2. Beautiful poems about white hair
Poetry about mother's white hair 1. Sentences describing mother's white hair
1: I grew up in the wind and rain. Years, you have white hair. I am deeply worried outside. Saying I love you is my eternal expression. My mother will witness your greatness and wish you a happy holiday and good health.
10: My mother's head is as white as snow, and years have left a deep mark on her face.
14: when I grow up, my mother's black hair is like a maple leaf, and the frost shines silver.
18: No one in the world will give us such grand and endless love and kindness, and there will never be such a willing smile for us regardless of gains and losses. Who will remember my mother's birthday, who will sincerely send her blessings, and who will remember when the first gray hair appeared on her head?
19: Smooth the wrinkles on your forehead with my sincerity and blacken the white hair on your head with my deep affection. Mom, thank you for giving me life. In today's festival, I wish you health and longevity.
2 1: Mom, you have worked hard for my black hair to turn white. Today is your festival, thank you! You have worked hard! I will try my best to repay you-my dearest mother!
Pull up the curtain to worship the mother river beam, worrying, watching the tears flow dry. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
29: If wind energy conveys feelings, I would like to turn into a gust of wind, brush your cheeks, brush away your silver hair and count its past; If light can warm people's hearts, I would like to turn into light, illuminate your heart and drive away all the haze. Although I am still a child.
30: My mother is in her mid-thirties. The heavy burden of life made her lose her former style prematurely. Her rough sallow skin and silver hair make people feel that she is much older than her age.
Mom, please see me off at the station when you leave. Looking at you, I suddenly feel sad. You are only in your forties, but your hair is already gray and wrinkles have climbed up your face. Every gray hair, every wrinkle, is a testimony of your efforts for work and children!
37: I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
40: pull up the curtain to worship the mother river beam, worrying about the sky and watching the tears flow dry. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. -"Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze
Looking at my mother's white hair and wrinkles, I have worked hard to support my adult mother for many years. In this festival that belongs to you, please accept my deepest blessing: Happy holidays, always young!
2. Sentences describing mother's white hair
1: I grew up in the wind and rain. Years, you have white hair. I am deeply worried outside. Saying I love you is my eternal expression. My mother will witness your greatness and wish you a happy holiday and good health.
2. The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is "Mom", and the sweetest cry is "Mom"!
Mom has a pair of bright eyes, and her black hair is mixed with a few silver hairs, which may be the witness of her hard life.
4. The great thing is that my mother is ordinary and I am ordinary; Kindness is my mother's naughty, and I am; Mom paid the phone bill, and I sent the text message! Haha, mom is so nice! I love you!
The mother's dedication and concentration instilled great self-esteem in the boy. People who have this kind of self-esteem since childhood will never give up, but develop into confident adults. If you have this confidence, you can succeed if you work hard.
6. The mother's dedication and concentration instilled great self-esteem in the boy. People who have this kind of self-esteem since childhood will never give up, but develop into confident adults. If you have this confidence, you can succeed if you work hard.
7: I love my mother forever. My mother often wears colorful clothes, long hair, round eyes, a flat nose and a smile on her mouth. She looks very gentle. Mom is busy from morning till night. She gets up early every day. How can I get bread and powder when I get up? How tired she is!
8: The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears flow in vain.
3. Mother's poems are born in vain
Mom!
You have white hair.
Weave the most beautiful story in life
Every hair tip has a story of our growth.
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Accompanied by childhood laughter
The troubles of teenagers
It records every minute of our growth.
Mom!
Your silver hair.
It is dyed with maternal love.
You have given us deep concern.
Thick silver hair
It expresses your infinite maternal love and deep thoughts for us.
No matter where we are
Mom!
Your silver hair
Full of human vicissitudes.
Teach us how to be human.
Mom!
Your hair is full of silver hair.
It will always be the starlight at night.
Step by step.
Towards maturity
Step into life
Mom!
Today is your 70th birthday.
We wish you health and longevity.
4. Mother's poems are in vain
Mom!
You have white hair.
Weave the most beautiful story in life
Every hair tip has a story of our growth.
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Accompanied by childhood laughter
The troubles of teenagers
It records every minute of our growth.
Mom!
Your silver hair.
It is dyed with maternal love.
