1. Poems about old age
Poems about old age 1. Poems about old people
Poems about old people include:
1. "Instructions on Rewarding Lotte and Ode to the Elderly" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Whoever does not care about old age will have pity on him. The body is thin and the belt is frequently reduced, and the hair is thin and the crown is deviated.
Scraping books means cherishing the eyes, and using more moxibustion means the years will go by. He is familiar with things and knows people well.
If you think about it carefully, you are lucky, but this will make you sad. Don't forget to see the mulberry trees in the evening, and the sky will still be full of clouds.
Translation:
Who doesn’t worry about aging? Who will show love and compassion to him when he is old? As your body becomes thinner, your clothes and belts need to be tightened more and more, and your hair will be sparse and your hat will tilt to one side if you wear it properly.
The reason why I put the book aside and no longer read it is to protect my eyes, and I often use moxibustion because I am old and weak and suffer from many diseases. The more you have experienced the world, the more knowledgeable you will be. The more people you come into contact with and understand, the more clearly you will see through observation.
If you think about it carefully, there is a good side to aging. If you overcome your worries about aging, you will feel free and carefree. Not to mention that it is almost evening when the sun arrives between the mulberry trees, but its afterglow can still fill the sky with red.
2. "Shou Sui" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Original text:
If you want to know that dying of old age is like going to prey on a snake. Half of the scales are gone, no one can cover them.
If you want to tie it to the end, you know what you can do despite your diligence. The children were forced not to sleep, but stayed together all night and had a good time.
Don’t sing the morning rooster, even more drums are afraid of Tim Lao. After sitting for a long time, the lights dimmed and I watched the Beidou tilt.
There will be no time next year, and I will worry about wasted time. If you work hard today, you can still be proud of the young man.
Translation:
You must know that the age when you are about to say goodbye is like a long snake swimming into a deep ravine. Half of the long scales have disappeared. Who can stop the desire to leave!
Not to mention trying to tie its tail end, although I am diligent and know that there is no way. The children struggled hard without sleeping and stayed with each other laughing and making noise at night.
Morning rooster, please don’t crow. The drums and drums are urging you to be frightened. After sitting there for a long time, the lanterns were falling. When I got up, I saw that the Big Dipper had tilted sideways.
Will there be no New Year’s Eve next year? I'm just afraid that my worries will go wrong again. Try to cherish this night, and the young man can still boast of his spirit.
3. "The Bodhisattva Barbarian·Spring comes and spring goes to urge people to grow old" by Zhang Yuanqian of the Song Dynasty
Original text:
Spring comes and spring goes to urge people to grow old, and I am willing to lose to the young. . When a young man is drunk and crazy, a white mustache is not a problem.
Arranging flowers and dancing, taking charge of the scenery. Keep wine and wine in spring, don’t teach flowers to laugh at people.
Translation:
Spring comes and goes, time flies and makes people grow old. How can I be willing to lose to young people so easily? When drunk, he acts as wild and unrestrained as a teenager, and it doesn't matter if his beard turns gray.
Get up and dance wildly with flowers in your hair, and enjoy the spring to the fullest. Let us raise a toast to keep spring together, and don't let the flowers laugh at people who don't know how to cherish spring.
4. "Reduced Character Mulanhua·Liu Lang is Old" by Zhu Dunru of the Song Dynasty
Original text:
Liu Lang is old. Regardless of the peach blossoms, she still smiles. Listen to the pipa. The orioles in the main courtyard look for Xie's family.
At the end of the song, people are drunk. More like tears on the Xunyang River. Thousands of miles of east wind. The country is broken and the mountains and rivers shine red.
Translation:
The peach blossoms have not changed and are still blooming brilliantly; but my mood has changed and I have grown older. Under the control of this miserable and depressed mood, I am bored, and I also want to listen to pipa. But unlike some high-ranking officials in the Song Dynasty who had a family of singers and dancers, I had no choice but to go to the geisha courtyard to listen.
When the song ended, I was so emotionally intoxicated that I couldn't extricate myself from the song for a long time. It made me understand Bai Juyi's excitement when he hurt himself and fell into despair on the Xunyang River, but found his best friend. The east wind in front of me is still the same, but the Central Plains has fallen, the mountains and rivers are broken, and half of the mountains and rivers are shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun. Although there is still a faint ray of red, after all, the sun is setting and dusk is approaching.
5. "Qingpingle·The Beauty Grows Old" by Bai Pu of the Yuan Dynasty
Original text:
As the beauty grows old, how many gray hairs will there be? The spring breeze has cleared away the peach and plum blossoms, leaving only the lingering light of the mulberry and elm trees.
