Ancient rare endowment
Text/Wang Shijun
Bucket to star shift, timing transition. I have not yet watched the spring flowers and autumn moon, and I have entered the year of ancient rarity. Two sideburns stained, like a sunset announcement. The steps are faltering, but the evening scenery is a letter. Pity the ruthlessness of the years, and the fading of the years! Why not sigh? Wouldn't you like to sigh! Therefore, I wrote a post, which is: greeting the ancient rarity with a smile, marching into the old age, Mulberry Yuxia is full of heaven, and wants to go to the feast.
Woohoo! Looking back on the past, I am full of emotions. The past of life is vividly remembered, just like in front of you. Naughty as a child, young and tough. And after the year of the Mandate of Heaven, enjoy the joy of teasing Sun around the knees. Halfway through the flower nails, he suffered from cerebral infarction and was miserable. Fortunately, I have the honor of ushering in the seventy years of ancient rarity, which is actually the second spring of life. No pressure to go to work, no time limit. Discretion, nurturing. Rise at dawn to set sail for a daily happy day. The sunset lights are on, and the desk seasonal chapter is continued. Headrest book, three more sleep together. The night is undisturbed, and the thoughts are strings. Good dreams are placed in poetry, and Zen is sent to the clouds. Ask questions, solve puzzles and solve difficulties. Browse the classics, absorb the wisdom of the source, and tap the inspiration. Mahjong does not touch, tobacco and alcohol do not stick, and poetry fills in words, tapping the keyboard. Splash ink, words and phrases. There is poetry and bookishness in the belly, and it is sometimes a good relationship with the fragrance of books. The sun rises in the east, driving the morning breeze to tour Lingshan. As the sun sets, step on the embankment of the East City. Spring is warm and blossoming, and the flowers on the mountain are full of flowers. In the sweltering summer heat, watch the hundred bees swirling. Spring and autumn, look up at the sky and return to the wild geese. In the cold winter moon, the forest is stained with frost and reflects the mountains and rivers.
Woohoo, old Ji Fu Fu! The surplus is not only in the sky, but also in the eternal year. Aim for a thousand miles! Non-indifference is not clear-sighted, non-tranquility is not far-reaching. Life to the ancient, this world is content and happy; go with the flow, there is no need to force a hundred years. Looking back on yesterday! Through the wind and rain through the mulberry field. Looking forward to the future! Yearn for the future and don't have a hole in the sky. Fukuya! Life has entered the ancient rarity, and the benevolent life is blessed. Beautiful! Elegant and decent, calm and old, in time to be happy with the encounter. Magnificent! The red dust has not diminished, and the old man is strong and ambitious. Happy, leisurely! Happy happy every day; leisurely, happy! Rejoice every year.
【Author's Profile】Wang Shijun (male), character Qingshan. Born on June 1, 1949. His ancestral home is Xixia village, Zichuan District, Zibo City, Shandong Province. In 1955, he moved to Tancheng with his father. He successively served as the secretary of the Youth League Committee of the Tancheng County Industrial Bureau, the director of the County Labor Bureau, the director of the County System Reform Committee, and the director of the County Radio and Television Bureau.