Ask a poem to say that people are seventy years old.

When you are old and strong, you would rather be moved; If you are poor, you will be strong, and you are determined to win —— Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Teng Pavilion

An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles. A martyr is full of courage in his later years-Cao Cao.

It's very late in Sang Yu, but it's still full of twilight-Liu Yuxi

Cooper shakes the new green, flowers bloom quietly in late spring —— Gu's Song Mountain

Although the old roots are strong, the sun is shining and the leaves are more cloudy —— Wang Anshi's Lonely Tung

Mo is old, ambitious, and not afraid of autumn-Beijing is stuffy.

Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The flowing water in front of the door can still flow westward, and the body will sing yellow chickens with white hair-Su Shi's Huanxisha