The spring of 80 years is not easy, but a lot of hard work is sweet.
Once you cross the sea, you also rely on helping the sages at home.
I have been studying new ink with great concentration these days, and I am more interested in old poems.
Now, I hope to dance in the court. I believe life is 200 years.
There is a pine tree on the steep bank of Jinsha, eager to cultivate ancestors.
When peaches and plums are in full bloom, they are lonely, and when there is frost and snow, they compete for green onions.
Roots love sunny spring rain more, and leaves still pity the breeze in Cuigu.
Teachers are admirable, rare and worthy of rejuvenation.
Nanshan strolls, and now the country of the staff is facing the staff.
The poetry garden praises the harvest of veterans, and the political show leads the way.
In Chun Xue, a hug was expressed, and the bright moon and clear spring still mean something.
You have moved into the future, and I have come to bless Flat Peach.