北雁南飞,云卷舒;夕阳西下,己暮年。黄河滚滚,东流逝;青山依旧,人事非。“年年岁岁花相似,岁岁年年人不同。”一年一年,岁月镌刻着我们的行迹,沧桑了我们的脸庞,改变了我们的模样。昔日的迷茫,跌倒的挫伤,路途的彷徨,让我们在佝偻的脊背上,深深的皱纹里,掩藏了时刃的风霜,似乎只有在双鬓斑白之际,才能真正懂得惜年有金。 North goose fly south, cloud roll Shu; sunset, have their twilight years. Yellow billow, east lapse; Aoyama still, non-personnel. “Year of the year flowers are similar, the age is different from year to year.” "Year after year, the years engraved with our deeds, the vicissitudes of our face, changed our appearance. The confusion of the past, the bruises of the fall, the perversity of the road allow us to hide the shine of the blade when it is in the deep wrinkles of the ridge. It seems that only when the shingle is white, we can really understand that we have the golden year.