Poems praising the old man

The poem praising the old man is as follows:

1, the old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles. The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.

2. Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, and it is supported by old cadres. Next year, ten dragons and grandchildren will fly around the phoenix.

3, Mo Dao Sang Yu is late, because the sky is still full of clouds.

4, life is easy to get old, and it is Chongyang at the end of the year. Now it is Chongyang, and the battlefield yellow flowers are particularly fragrant.

With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things.

6, if you want to eliminate disasters for the holy dynasty, you are willing to decline and cherish the old.

7. When people get old, the west wind will turn white, and butterflies will become a thing of the past.

8, an old friend thought a thousand miles, Hong Fei read Jiuzhou.

9, ChuiShou cherish daughter incense, but Fu Jian and Wan Li heart.

10, the black cone tree is always red, and the lotus leaf is always lotus.

1 1, the boundless grass overflows the plain and comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

12, people are getting old, the west wind is getting gray in the east, and butterflies are worried about their future.

13, Lao Ji thinks a thousand miles, and Hong Fei studied in Jiuzhou.

14, I bow my head and cherish my daughter's fragrance, but Fu Jian still has Wan Li's heart.

15, the black cone tree is always red, and the lotus leaf is always lotus.

16, strong heart is not old, and you can still be a ghost when you are dead.

17, the old is strong, the poor is healthy, the old is ambitious, and the martyrs are full of courage in their twilight years.

18, Lao Niu also solved Shao Guanggui's problem, instead of waiting for the whip to be self-motivated.

19, it rained late in Modaosang because the sky was still covered with clouds.

20. There must be glory before the light goes out.

2 1, chrysanthemum is too bitter, and it is the Double Ninth Festival.

On September 9, 22, I looked at the mountains and rivers, and I looked back at the wind and smoke.

23, wild clouds and wild trees, cold geese gather sand. Boarding Infinity, where is Wangjing China?

On September 9, 24, at Wangxiangtai, I bid farewell to the foreign cup.

25. Human feelings are tired and bitter in the south, and Hongyan is from the north.

26. Don't compare the border with Kyoto, the frost grass has withered in August.

27. I wonder if there will be chrysanthemums in the wine today?

28. Yellow flowers and purple chrysanthemums fall off the fence, gather chrysanthemums under the east fence, and drink and love Fang Xin.

29. I can't bear to look forward to my hometown today, so I am forced to join the crowd.

30, 9 autumn festival, and we need to move the equipment again. Poems praising the old man

3 1, golden wind floating chrysanthemum core, Yulu crying dogwood branch.

32. Eight miles away, there are seven Planetarium temples.

33. The abyss should be right in front of us and forget the danger.

34, the fog is thick and the clouds are light and always sad, and the brain sells golden beasts.

35, solar terms Chongyang, jade pillow gauze pavilion, cool in the middle of the night.

36, Dongli put wine after dusk, there are dark incense and sleeves.