The land south of the Yangtze River is completely dust-free, and I am surrounded by idle clouds. If you don't leave the green mountains, the green mountains may not keep people.
Translation:
As the youthful appearance gradually ages, how many more gray hairs have been added to the temples? The peaches and plums and the spring breeze just passed away, leaving only the afterglow of the setting sun reflecting the long shadow of the mulberry trees.
When I came to Jiangnan again, there was no trace of fireworks. I was like an elegant idle cloud. I miss these green hills and don’t want to leave, but green hills may not stay with those who appreciate them forever.
2. Poems describing aging
1. Anyone who doesn’t care about aging will have pity on him when he grows old.
The body weight loss is frequent, and the hair is thin and the crown is deviated. Scraping books means cherishing the eyes, and using more moxibustion means passing the years.
——From the Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi's "Instructions on Rewarding Lotte and Ode to the Elderly" Vernacular interpretation: If a person doesn't worry about aging, who will show love and pity to him when he is old? As your body becomes thinner, your clothes and belts need to be tightened more and more, and your hair will be sparse and your hat will tilt to one side if you wear it properly.
I put the books aside and no longer read them to protect my eyes. I often use moxibustion because I am old and weak and suffer from many diseases.
2. When a young boy leaves home and his boss comes back, his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded. Children who don't recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from.
——From the Tang Dynasty: He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown·Part 1" Vernacular interpretation: I left my hometown when I was young and came back in my old age. Although my local accent has not changed, the hair on my temples has become thinner.
None of the children recognized me when they saw me. They smiled and asked: Where did this guest come from? 3. Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won the hasty visit to the north.
Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum.
Who is to ask, Lian Po is old, can he still make a living? ——From the Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji's "Yong Yu Le·Jingkou Beigu Pavilion Nostalgia for the Past" Vernacular interpretation: Liu Yu's son Liu Yilong was so happy that he made a hasty expedition to the north. Instead, Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty Tuoba Tao took the opportunity to send his troops south, and his troops arrived on the north bank of the Yangtze River and returned. Suffered heavy losses from opponents. It has been forty-three years since I returned to the South, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou.
How can we look back, when there were people worshiping Tuoba Tao outside his palace, crows pecking at the sacrifices, people were celebrating the community day, and they only worshiped him as a god. I didn’t know that this was once an emperor’s palace. Who else would ask, Lian Po’s appetite is okay now that he is old? 4. As your beauty grows older, how many gray hairs will you get? The spring breeze has cleared up the peaches and plums, leaving only the residual light of the mulberry trees.
——From the Yuan Dynasty: Bai Pu's "Qingpingle·The Beauty Grows Old" Vernacular interpretation: The youthful appearance gradually ages, how much white hair has been added to the temples? The peaches and plums and the spring breeze just passed away, leaving only the afterglow of the sunset reflecting the long shadow of the mulberry trees. 5. Getting older makes you look tired.
Xiang Wenjun, how can we have fun now? The clothes and clothes have been stained by dust, but they are still soft and fragrant. They despised each other and lost their hearts.
——From the Song Dynasty: Liu Guo's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom: When I grow old, I look like you are tired" Vernacular interpretation: I look like you, and you look like Wenjun. Xiangru is old now and often feels low on energy. I would like to ask Wenjun, we are so poor and exhausted now, how should we spend our days in the future? Looking back at the places where we lived together in Beijing, I'm afraid there are still traces of our loving relationship with each other.
Thinking about the scene between you and me at that time, how can we not be heartbroken and sad? .
3. Poems about aging
"Qujiang" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
I wear spring clothes every day when I return to the court, and I get drunk every day at the head of the river. Return.
Drinking debt is common, but rare in seventy years of life.
You can see the butterfly deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies fly in the water.
Rumor has it that the scenery is constantly changing. For the time being, we should appreciate each other and do not contradict each other.
Village Residence
Author: Teng Bai
Tea rocks are planted to connect with Hongxiawu, and rice springs are irrigated with white rock roots.
The old man's eyebrows are as white as snow, and his children and grandchildren are playing under the begonia flowers.
One of the five poems about the basin
Author: Han Yu
The old man is really like a child, collecting water and burying it in a basin to make a small pond.
Frogs croaked all night until dawn, just like fishing in Fangkou.
Bathing
Author: Bai Juyi
If you don’t bathe for many years, your skin will be covered with dirt.
After taking a bath today, I am quite weak.
He is old and has white hair and hair, and the disease is weak in limbs and body.
The clothes are wide and there is too much belt, and the hair is too short to be combed.
Ask yourself what year it is, it is the beginning of the Spring and Autumn Period.