You have given us deep concern.
Thick silver hair
It expresses your infinite maternal love and deep thoughts for us.
No matter where we are
Mom!
Your silver hair
Full of human vicissitudes.
Teach us how to be human.
Mom!
Your hair is full of silver hair.
It will always be the starlight at night.
Step by step.
Towards maturity
Step into life
Mom!
Today is your 70th birthday.
We wish you health and longevity.
A beautiful poem about white hair 1. What are some beautiful sentences to describe white hair?
1. A short tuft of hard-brushed gray hair is like wearing a sorghum flower.
Grandpa has gray hair, yellow-brown wrinkles on his face, and his eyes are in a line. It seems to take a lot of effort to open them.
I was surprised to find that there was black hair under grandpa's white hair!
4. My friend has a white hair and won't let me pull it out. If I pull it out, I will change it to 1 0. I asked why? She said her face turned white because the black hair around her saw her relatives uprooted.
One advantage of being old is that people will respect you for your white hair and say all kinds of compliments.
6. His deformed body, unkempt gray hair, short and thick yellow nails on his fingers, and bags under his eyes without god can only be explained if we regard them as the waste products that he eliminated from his own interior by the perfect power of carving and purifying his poems. He erased his image.
Dear, let's dye our hair white together, so that we can grow old together.
8. When you grow up, cinders won't spoil your white hair.
9. His long white hair fluttered behind his head. With a whip in his hand, he shouted at the horse walking forward.
10. By that time, women who have reached the age of 30 began to worry about aging, white hair and wrinkles.
1 1. There is another woman on the path, with half-white hair and tattered clothes; Carry a worn-out red lacquer round basket and hang a string of paper ingots in three steps.
12. His hair is gray, his eyes are serious, his skin is dark, he looks depressed like a worker, and he looks like a philosopher.
13. Cinder won't spoil your white hair.
14. If you eat fruits on an empty stomach, such as white hair, baldness, nervousness and dark circles will not happen.
15. My mother is an ordinary woman, and she is a great mother. She is of medium height. Because my mother is often tired, she unconsciously grows a few white hairs on her head and a little wrinkles on her face.
2. What beautiful sentences describe "white hair"
1, your white hair, each one tells the vicissitudes of time; Your wrinkles, each of which records your merits; Your backbone explains the responsibility of the pillar.
2. At sunset and sunrise, bloom's flowers fell. In the so-called fate arrangement, my father offered his white hair prematurely. White hair is silent, and people are silent.
Looking at my father's thick white hair in the wind, I feel sour and nervous.
At that moment, my father's white hair made me feel extremely complicated and heartbroken.
Every time I think of the scene of that day, my father's white hair is like the thick frost in winter, which has been deposited in my heart for a long time, and it will always be so sad and chaotic.
6. I turned my head to look for my father, and suddenly I found that in the crowd, he was so short and old, with his back hunched and dark skin. The most striking thing is his white hair. My nose hurts, so I went back to hold his hand and accompanied him slowly to the examination room.
7. Father is really old, and his gray hair "betrayed" his real age.
8. My father's white hair floats in my heart forever. That is my father's most precious wealth, which inspires and inspires me to cherish my life, grasp the present and create a better tomorrow.
9. At this moment, I saw his white hair. He has white hair. It sparkles in the sun as if it were a flame. At this time, it seems that what I see is not white hair, but my father's burning heart.
10, now I see my father smoking quietly, and my heart is full of different flavors. I don't know whether the misty smoke turned my father's hair white or the dim light caused the illusion. Mottled white hair depicts the vicissitudes of time and the hardships of his father.
3. Some beautiful white-haired poems
Sigh with white hair, Wang Wei, how long I am.
The day in the temple has turned white. Pitch between heaven and earth.
When can I be a guest? Disappointed with mountains and clouds.
Day and night are empty. What matters is when people.
The East City is strange to the South. White hair makes it easy for white hair to know the season, which is dark to me.
Today, in the sun, comb off a few stems. My family doesn't like it, so I sympathize with you
I don't know what's wrong with my cloud. Ordinary people are 30 years old, strong outside and weak inside.
But thinking about sleeping and eating is reduced by 20 hours. Besides, I'm forty years old and I'm in poor shape.
