( 1)

Life is like a tree with rings, and it is new every year.

Watching the changing situation is more enjoyable than flowers and plants.

Liu Fang dares to leave poems in the world, so she should moisten things quietly first.

I love the sunset in the green hills, and God dares to sweep the dust in the moon.

(2)

The sunset is thick and the sunset is lingering.

Outside the window, I pity the nostalgic swallows, but I remember the pioneering cows in front of the lights.

Chrysanthemum fragrance with the old autumn, maple leaf frost invaded the years.

Appreciation is as straight as a string, and honor does not allow princes.

(3)

I feel that you are breaking branches for me, and jade is knocking on gold to make a sound.

The new fair has been open for thousands of years, and the old one is still nine hearts.

Sail as far as possible to Zhuhai. Abandoning the staff should melt Deng Lin.

Zhu Yu's clouds are at the bottom of the sleeves, so why invite the bright moon to help the piano?

(4)

It is difficult to help the poor with socks, but there is no skill in killing dragons, only carving insects.

Bow your head down and swim like snow.

Indulge in singing and making paper, laugh happily and have fun.

I feel more poetic and healthy in my twilight years, and my white hair is as red as fire.