风送日月,斗转星移,新世纪元年,不觉已奔了四十。虽听说这日子口是咱男人的好时光,可无论如何也神气不起来,倒是劳心费力少有收获的感觉,总像是黄土埋到肚脐眼儿似的,气亏得不行。 The wind sent the sun and the moon, and the twists and turns. In the first century of the new century, it has been forty. Although I heard that this day is a good time for our man, but in any case do not feel uprising, it touches laborious little harvest feeling, always like the loess buried navel-like, gas can not afford.