This is already the case at forty, how can you know it will happen at seventy?
Returning to Nanshan at the end of the year
Author: Meng Haoran
Beique Xiu wrote a letter, and Nanshan returned to my hut.
If you don’t know your talent, you will abandon it, and if you are sick, you will lose your friends.
White hair prompts old age, and green hair prompts the end of the year.
Forever sad and sleepless, the night window of the pine moon
The back hall of the secret province
Author: Bai Juyi
Sophora flower rain moistens the new In autumn, the tung leaves are turning in the wind.
Nothing happened in the back hall all day long, and the old prisoner slept with his pillow on his head.
Old Man's Song
Author: Wang Jian
The white-haired old man walked away in tears, and the emperor came out of the capital on his birthday.
There are so many new ideas in today’s offerings, half of the songs were sung wrongly at that time.
Occasionally titled "Deng Gong"
Author: Bai Juyi
Occasionally, I brought some wine with me to visit the villagers, so I went back to the car to visit Xuluo.
While the snow and cold are sending my condolences, we might as well let the warmth of spring pass by.
Weng Ju is old and empty at the foot of the mountain, and I have many things to do in the world.
A man with a head like snow, how can he live without food and clothing
Feelings from Qujiang
Author: Bai Juyi
The spring breeze returns on the west bank of Qujiang River, and an old man stands in front of thousands of trees and flowers.
If you are still drunk when you encounter wine and flowers, how can you talk about melancholy?
Guest Pavilion
Author: Du Fu
The autumn window is still there At dawn, the fallen trees change the sky's wind.
The sun rises outside Hanshan Mountain and the river flows in Cebu.
Nothing is left behind in the holy dynasty, old age and illness have already taken over.
How many residual things are floating around like a rag.
Visiting Zen Master Cao at Qinglong Temple in summer
Author: Wang Wei
An old man from Longzhong walked slowly to visit the Zen palace.
If you want to ask about the meaning of meaning, you will know from afar that emptiness means emptiness.
In the eyes of mountains, rivers and heaven, in the Dharmakaya of the world.
Don’t blame the heat, it can cause the earth wind.
Suhui River Wengzhai
Author: Yuan Jie
Thousands of long pines surround the thatched cottage, and strange rocks and cold springs are close to the bottom of the rocks.
The old man is still able to do it at eighty, and he leads his children and grandchildren to collect crops.
I envy the old man's quiet place, and I love him for nothing.
What is the right and wrong of the current customs? It is like an old man who will retire soon
Xinfeng Broken Arm Man - Jie Bian Gongye
Author: Bai Juyi
The old man Xinfeng is eighty-eight, his temples, eyebrows and beard are all like snow.
Great-grandson walked towards the store with his left arm resting on his shoulder and his right arm folded.
I asked him how many years it had been since his arm was broken, and also what caused it.
Weng Yunguan belonged to Xinfeng County, and he was born in the Holy Age without fighting.
He is accustomed to listening to the music of opera singers and pipes, but he does not recognize flags, guns, bows and arrows.
There is no Tianbao big recruitment, there are only three dings in every household.
Where to go, I will travel thousands of miles to Yunnan in May.
I heard that there is Lushui in Yunnan, and when the pepper flowers fall, miasma smoke rises.
The large army waded through the water, and less than ten people died.
People from the south of the village to the north of the village cried and mourned, saying goodbye to their fathers, mothers, and husbands.
It is said that those who conquered the barbarians before and after, tens of millions of people marched without even a single return.
It was the twenty-fourth year of Weng's year, and there was a name in the ultimatum from the Ministry of War.
Late at night, not daring to let anyone know, I secretly broke my arm with a big stone.
Zhang Gong and fluttering flags are all unbearable, so from now on Yunnan is exempted.
Broken bones and tendons are not without pain, and I want to return to my hometown.
This arm has been broken for sixty years, and although one limb is useless, the whole body is useless.
It has been a windy, rainy, cold night so far, and I am so painful that I can’t sleep until dawn.
I can’t sleep in pain, but I have no regrets in the end, and I am glad that I am alone now.
Otherwise, in Lu Shuitou at that time, the body and soul would not be recovered.
I should be like a ghost visiting my hometown in Yunnan, crying on the mass graves.
Listen to what the old man says.
You don’t hear that Song Kaifu, the prime minister of Kaiyuan, doesn’t reward border troops and guard against aggression. I didn't hear that Yang Guozhong, the Prime Minister of Tianbao, wanted to be favored and make meritorious services. If you don't make great achievements, you will be resented. Please ask Xinfeng, the old man with a broken arm.
