Poetry about watchfulness

1. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone.

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard.

3. The sunset in the lonely village, in Western jackdaw in the west, an old tree with a light smoke, a little shadow of Hong Fei.

Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.

5. There is nothing to say when going to the West Building alone, and the moon is like a hook.