Flowers bloom overnight, don't wait for the breeze to blow.
In case of rain and dew, everyone supports and helps Gan Kun.
Both the south branch and the north branch are in spring.
Slippery songs and hair falling, makeup dancing and sweat dyeing.
Poetry is ashamed of Jin and Song Dynasties, and short life is dry Kun.
When Mei Danglong is on the dragon, people return to the dragon.
In the past, Qingyun was brilliant and white hair was wasted.
Although my head is full of white hair, I can talk about a spring.
The cable flows eastward to the shore and returns to the site.
The frost is as clear as a mirror, and the mysterious hair is gradually embarrassing.
Put your hair in the forest and lie in the battlements for three years.
Short worries reduce, autumn frost deepens the mirror. ?
Short hair before frost, flowers in the mirror.
The mountains are green, the water is blue, they are white and single-minded.
Looking forward to the mirror, white hair feels wasted.
If the hair is messed up, the intestines will spoil the soup.
White hair and a thousand stems of snow, cold window lazy to write books.
Today's Zhu is a white-haired man in the Ming Dynasty.
Flowers and birds are still singing, and they are fascinated when they walk.
A bed of spring rain is enough, but the green hair scissors still exist.
The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains.
When those red berries came in spring, Qiu Lai lost their branches. ?
Forget Chiyouzu, you will lose your hair in the air.
Purple blossoms in the frost, golden eagle dew.
I remember the beginning of the past. My temples were as black as paint.
E-bamboo sail must be delivered early, and the bright moon by the river is reserved for you.
Take good care of my sad white hair in the mirror and make good use of your youth.
I don't know if it started in the near future, but it is suspected that it has not been sold by Chun Xue.
At that time, a hundred flowers were blooming, and I just picked a white flower for you, a woman with white skin.
Young and vigorous, he began to believe that the Tao in his chest was disgusting.
In a catkin flying season, I told my hometown Luoyang that I came to Hunan thousands of miles away in the winter when plum blossoms were in full bloom.
Fifty-year-old Weng has twenty wives, his eyes are pale and his head is low.
The oblique view is unfinished, and it is more important to see the moonlight and the night.
Willow green apricot blossoms bloom, and teenagers turn homesick by mistake.
Tie a round lotus flower first and don't comb it. Ye Zhou lives in the house.
You are still a seaside guest. Look at the early plum blossom.
The canoe has a canopy with leaves and a rustling crane on it.
I have seen that when the altar rises and the hair falls, the cold shadow of Galilee's clothes remains.
The moon shines in the shadow of the mountain, and I realize that there are many white hairs this year.
It is still difficult to report the importance of virtue, which is why the stars are white.
The disciple of Liyuan was injured in spring, and something new happened overnight.
It's hard for me to admit anything personal, no matter who is right or wrong.
Naturally, the smoke and water in the five lakes are good, and the dust in Donghua is buried with yellow hair.
People who bake rabbits don't come back until they are drunk. There are 3,000 rounds before asking for bottles.
Call Xiang Yu for me, there are many children in Jiangdong.
I am sick and worried, and I know that I am old before I get old.