The bookworm lost his eyes and the wine made him sick. Dear, the days are falling, those who are still leaving.
For a long time, nothing will happen. It's too late. From the world to the old age, three diseases appeared one after another.
There is no cure in this world except the idea of lifelessness. Under the cherry blossoms, white hair grows easily everywhere, and it will decline with age.
Red cherry blossoms are full of sunshine and have half a head of white hair. He who leans against a tree is silent for a long time and climbs late.
The breeze sighs and the snow is like silk. White hair is easy to fall with snow, and frost hair hangs on the temples.
Add the old smell and replace the old container. Although it is as long as paint, it is always a flawless silk.
I hate being in the mirror when my head is half black and half white. It's been 30 years since the white hair came into being, but now it's coming out.
Singing all day like crazy, and being sick for a long time like a thin fairy. Bajie held incense seals at night and read Jolie in three yuan.
The rest will be cleaned up in spring, and you will get drunk if you are not idle. Sighing the past of the white-haired king has become a twilight tooth, and the white hair has become drooping for an instant.
How many sad things there are in life, don't sell them to the empty city. White-haired sigh, Wei is still that leaf, it is a lonely mirror.
At first, the silk thread was difficult to separate and the flowers were intertwined. People on the job tend to go downhill. I'm still young.
Sighing with white hair, Cen Can's white hair is partial, and people are helpless. There are more temples than stems at present.
The white hair sighs that Lu Lun combs her hair, and the woman surprises her wife with tears. I don't know the color of silk, but I can get several autumns.
Looking in the mirror, I can see that the white hair and stems are bright and unique. Qiu Lai and Quan Deyu, with a bright white beard, tried to get rid of the drunkenness of hairpin. A nice song is also fun, and children and grandchildren are laughing and pulling clothes.
And royal white hair Quan Deyu white hair see today, virtual Zhai Xiao Kagami Akira. At first glance, the frost is simple and the iron crown is slightly reflected.
There are many things under the curtain, and Zhou Xing is famous. Time flies without a sigh, too dull.
At the beginning, Liu Zongyuan, a sea pomegranate planted in the topic of white hair, has been planted for several years, and the rhyme and beauty are actually different. From then on, let's stop talking about spring sex and regard it as an ancient wood against a declining man.
Sighing in the mirror, Lu Wen is three years older than Pan Caiyue. He sees stars on his temples. Even if he can arrive early, he will know not to be a blackhead.
Twelve Poems of Yuefu was written by Li Xiao, a white-haired man, and Yuan Zhen was an emissary of flowers and birds in Tianbao period. Imperial edicts full of ink, I went upstairs and got half drunk.
Drunk straight into the Qing family, boudoir can not be stolen, lover died of concern, daughter cried for my blood. One in ten people should change clothes and be maids forever.
The imperial horse ran south and called for the horse to kick, and the maid-in-waiting 3 thousand was abandoned in the palace. As soon as the palace gate is closed, it is full of flowers and moss.
On a moonlit night, listening to the sound of water drops, the autumn pool is dark and windy. Day after day, I look at all the doors, but I can't see the situation in front of them all my life.
In recent years, several people have been sent to celebrate the Nangong. I'm sorry that this song will be biting. I want to get back at my nose.
This generation of cheap wives have nothing to say. Di Zi Tiansun was called expensive in ancient times. The king has been in power for forty years, with seven houses and six palaces.
Suiyang branch attacked the feudal city, and Su Zong had no official position in blood and yin. The king has no concubine and husband, and yang is strong and yin is immoral.
How can a woman follow the crowd and send it from her husband to a man as a collection? White-haired people in the sun-resentful and broad-minded, Bai Juyi is easy to go to the sun, and the beauty is dark and new.
Green guards the palace gate. As soon as the sun closes, it is spring. Xuanzong entered the primary election at the end of the year, aged 16 and 60.
At the same time, more than 100 people were selected, who were deeply disabled. Recalling the past, I fought back my grief and said goodbye to my loved ones. I helped myself into the car instead of teaching me to cry.
When the clouds are fashionable, they are grateful, their faces are like hibiscus, and their chests are like jade. The king was not allowed to meet, and Yang Fei squinted at him.
Jealousy makes you sneak into the palace and stay in the empty room all your life. Leave it blank, the autumn night is long, and the night is sleepless.
The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window. It's late spring, so it's hard to sit alone at night.
Gong Ying is full of anxiety and disgust, and Liang Yan is always jealous. The warbler's cry goes to Yan quietly, and the spring goes without remembering the year.
Just look at the deep palace and the bright moon, and the object is round four or five hundred times. Now the palace is the oldest, and everyone named it Shangshu.
Small-headed shoes with narrow clothes and slender indigo eyebrows. Outsiders should laugh if they can't see it.
Shang Yang people suffered the most. Less is bitter, always bitter, less is bitter, always bitter.
You can't see the beauty of Lu tribute in those days, nor can you see Yang Guifei and white-haired songs today. About Du Xunhe's white-haired song, one stem and two stems start with silk, so you may wish to be surprised when you are a teenager.
Several people have experienced this kind of thing in troubled times, and today I am full of sadness. Nine turns to win Dionysus pills, and five tones are not like poetry.
The home mountain is more than 10,000 feet green, and the quinoa sticks lose the old man. Don't dye your hair or pull out your white hair with tweezers. Let it go. It's full of hair.
Although the white one has no drug resistance, the black one can't help falling. Lying quietly listening to cicadas and watching the water flow.
I can't get this far, mostly because I am worried. It is not surprising that Wang Mian likes white hair and his brow is yellow. It is better to comb his hair and cover his face with silk.
From ancient times to the present, who can escape, can enjoy it now. Never pity the snow-colored light mirror, but prefer the frosted flower lining.
Everything is the fairest for him, and it is idiotic to always try to make mistakes. This year, the white hair has doubled, and the old man can't support himself.
Cattle and sheep are covered with wild frost, and crops are covered with clouds. After cooking in the afternoon, take out the millet and wrap it in thick glutinous rice.
Self-pity did not waste poetry, and father and son Peng Chuang remembered it. White-haired, with thousands of stems and fine green temples, lying and watching herons stab into the sky.
I have been stealing tributes and happiness all my life, but I have returned to my hometown. If you sit still, you will have no books to read, and the rest of your life will depend on the Buddha.
You see, the world is cold, and it will take a long time to sift wine! White hair and land diseases invade the prime of life, and fear is not as good as white; Be a long-distance guest by the needle stone occasionally. After seventy years of travel, frost and snow are full of troubles. Although the eyes and ears are weak, they are not separated from others.
Zhuoying thousands of hectares of lakes, send five acres of houses. Big cloth sewing robe, southeast.
I have a lot of life when I travel with white hair, and I leave the road at night 10%. Sadness was burning, and I was surprised to see my cheeks and skull.
There is a slight autumn wind, and there is cold rain. Stars are rare in the beginning and cannot be removed.
Yesterday was like a willow in spring, but now it has withered with frost. Peng is withered and green. How can he miss me?
Outside the square, it is impregnable, and its fame is rare. Throw tweezers and sigh, then there is no book! Traveling with white hair, rustling with white hair, touching the waves, swishing the southwest thatched cottage.
Drinking water and reading books are also fun, and Dumen is sick and tired. Turned into a five-acre plow, who still remembers the three dynasties holding Ji Lang! Just like a few chrysanthemums on the edge of the fence, they are still frost-resistant.
When you look in the mirror when you are sick, you will be seventy in ten winter and summer. I occasionally get a long sentence: Lu You is short of sideburns and depressed, so he loses his youth. The world is really like a postal kiosk. This made Guan dream for ten years and didn't sleep for three days.
It's hard to build a book, but who listens to the iron song? If the guest comes to find a place to go, he will sleep leisurely and lean on the screen. It's time for blowing in the wind to mock the white-haired Wang Anshi, and cherish the scarf as soon as possible.
All kinds of spring breeze won't last long, star.
4. Poems about white hair
White-haired Wang Wei sighed.
In the past, Zhu Yan became a twilight tooth, and his white hair drooped in an instant.
How many sad things there are in life, don't sell them to the empty city.
White-haired Wei
It's still the fallen leaf, and I know nothing about it. At first, the silk thread was difficult to separate and the flowers were intertwined.
