Modern Poetry: The Song of University for the Aged

Modern Poetry: The Song of University for the Aged

When the sun goes down,

Still climb up tomorrow.

The flowers have withered,

Next year will be the same.

My little bird flew without a trace.

My little bird will never come back.

I don't understand,

Don't answer the phone.

My little bird will never come back.

A song popular among middle-aged and elderly people,

How lost, how desolate!

Young people are full of energy,

Look forward to the ideal,

Middle-aged and elderly people sigh and regret more,

The old man is sickly and sentimental.

Is the old man heavy?

Disappear helplessly?

No, there is Eden on the earth.

That's a university for the aged.

That is the last class for the old people to study.

A stage and lecture hall for displaying talents.

You can study a major,

Or calligraphy or poetry articles or painting photography.

Or sing or jump;

You can also teach your strengths,

Let friends share your knowledge and energy.

This is a wonderful place!

Friendship is always there and lasts forever.

Old people get together,

Laughter and laughter are endless,

Formed the feelings of old friends.

It is enough to have a bosom friend in life.

How can a group of close friends forget each other?