The subsequent stages of our lives
A day in childhood is like a year.
Time flies.
The older people get, the shorter the years are.
The course of life seems to be flying;
Every day when I was a child was like a burden.
A year is like several dynasties.
The joyful trend of our youth,
Before the passion is disordered,
Wandering like a calm river,
Along its grassy border.
The enthusiasm of youth has not faded,
Pleasant flowing spring, but late,
There is a green stream on the grassland.
Quietly, quietly, meandering.
But when these weather-beaten cheeses become pale and weak,
Sad arrow shaft flies thicker,
The star of the past, measuring life for mankind,
Why does your course look faster?
But when the rosy clouds on my cheeks dispersed,
Sad arrows fly more and more frequently,
Stars, stars, you are big and small,
Why is your luck getting faster and faster?
When happiness loses its flowers and breath
Life itself is boring,
Why, when we reach the waterfall of death,
Do you feel that our trend is faster?
When flowers almost lose their appeal,
Life itself is like an empty bottle,
When I was dying,
Why is the ebb tide getting worse?
It may be strange, but who will change?
Time is getting slower and slower,
When our friends leave one after another.
Let our breasts bleed?
Strange birthday, could it be a strange birthday-
Who wants to slow down their progress,
After the death of a friend, there are two consecutive three,
The pain in the chest is like a raging fire.
God has given us the strength to age and compensated us for our quickness;
And the problems of young people,
The apparent length,
Proportion their sweetness.
It's the day when we fade away.
Get compensation for quick loss,
It is heaven that makes young people happy.
The result appearance seems to be expand.
I recited this poem in class, and the effect was very good. I hope you like it.