1, Shu Huai Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
I have never seen a green hill in my eyes, and I have no sideburns in the mirror. Just say that you don't do anything when you get old, and you want to do more in middle age.
I look at the green hills with my eyes full, but I have no leisure to go swimming. I look pale in the mirror, but what can I do? When I was young, I was busy, thinking that I would be relaxed when I was old. Now I find that there are more dusty things in middle age.
2. Add nine partridges. Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji.
There's nothing to frown about. When I am old, I feel sad. Turn around in a hundred years, and everything will be long. Pillow on the stream, chess in the bamboo. Afraid of looking for wine companions and lazy poems. Very muscular, very boastful, only better than when I was sick.
Why are you so sad because you are free? It's not because of the helplessness of old age, but because of the evening scenery that is not in the mood. Life is a hundred years, just like the shadow of the sun moving flowers. Every time I see my temples turn gray in front of the mirror, I feel disheartened and everything is empty!
Every day, I get drunk at Xitou and play chess with bamboo trees to kill this leisure time. Where can there be the old pride of inviting friends to get drunk and write poems? Where is the spirit of going forward and not wanting to get others into trouble? What's left is just the weakness after years of long illness!
3, "Send Yellow Several Times" Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't send geese to deliver books. Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain. Housekeeping, but with four vertical walls, does not cure diseases. I want to study, my head is white, and the ape across the stream is crying.
I live on the northern seashore, while you live on the southern seashore. You want to send a book to Hongyan, but it can't fly to Hengyang. The spring breeze sees peaches and plums drinking wine, and the rivers and lakes are down and out. I have been away for ten years, and I often miss you in the autumn rain.
You only have four empty walls to support your livelihood. It's hard. The ancients made a good doctor by folding their elbows three times. I hope you don't. I think you are poor, self-sufficient and study hard, and now your hair is white. Through the miasma-filled mountain stream, the apes wailed and climbed the ivy deep in the forest.