4. Poems about aging
Xin Qiji's "Yong Yu Le. Nostalgic for the Past at Guting in the North of Jingkou". Through the ages, there are no heroes to be found, and Sun Zhong seeks a place. The dancing pavilion and singing platform are always romantic, the rain and wind blow away the grass and trees in the setting sun, the ordinary alleys, and the slaves of humanity once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger. Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won a hurried visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, there is a sacred shrine under the Buddha Li Temple. Who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?
It’s better to grow old and grow stronger than to have a gray-headed heart? Be poor and strong, and never fall into the clouds!
Wang Bo's "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion"
The old man is full of ambitions and aims for thousands of miles. In his old age, the martyr is full of ambition.
Cao Cao of the Wei Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms "Stepping out of Xiamen Xing·Gui Suishou"
5. Poems describing the old
1. Remember that Jin Luan sang the same song in the first chapter The country is prosperous in the spring breeze. Now the old man is in the end of the world. For ten years, the crossroads are empty. Qujiang flowers are in vain. I heard that Langshan is connected to Langyuan. The towers are high and I can’t see the Jun’s family. The lonely city is idle. The cold sun is leaning away and the sorrow is hard to finish. The red trees are far away and the clouds are far away. (Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu·"Linjiang Fairy ·Remember Jin Luan singing the same song") 2. The white-haired master is still young (Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu "Huanxi Sand") 3. I haven't seen the old immortal for ten years (Song Dynasty Su Shi "Xijiang Yuepingshan Hall") 4. Lao Jue Empty life makes it easier to get new years (Song Dynasty, Han Nai's "Huanxi Sha") 5. Supporting the elderly is more suitable for young people (Song Dynasty, Huang Tingjian's "Reducing Words Mulan Flower·Dancing Huanjuan is good") 6. Old age makes people old (Song Dynasty, Zhu Dunru ·"Reduced Words Magnolia·Old Age") 7. Four years of thin life (Song Dynasty·Li Liuqian·"Yu Meiren·One spring does not recognize the spring breeze") 8. Ten and half a thousand years old (Song Dynasty·Shen Ying · "Reduced Words Mulan Hua·Huo Ren Zhi") 9. Although I am old (Song Dynasty·Liu Kezhuang·"Magpie Bridge Fairy·A Memorial to the Emperor") 10. I have been old for ten years (Song Dynasty·Liu Chenweng·"Shui Tiao" Ge Tou·If you don't drink, you must drink") 11. You are not old (Song Dynasty·Anonymous·"Man Ting Fang·Poetry and Rites Heirloom").
6. Ancient poems describing old age
1. The group of children in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, but I could not tolerate being called a thief. He carried thatch into the bamboo without hesitation, his lips were burnt and his mouth was dry and he couldn't breathe. When he came back, he leaned on his staff and sighed. ——Tang Du Fu's "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind"
Vernacular translation: A group of children in Nancun bullied me because I was old and weak, but they had the heart to act like a "thief" and steal things in front of me, holding them without any scruples. The thatch ran into the bamboo forest. My lips were dry and I couldn’t stop drinking. When I came back, I was leaning on a cane and sighing alone.
2. Gray hair prompts old age, and green hair prompts the end of the year. I will never sleep with sorrow, and the window will be empty at night under the pine moon.
——"Returning to Nanshan at the End of the Year" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
Vernacular translation: I have no talent, no wonder Mingzhu abandoned me, and my old and sick friends are also alienated.
The frequent occurrence of gray hair makes people age day by day, and the coming of spring forces the passage of old years.
3. Shortness of breath can cause whitening, while wine can make your face look redder. ——Chen Shidao of the Song Dynasty, "Giving Shaozhang to Wine on New Year's Eve"
Vernacular translation: Sorrow and troubles make your hair short and gray, and your haggard face becomes red with the power of wine.
4. When you are old and your charm is no longer what you want, you will be defeated by your remnant. ——Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty, "Butterflies in Love with Flowers·Tasting Love in the Early Spring of West Lake"
Vernacular translation: It's a pity that the style of old age is not as good as before, no matter how much you drink, you will get drunk.
5. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum. Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still make a living? ——Song Xin Qiji's "Yong Yu Le·Jingkou Beigu Pavilion Nostalgia"
Vernacular translation: It has been forty-three years since I returned to the South. Looking at the Central Plains, I still remember the war scenes on Yangzhou Road. .
How can we look back? Back then, there were people offering sacrifices outside Tuoba Tao's palace. Crows were pecking at the sacrifices. People were celebrating community days and only worshiped him as a god. Who else would ask, Lian Po? You are old, do you have a good appetite?