in the sky.
Blessings that nourish grace can last forever.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.