He is in his forties, and his fate is bumpy. What poems are there out of thin air?

The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.

Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.

I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.

The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?

A lazy youth, a lousy age.

If you don't come back in the prime of life, it will be difficult to get up in the morning.

It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one.