A poem that satirizes the real feeding of dogs

There is no youth to look back on.

Three thousand years ago, blowing in the wind,

Don't mention a hundred thousand luxury.

I propose a toast to a glass of wine.

The story and you don't insist.

May there be no years to look back,

Since then, the wind and rain have never mentioned you.

I propose a toast to life,

All kinds of grievances flow eastward!

Don't ask the poor for the rest of your life,

Sprinkle it in the spring and autumn!

I propose a toast to the future,

Stumbling is hard to turn back.

Prosperity is over, silence is over,

Years later, it has been lost.

I propose a toast to youth,

Years are like frost, people are like wind,

Time flies, people are old,

Youth is like a dream of recalling youth.

I propose a toast to the past,

Love again and never look back.

If the dream is broken,

Crazy all his life.

I propose a toast to tomorrow,

Since then, I have lived my life smartly.

Laughing, drinking wine,

Carefree is happier.

I propose a toast to time,

Greedy, lecherous, not emotional.

Freedom and smile,

I just want a romantic life.

I propose a toast to the rest of my life.

From then on, conscience feeds the dog.

Half-life duckweed is down and out,

Vicissitudes comforted me for the rest of my life.

I propose a toast to the world,

The past is like yesterday.

Qian Fan, let him go,

East, west, north and south winds.