Seven-Line Quatrain "Love and Affection"
Who yearns for spring and winter like gold,
Time flows by, how much is lost in vanity.
Endless ballads cannot exhaust a thousand years of intent,
Only new poems and old traces remain.
Time flows endlessly, like a river, how many of us truly value time as gold, time slips away, and we waste our youth, from youthful innocence to maturity, without preparing for life, we unknowingly see willows and eyebrows, sorrow in our hearts. We are like passersby in the world, leaving behind unforgettable memories.
Life is full of ups and downs, sweet and bitter, perhaps with hardships and waves, without much achievement, we are already over fifty, I pick up my old lute and play, but cannot play out the classics, how many worthy friends and celebrities do we admire and learn from? Lonely and helpless, we can only write poetry to dispel sorrow and sadness, and write new poems as a memory of old things.
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