The scorching sun is in the sky, and the grass and trees bow their heads
The heat is unbearable and there is nothing to do but worry for no reason
Several times of spring and autumn, ups and downs, like water flowing eastward
Worry alone Worry alone
The scorching sun is like fire, and the heart is burning like fire.
The past is like a dream, it is hard to find, and the search is fruitless.
Several years of sorrow and joy, sorrow and joy remain together, the past cannot be looked back
Worry about everything, when will you rest?
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