Ask for a poem for people in their eighties.

It's a long time, the moon is not dark, it's very dangerous, and the rustling night wind blows the branches, so who will worry about it?

What's more, for more than a thousand years, sumeru mustard seed world, bodhi under the bodhi tree realized the Tao, and success or failure turned empty.

Walk leisurely

Let me go in the clear sky, things are impermanent, there are things outside things, there are things inside things, one is true, the other is clear, and there is no need to slander the world. Why be greedy, angry and laughing? I am crazy about me, others are ants, intoxicated with worldly things, and my generation is lofty, laughing and singing.

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