Children,
sipping champagne,
amusing time with play and laughter.
There are always ignorant old people around me,
They talk about youth in a sighing tone.
Old people,
sipping strong tea,
smiling and cursing
counting down the past that they cannot get back.
They were children once,
looking at the silk-like sky,
imagining the freedom and wine in the future.
Children,
The champagne in the glass is empty.
They stood up and exchanged greetings,
then turned around to look for their own wealth.
They found pearls,
found jade,
but they lost them all.
No one can find another bottle of champagne.
Then the children grew old.
The old people did not have strong tea in their hands.
There were only pearls
or jade. .
They were surrounded by children holding roses in their hands,
laughing and chasing each other,
just like they did before.
They can no longer sip tea and talk about the past,
Because there is no tea and no past.
The children of the past have become old people.
They look up at the sky.
They cannot see cotton white or blue.
The children beside him were still playing.
Amid a burst of cheers,
the boy knelt down and raised his hand to the girl.
Take the rose in your hand
——Trust me, I promise you pearls, gems
and champagne.
The old people burst into tears.