Poetry that people will change over time.

Natural aging: you can't see how the water of the Yellow River left heaven and entered the ocean, never to return, how lovely it was locked in a bright mirror in a high room, although it was silky black in the morning and turned into snow at night.

World fashion:

Bitches protect themselves. Being together always makes me complain. Qi has a shore and discipline has a plate. The banquet in General's Corner was talking and laughing, swearing and not thinking about the opposite side. Instead of thinking about it, it's already embarrassing.

Peacocks fly southeast. The official said to the bride, "He Qing will move high! The rock is thick and can die for a thousand years; Puwei sewed for a while, and then it was overnight. Green wins the sky, I go to the grave alone! "