Void,
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
All the toil of a man,
What profit is he that does his work under the sun?
One generation passes, another generation comes again,
The earth endures forever.
The sun came out and the sun came down,
Return to the land.
The wind blows south and turns north,
Don't rotate, and return to the original switch road.
All the rivers flow into the sea, but the sea is not full;
Where do the rivers flow from and return to their places?.
Everything is boring, cannot utter it.
See, see not enough;
Lack of hearing and hearing.
What is already there must be done again;
What is done must be done again.
Is there anyone who can point out that this is new?
In our old days, it was long ago.
No memory of the passed generation;
Later generations, and later generations do not remember.