2. Ancient poems of bumpy life: Life is also heroic and limited, and the name of bumpy is not published in the literary world.
3. Rough life ancient poems: What's the use of rough life? It's a fishing rod in the lake and sea.
4. The ancient poems of bumpy life: the ancient sages are bumpy, and the Tao is contrary to the world.
5. An ancient poem with a rough life: It's too late to mend, how can you be sad and bumpy.
6. After several ups and downs, I increased my friendship, so I decided that Yunlong was broken.
7. Today is a bumpy day, which makes my son very fashionable.
8. Jun is also bumpy at night, and there is resentment of abandoning the legacy.
9. Now three people meet each other and pursue ministers.
10. Being a husband today is full of ups and downs.
1 1. I don't believe this body is uneven. Observe the reality of creation carefully.
12. Life is full of ups and downs. Today, you are in Thailand, and you will never change your mind.
13. Don't be rash, things are rough.
14. Because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
15. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she dared to sing the evening song in the moonlight.
16. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
17. Where is home in Yunheng Qinling? Snow embraces green horses.
18. When I sit here, I watch a fisherman throw, just like a fish.
19. Life is full of ups and downs.
I can't cry all my life, so I can't stop crying here.
2 1. Fear is said on the beach, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
22. I am nearly thirty years old and have accomplished nothing.
23. The wandering years are too rough, and the wind and frost are hard to grind.
24. Who hasn't died since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history.
25. The pottery dried all the dirt in front of the door, and there was no tile on the house.
26. When there is poverty in the corner of the world, as long as there is endless acacia.
27. Bad luck has a bitter frost on my temples, and heartache and fatigue are a thick layer of dust in my wine.
28. I came from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone.