Lipper
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
The author expressed his "worry" about premature gray hair and premature aging in a romantic way. Where did you get the autumn frost? It is the author's review and exclamation of his own life, and it also triggers readers' infinite imagination of the author's bumpy life experience.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Su Shi
Flowers wither and red apricots are small.
Swallows fly, green water people go around.
Small catkins are blowing on the branches
There are many fish in the sea.
Swing inside and outside the wall.
The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.
The laughter died away, and so did the sound.
Affectionate but heartless chagrin.