Poetry on a 50-year-old woman's birthday message

(a) waste fifty years old, full of spots and tired temples. Insects in summer and snow in winter are in the field of poetry, and Mo Dan Zhang Qiong gambles on wine. Bamboo smoke in Beixi is green and warm, and Huilanjing in Xicun. I don't know the sufferings and worries of the world for the rest of my life. ? (2) Too much frost came to the mirror in the morning, and suddenly I felt that I had wasted half my life. The weak crown dreams of heroes, and the mature love to hum China's good songs. The ups and downs go with the wind, and the grievances are all said. The old horse is strange and strong, but Lian Po still wants to serve his country. ? (3) February is spring again, and a ray of sunshine shines through the curtains. The mobile phone vibrates frequently to follow, and the candle tears as soon as it blows. Writing poems every day shocked everyone, thinking about loving mother's death for three years at night. From then on, life knows destiny, and there are songs everywhere. ? (4) Climb over Qingqing Guizi Mountain and reach Yumenguan with difficulty. It takes 35 years to realize a dream. The rain hit the core several times, and the plum blossom bloomed twice. I hooked the moon again today, just like when I was a child. ? (5) It is a fool's eye to see all the vicissitudes of life, and it is a fool's leg to run. Listen, read the scriptures, meditate, recite poems and paint, and the pen and ink are fragrant. People know their fate and spend the sunset in Sanqiu. Why ask about past life and future? Find out the present meditation hall. ? (6) Yushu Qionghua has a deep sense of snow, which is close to the winter solstice. Live a hard life at home and be a happy person. 50 years of hard work, eight thousand miles of road. I have lived my destiny and have a broad mind. I am willing to start the rest of my life.