What are the poems that praise PICC Life?

The mourning of red leaves

In autumn wind and cold weather,

Cotton is being worn all over the country.

Sleepless at midnight,

Maple trees in Jiangtou fall far away.

Maple leaf asked when it would be returned,

Branching to western Western jackdaw diplomatically,

Crying cream,

It's only been a year, and it's hard again.

Maple leaves have a long life.

Andrew lamented the hard fate?

Just sighing about young life insurance,

The road ahead is difficult for the elderly. Looking back, the maple leaves are faint.

The fire rages in winter.

How can life be safe?

Want to be old;

Instrument-free self-circulation

Thousand-day sigh

How can we escape the limit of life?

Buyer's life insurance