thirty-four years of mediocrity
boating and learning the sea ended in no flowers
soldiers on the battlefield have become a faint and idle dream
only a few flashy things
Looking back, the long years have passed
jumping over the farm gate, and my parents have devoted themselves to being cattle and horses
It's hard to repay the kindness of ten thousand troops
They are full of shame and ask the world every night
. Love less year after year
only live in winter and summer with guilt
accomplish nothing all day long
lose your health and gain fame
occasionally feel sorry for yourself
laugh at the sky, all of them enter the clouds
Second, look at the Ming Dynasty, and thirty-four of them contain geometry
hard work and youthful dreams
. Feelings about home
My parents are like yellow leaves, wandering alone
struggling to do their best, showing little filial piety
and looking forward to it, respecting kindness, keeping health and increasing longevity
accompanied by two lines of footprints, the spring flowers can be reopened for the rest of my life, and my face is no longer there
It's like this.