The message poems in the alumni record look back on the past decades, when the years are now in front of us.
There are not many major events in life, and studying in the mountain city is the most leisurely.
A few years of school age, why not say short, to the glory of the year will be full of boxing.
Selfless dedication is fate, and that year is purple smoke.
You are Jiangnan, my northern country, and you have come to the farmland in the city.
Not far from east, west, north and south, one division leads hundreds of divisions.
You don't need to envy at first, but you are poor and pitiful.
Since ancient times, the career has been bumpy, and the fate of this life depends on the teacher.
Although storing memories is a bit, life will change tomorrow.
Don't miss the sunny day, health and longevity are just around the corner.
Now I'm stuck in the Jianghu, rolling and crawling all my life.
It doesn't matter whether you eat imperial food or not.
Who can measure the changing situation? Unfortunately, interdependence.
The domineering king of Chu committed suicide, while the cowardly king of Hanwang was a mountain and river.
Be poor before you get rich, and be rich before you get poor.
There is no obstacle to the flow of heaven and earth, and it is biased to praise the rich and demote the poor.
There is no need to dazzle the world with articles, so what can I do with wealth?
The splendid country is still there, so you can wear silk and satin.
Looking back on the past, people are old and have lofty aspirations.
I advise you not to see the teacher again, your achievements in this life have not been in vain!