A poem that laments that it is better to grow old and be in poor health.

There are few secluded places, and it is difficult for old patients to help and worship.

After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

A tree by the river hangs its hair to remind people to get old every morning and evening.

No more short hair, no more hats, Changfeng is constantly blowing clothes.

When the dust is exhausted, the disease is sad at the end of the year.