People on the job tend to go downhill. I'm still young.
Baifa Cen Can
White is just on the side, and there is nothing you can do about it. There are more temples than stems at present.
White hair talks
Women whiten their hair and make their wives cry with surprise. I don't know the color of silk, but I can get several autumns.
Looking in the mirror, white hair is bright and unique, Quan Deyu.
Qiu Lai, with a bright white beard, tried to get rid of the drunkenness of hairpin.
A nice song is also fun, and children and grandchildren are laughing and pulling clothes.
He Baiyu's legal right is Deyu
See white hair today, bright in the mirror. At first glance, the frost is simple and the iron crown is slightly reflected.
There are many things under the curtain, and Zhou Xing is famous. Time flies without a sigh, too dull.
Liu Zongyuan, a pomegranate with white hair planted in the sea.
After planting love and fragrance for several years, rhyme and beauty are actually different.
From then on, let's stop talking about spring sex and regard it as an ancient wood against a declining man.
Sighing white hair in the mirror, Lv Wen
Pan and I are three years old and still living in my temple.
Even if he can arrive early, he will know not to be a blackhead.
5. Beautiful sentences about bald teenagers
Twilight comes late in early spring, flowers don't know before, peach blossoms are planted every year, and they bloom when they are heartbroken. 53. Lonely people will always think of everyone who has appeared in their lives, so I will always think of you endlessly counting my loneliness every night when the stars fall.
54. The most tiring thing in the world is to watch your heart break and stick it on yourself. 55. When the fog cleared and I woke up, I finally saw the truth, that is, the silent Qian Fan.
56. Raise a glass and get drunk, drink all the snow and be at a loss for another year. 57. A prosperous life and a chic life can never escape the lonely struggle; A wind chime, a wild goose singing and dancing in the world of mortals are all empty.
Although we didn't enjoy the splendor, we spent the best time in our lives, living and dying together. Seize this season's spring flowers and autumn moon, wait for another season's summer rain and winter snow, seize an unforgettable past, and wait for a miracle of fate.
The wind is blowing, the water is full of flowers, and the bell is ringing at the corner of the cornice pavilion. I still remember you looking back and smiling, and the whole city is fragrant for a hundred days.
2. flying flowers and willows, dancing in beautiful skirts, many feelings are flying. Clouds flow with wide sleeves, the piano fingers condense, and the clear water floats away from the hubbub. 3. Looking back on thousands of Baidu, I yearn for Iraqis.
After parting, I dreamed several times, holding hands without tears splashing on the flowers. 5. Flying flowers and willows, dancing in beautiful skirts, many feelings are flying.
6. Red Candle * * * Who is the silhouette, holding a cup, lingering and drinking, in this life, only Fu Junxin. 7. Who wrote a pen but remembered a volume of feelings and only remembered the past years.
8. The feeling is stronger, the edge is like the wind, the brocade is slightly cold, and the cold sleeves help the sick. 9. A long way to go, several families are sad and separated, and they are lovesick and treat others with pity.
10. I stand alone on the edge of clouds and water, looking at you, the person I can't ask, with frostbitten flowers in my hands. I've been singing this song all my life, and I'll wait for you to make peace after I fade away.
1 1. Look at the clouds rolling under the cliff, the wind is rustling on the cliff, and the pear blossoms are still falling as they were then. 12. The purple account cries at the touch, and it is hard to forget each other when we are separated.
Sword burial is a wound, and the mind is innocent. 13. The sword rises with misty peaks, and in the distance, the smoke falls and the flowers fall, and the dream is like Long song.
14. The dream is wet and empty, and the frequent knocking of clouds surprises residual leakage. A cup of turbid wine is ugly and the world of mortals is thorough.
15. I spread thousands of beads all the way, and when I woke up, it was already dust. 16. The Qinhuai River is cool, the stone bridge is swaying, and the thrush flies in the rain and falls on his window frame.
17. In the past, Wuyi Lane, the moon tide shook the empty city, and the osmanthus tree in the north wall was already in full swing. 18. The white temples are wrinkled, the bamboo sticks are long in the hand, the birds are hoarse, and the north wind is barren, leaving only the eyebrow line company commander.
