The young man made a promise, and in troubled times, he was wandering. When we were classmates, we had a sincere understanding of adversity and a deep understanding of each other. The soul lingers thousands of miles away from home and country, and has lived alone in a foreign country for twenty years. The separation and recombination are wrong, the smoke blurs people's eyes, and there is no trace. Thinking about things in life is hard. Half a lifetime of hatred, how can I count it? The frost on the temples is stained, and the ambition has not been fulfilled. But when I see Zigui crowing red beans, I don't call the mandarin ducks together with their white heads. It is said that sorrow is separated from heaven and man, who can I complain to?