A poem addressed to the sixtieth birthday.

1, when I am old-thoughts on my 60th birthday

Author: Yu? Modern Times

You come quietly, just as I go quietly

Like a yellow leaf,

Drifting with the wind in the afterglow of sunset.

Although you didn't take anything with you,

But it hides the green of next year.

I stood in front of the mirror.

Lament that time keeps devouring young faces,

Ruthless years have carved a full face of wind, frost, snow and rain.

Like a cloud, the temples are dyed with white hair,

Hair turned to snow.

Since it is

Irrevocable,

Let today be the second starting point of life,

May the young blood,

Flowing in this slow heart.

Since it is

The candle of life burns less and less,

Dial again,

Make it more shiny.

Since it is

Silent waves ripple unremarkably,

You should smile at life and get used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

Time may still be in a dream,

Row, shake and drag.

The heavy negative pressure of the years has bent my spine.

The crutch of time, the stumbling steps,

Who is the tracker of this life,

Pull me into the long river of life.

probably

I was lying in a hospital bed,

Maybe say goodbye to you.

After decades of hardships,

There is no need to cry at this moment.

You just pick a cloud,

Pave the way for me to go to the west.

I left quietly,

Just like I came quietly.

Gently brush my skirts,

Don't take away the dirt of the world.

2, 60 years of old coal

Author: Wang Zhigang? Modern Times

My father, he is old.

An old miner

At the age of sixty

retiring age

arrogantly

Point it at me.

His B-stage carbon lung

Said it was the most glorious part.

It has cooperated with the Republic of China.

Synchronous breathing

* * * Destiny

My old father.

Until he

When you stop going down the well

I just found out with guilt.

His hair, already

Excessive graying

Like a pile of coal

Burn to the end

Expose ashes

My old father.

His ashes are getting less and less.

I started counting.

His flower hair

Increasingly rare

Expose one's head

My dear dad

An obedient and practical old miner

From the first day of leisure after retirement

Start accelerating.

Aging, moving towards old age

Only occasionally heard.

About coal mines

His eyes will light up.

It's like a battle

Interesting memory.

3. Step into sixty years old

Author: Guo Xiaohui Hyundai

This kind of life goes by too fast.

Three feet and two feet.

I will be sixty years old.

Boys and girls in those days

Now she has become an old woman like an old house.

Black hair fluttering in the wind like a kite

But like grass in the wilderness.

Squat? Strange and worthless

The moon-like forehead is out of sight.

Leaving only a tidal flat of years.

Rough, muddy yellow? Really old.

However? old

I still want to write a young poem.

Write about our sixties.

And what it looks like in the soul

What's your skeleton like?

And the way they appreciate each other in their eyes.

4. Stand on the threshold of the year of sixty.

Author Bieqinghe Modern

The bud tore its gorgeous coat,

In the spring rain,

Proud to show exuberant vitality;

The chick's beak broke its beautiful eggshell,

In the sky,

Sing the melody of spring freely.

I took off my heavy winter clothes,

Get rid of all the pretenses that bind the soul,

A new life journey,

It was born from the transformation!

Farewell, all mistakes,

Fate reconciled with me.

Farewell, all the auras,

That was a thing of the past.

Standing on the threshold of sixty,

I want to drink to the past smartly.

All right and wrong,

Has passed away;

All the grievances,

Has become fertile soil.

Go back in time,

Sixty years old,

I started another life cycle.

In the past life,

All the challenges and opportunities,

Like a meteor,

Since then,

No more recalling and sighing.

Walk forward with your head held high,

Have you noticed,

Are there any flowers in the sun?

Go back in time,

Sixty years old,

I only listen.

I am another young crow at dawn.

Another round of golden rooster,

The world will become strange and beautiful,

Because I have children's innocent eyes.

Standing on the threshold of sixty,

I will say hello to everyone I meet,

Because of my naive smile,

Will make the sky elegant and fragrant.

I will shake hands with everyone I meet,

No matter in the last round of life journey,

Whether there is grace, whether there is resentment.

I will only give my virginity to my first love,

No matter in the last love story,

Have we ever held hands all our lives?

Experienced the joys and sorrows of a flower,

60 years of life to start again,

I have the calmness that angels should envy.

I have tasted all the joys and sorrows in the world,

I've put

The chains on my body are completely burned.

In the fire,

A new life is like

Nirvana phoenix

Spread your wings in another spring ...

The bud tore the gorgeous coat,

Give birth to a season of vitality;

The chick's beak broke the beautiful eggshell,

Spread your wings and fly in the sky;

I threw the shackles that bound my soul out of the clouds,

The year of the flower,

Another wonderful and beautiful life. ...

5 or 60 years old

Author: Guo Xiaohui Hyundai

sixty

We put all the suffering

All the happiness

Buried in the road yesterday.

Besides, we have no resentment.

There is only a little money left in the pocket.

start from today

Let's live an enlightened life.

Sixty is our only starting line.

sixty

Let's slow down and take our time.

As long as the sky doesn't fall

Go down slowly

Say hello to the morning sun.

Say good night to the moon at night

The rest of the time is completely arranged according to your own mind.