Described many poems.

Have you ever seen that the strands of hair in the mirror on the high building are still silky black in the morning, and at night, they become Li Bai's snow.

Qi mo Xiang floats like a line, and time is like electricity. journey

The good times are long and wasted, and the amorous feelings of absolute beauty have been secretly betrayed. Bai Juyi

But time flies like an arrow, and I don't know if the sky is bent like a bow. Wei Zhuang