A vicious joke

There was an old couple, both in their fifties, who couldn't get together when they were young. We made out together in our fifties. At this time, the old man felt: one spring water dried up and two high mountains flattened. The evening scenery disappeared, leaving only two raisins. At this time, women feel that they have never seen weeds everywhere, guns and eggs. The vicissitudes of life and tide wait for no man, only one dried radish is left.