There are elms in the south and kudzu in the tired. Happiness is only for gentlemen, and happiness is for yourself.
There are elms in the south, and nothing grows. Happiness is only for gentlemen, and happiness is for yourself.
There are elms in the south, and arrowheads are entangled in them. Happiness is only a gentleman, and happiness is success.
When we were young, we often made faces in the mirror.
When you are old, the mirror is revenge;
Let wrinkles become rings and scars become dimples,
Then say to those silly children, I am young, are you old?
A few days ago can even be traced back to more than ten years ago.
I am still a pure and dreamy teenager.
Today, I use sweat and fatigue to open a gap in the yellow years.
The lightning of time splits out gorgeous light in the tunnel of ignorance.
* * * carved my bar mitzvah.
The witness of heaven and earth reflects the sun and the moon.
Youth blooms from my hands, and the morning rain and dew are as dazzling as dew.
Say goodbye to late sadness and put away past infatuation.
Vehicles and pedestrians hurried by.
The first sigh: the busyness and immortality of life.
With regret, incomprehension, hesitation and sigh
Tears welled up in my eyes when I saw Heroes Don't Cry.
Do heroes really have no tears?
There are no heroes around. If you are not a hero, who will go? How do you understand?
Can you be a hero or a layman?
Anxious because of unknown fears
How many years have you lost your passion?
Made too many humble and slender life puppets.
Shout on the boundless land where the sun and the moon rise and fall
My heart is trembling, and I look forward to turning into foam under my weak eyes.
My joints are sore.
The subtlety of the mood is getting worse with the bad weather.
The only reason to support yourself is also shaken.
The wind and rain drowned my roar.
No more heavy breathing.
Say goodbye to innocence and dreams
Looking at the clouds and sunset on the rugged mountain road, I am anxious.
Refute the mess left by the road
The youth that is gone forever is buried in the grass among the flowers of red and yellow films.
The price of decorating bar mitzvah and mourning silence?