A poem that refuses to accept old age

Appreciation of Peony in Jixiang Temple

People are not ashamed when they are old, but they are ashamed when they are old. Drunk passers-by should laugh.

Although turtles live a long life.

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. The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish grace can last forever. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.

Picking mulberry seeds for Chongyang

Life is easy when you are old, but difficult when you are old. Every year is Chongyang, and now it is Chongyang. Battlefield yellow flowers are particularly fragrant. The annual autumn wind is not as strong as spring. Better than spring, just like Wan Li frost on the vast river.

"Peak wave, second highest, left hidden, make your charm."

In Wan Li, there is a leak in Guizhou, and the house is like a boat all day. It is also the day of Chongyang, drunk, in front of the Shuhe River outside the gate of hell. Don't laugh, the old man is still angry. Look, how many people are there in Huang Ju? Chasing two thanks in the south of the circus, shooting at a gallop, romance is still patting the shoulders of the ancients.