Write some poems about people in their later years.

Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has its time.

The snake rides the fog and eventually turns to dust.

The old horse lurks, aiming at a thousand miles.

The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.

The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky;

Blessings that nourish grace can last forever.

I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.