Ten thousand years is too long to seize the day.
Comrade Man Jianghong and Guo Moruo
1963 1 9th.
Small globe, several flies hit the wall.
Hum, a few sad calendars, a few sobs.
It is not easy for an ant to exaggerate the country and shake a tree.
The west wind leaves Chang 'an and the cymbals fly.
How many things are never in a hurry. Heaven and earth turn, and time waits for no one.
Ten thousand years is too long to seize the day.
The four seas are turbulent and angry, and the five continents are shocked.
All pests will be swept away and invincible.