Poetry about aging 1. Poetry describing human aging
Poems describing people getting old are:
1, Wei Zhuang and Soochow life met in the late Tang and Five Dynasties.
Original text:
Ten years of wandering life, if duckweed, white hair meets the crown of tears. When people are old, they don't know the beauty of flowers, but only feel that the wine leaves a lot of chaos.
Poor people living in alleys doubt that spring is rare. You live in a luxurious mansion and feel that the moon is the clearest. At this moment, drink heartily, and see peace and tranquility in the sea in the year of failure.
Translation:
Ten years is like a day, life drifts like duckweed, white hair meets tears, and tassels are crowned. When people are old, they don't know the beauty of flowers. When they leave chaos, they only feel that wine is very affectionate.
The spring scenery in poor lanes is less doubtful, and the moon in your house is the brightest. Let's drink this wine heartily. You should see the tranquility of the sea before you die.
2. Huang Jingren's Farewell to My Mother in Qing Dynasty.
Original text:
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Translation:
Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.
On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
3. Song Dynasty Liu Guo's "Why Xin Lang Tired of Old Age"
Original text:
Being old is like being tired. Xiang Wenjun said, it seems like today, how can you have fun? The clothes have been stained with dust, red or soft. Looking forward to each other, the soul will break.
Translation:
I am like you, and you are like Wen Jun. As old as we are now, I often feel exhausted. Excuse me, Wen Jun, how should we live in the future? Looking back at the places where we lived together in Beijing, I'm afraid there are traces of our love for each other. Think about what you and I were like then. Why doesn't it hurt?
4. Liu Yuxi's "Appreciating Lotte and Singing the Old" in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
People who don't care about the old have compassion when they are old. The body is thin and the frequency is reduced, and the hair is thin and the crown is self-biased.
Waste books cherish eyes, and moxibustion is mostly for years. Classics are still familiar things, and people are like reading Sichuan.
It's lucky to think about it carefully, but it will succeed next time. Don't say Sang Yu is late, because it is still full of clouds.
Translation:
Who doesn't worry about being old, and who will show love to him when he is old? As the figure becomes thinner, the belt will become tighter and tighter, and the hat with sparse hair will lean to one side.
The reason why the book is put aside is to care for the eyes, because moxibustion is often used in the elderly and infirm. The more people who have experienced it, the more you can see it at a glance.
When you think about it, being old also has a good side. If you overcome the worry about old age, you will feel carefree and carefree. Don't say that it's nearly evening when the sun arrives in Sang Yu, and its afterglow can still shine all over the sky.
5. In Song Dynasty, Chen Shidao put forward a small chapter on wine except at night.
Original text:
At the end of the year, the guests in front of the lamp are not empty. In the troubled half life, there is nothing in the dream.
Short worry is white, bad face is red with wine. I sing and dance, so do I.
Translation:
A year will pass, where will this body be nailed? The guests under the lamp have not failed in their career ideals. Spending the first half of my life in worry is like a dream in reality and fantasy.
Sorrow and worry make hair short and white, and gaunt face turns red with alcohol. I sing, you dance, and we are poor and in roughly the same situation.
6. He's two hometown couplets in Tang Dynasty (I).
Original text:
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Translation:
I left my hometown when I was young and didn't come back until I was old. Although my accent hasn't changed, my hair on my temples has turned white.
Children in my hometown don't even know me when they see me. They asked me with a smile: Where did this guest come from?
7. Bai Pu's "Qingpingle Zhu Yan Grow Old" in Yuan Dynasty.
Original text:
Zhu Yan is old. How much has her white hair increased? The spring breeze of peaches and plums has passed, leaving a residual photo of Sang Yu.
There is no dust in the south of the Yangtze River, so an old friend is idle. Love to kill castle peak, castle peak may not keep people.
Translation:
The face of youth is getting old, and how many white hairs have been added to the sideburns? Peach, plum and spring breeze have all passed, and only the afterglow of the sunset reflects the long shadow of Sang Yu.
I came to Jiangnan again, without a trace of fireworks, and felt like an elegant idle cloud. I miss this castle peak and don't want to leave, but it may not stay with those who appreciate it forever.
8. Song of the Old Man by Wang Jian in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The white-haired old man went out of Beijing crying on the emperor's birthday.
Now the worship is more innovative, and half of the voices are sung wrong.
Translation:
The white-haired old man cried, and the Emperor Tai went out to Beijing for his birthday.
There are many ways to serve now, just because I sang half a song wrong.
2. 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 sky is falling, those who are still walking.
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 easily falls with the snow, and frosty 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 a 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 like silk, so you might as well shock your youth.
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.