There is no sun at four o'clock, so why sigh?
Elections are materialized, and fame is precious.
Glory lacks vegetation and happiness, and labor is extremely frosty and sad.
A tree decays from the soil, and it will last forever.
Spring and autumn are fading.
Glory is more of a stalemate.
Sit proudly and admire each other.
Since vegetation is different, glory and withering are the same.
The roots are very long and the stems and leaves are connected.
Those who say that glory means glory, and those who say that they will die will fail again and again.
Winter bears honor to the south, and it is very gentle.
Life experience is not bad, but the honor is more than enough.
Too much glory, too much happiness.
There are three volumes of Qingming Ju Jing and a piano by Mr. Rong Qi.
What's the use of begging when glory passes by?
Glory and love turn into saliva, and truth is set as incense harmony.
Honor the public and have three pleasures, and you still get a villain.
Prosperity and decay move rapidly, and the cold changes with the moment.
I am honored to win the Spring Breeze Award.
I like to throw new brocade accounts, and I like to borrow old red clothes.
The sea is clean and the grass is new, and the glory and decline are not seen.