Poems unwilling to live in seclusion in his later years

1 An old horse crouches, aiming for a thousand miles. The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.

I like singing at night, and the sun shines.

Don't wait to see young people's heads, empty and sad.

Master, I salute you from the bottom of my heart. Your fame has risen to the sky. In the rosy youth, you gave up the importance of hats and chariots and chose pine trees and clouds; Now whitehead.

(Hope to adopt, thank you. )