19. Swing sleeves and fiddle, exquisite seven strings, reed boat, misty rain. 20. refers to the world of mortals, drunken laughter, Long song, on the bright moon, drinking wine in the breeze and drinking as much as possible.
2 1. The bronze mirror in Ling Hua is cool, adding fragrance to the eyebrows, leaving the soul behind. I just hope you are healthy. 22. Get drunk with him, and peach blossoms fly to him and secretly scribble on your face.
23. The voice outside the window at night, the candle shadow shines on the dream soul, knowing that I understand that I am just a person. 24. Snuff was injured, and I fell to the ground one after another and went home. Shan Ye was foggy.
Shadows are in pairs, but it's a pity that both places have done their best to bury this body and mind alone. 25. Peach blossoms and laughter in the spring breeze are hard to find. Where to stay together, how to stay together?
26. Dan Qingjuan, the iron fan is white by day, looking at the world of mortals, bloom is like bamboo shoots, and the night is like me. 27. After a hundred nights, who turns the lantern for me, who leans against the door to watch the fireworks for a thousand years.
There are few stars at night, who holds the lamp for me and who waits for the loneliness of the Millennium by leaning against the door alone. 28. I miss you and become a candle. My tears are burning. In the past, Tang Yan drifted today.
29. Looking back, standing on the bridge and looking up, I only saw peach blossoms flying all over the sky. 30. The original colorful bloom was all over the floor, and it seems that it was given to the broken well and the broken wall.
Second, who held my hand and made me crazy for half my life; Who, kiss my eyes, cover my half-life displacement. Who touches my face and soothes my half-life sorrow? Who, with my heart, melted my half-life frost; Who, holding my shoulder, drives me to be silent all my life.
Who, call my heart, cover up my life. Who abandoned me and left me alone? Who can understand me and let me have no regrets in this life? Who can help my arm, unparalleled through the ages; Who can pour my heart, an inch of land is empty; Who can bury me and laugh at the emptiness of heaven and earth? My heart is crazy.
Three 1, looking at your smiling face in front of me, my tears still filled the whole winter. After turning around, I can't find the lost promise anymore. 2, the world of mortals picture scroll, whose love of life and death is painted? In the end, I can only keep the same face. This is a thousand years.
3. Who buried the promise of a lifetime in front of your grave? 4, look at the cherry blossoms in the sky, sadness is circulating, but it can't hide the mottled time. 5. Who caresses me and owes me a lifetime price? 6. Who fell in love with the country and overthrew the world? 7. Why can you still see your face when the wind and sand are full of soaked eyes? 8. Who will accompany me back to the battlefield to unload my armor, who will accompany me to the end of the world, and who will bear my life? 9. Who is looking for the face in the past life memory in the broken world? 10, dewdrops hate morning flowers and autumn. I fell to the ground after being drunk.
1 1, Jun is in the south and I am in the north. Who said: The moon is full, sunny and round, and the flowers fall in bloom? 12, what withers is the beauty of flowers, what falls is broken tears, and what is difficult to redeem is the sin of past lives.
13. For whom do you dedicate your life, and for whom do you carve the waiting for a thousand years into eternity? 14, give you the tenderness of the whole city and love the displacement of my life. 15, shed blood and tears for you for thousands of years, and let go of the world for you.
16, whose finger is your subtle beauty flowing? 17, how can we miss today's world without flowers before and after the moon? 18, the promise of Sansheng VII is only for a memorial service. 19, who is holding the red line for me? 20. Use my life to be desolate and your life to be happy.
2 1, once the oath has long faded, who is still waiting for my return at the door? 22, drunk know the wine is thick, awake know the dream is empty, it turns out that it is also a kind of pain to watch the residual flowers wither. 23, a thousand years of waiting, but only one sentence: my love has long gone.
24. One-way trip, one's morning and night, one's youth. 25, that unforgettable promise, whose rain was that moment.
26. Who turned the burnt-out elegance into a flower on the other side? 27. The sun will rise tomorrow. Can we meet at the corner? 28. When tears turn into rain, at that moment, whose oath can be reincarnated? 29. A piece of paper is hard to write, and the pale oath cannot be forgotten by the years. 30, the years have fallen into prosperity, and blood has dyed red armor. Who?