When I was a young rash boy, I was surprised by my grandmother, may God rest her soul in peace. She was talking too much about the past. Now, I knew why the elderly talk a lot about their memories.
Years ago, I read in a book about the poems and wisdom of Confucius, who lived five centuries BC, that he was complaining of his time!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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