Youth is gone, and the years are easy to grow old. How can I write a four-line poem?

The bonus fades easily like a man's will, and the water flow is endless like a farmer's sorrow

The young man is old in the world,

The pink beauty has spots on her temples.

Miss doesn’t believe in the photos of water chestnuts,

It’s not like that in front of the colorful building.

The worst thing is that it can’t be kept in the world, the beauty looks at Zhu Chengbi from the mirror to the flower, and from the tree, it fades away in a hurry

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A beautiful spring tree, a passing shuttle