Who knows the poem about time running like water?

It passes on just like this, not ceasing day or night!

Time flies to make people old, and time flies like a teenager.

When a hundred rivers flow eastward to the sea, they will return to the west. If young people don't work hard, old people will be sad.

"Who said that life has not decreased? The water in front of the door can also flow west!

Don't bemoan the passage of old age! "