Yesterday was my birthday. I wrote a poem with deepseek to express my feelings about the passing of time: Birthday feelings Fifty-years pass by, It’s not bad that my temples are already covered with stars. I once drew morning dew because of chasing my dreams. I also opened up the wilderness to the mountain of books. The old horse thinks about the long way, The new song is sharpened by the autumn clouds. Life is only half a hundred years old, The wind breaks the blue waves again.