Women whiten their hair and make their wives cry with surprise.
I don't know the color of silk, but I can get several autumns.
My hair has turned white. I get up in the morning to comb my hair. My daughter is surprised that her wife is crying. I don't know how many times I can survive the early autumn after the moss changes color.
2. Qiupu Song: The Fifteenth Song-Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
White hair as long as three thousands of feet, it is because of sadness that it grows so long. Somewhere in the mirror, autumn frost falls on my head.
3. "I will enter the wine, but I won't see you"-Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
What a lovely lock in the bright mirror in the high room, although the silky black turns into snow in the morning and at night.
Old parents lamented the white hair at the other end of the mirror, but it was still blue in the morning and turned into snow at night.
4. Caoqinghu in Longyang County-Tang Wenru in Yuan Dynasty
The autumn wind has blown, and Dongting Lake seems to be aging a lot. After a night of melancholy, Xiang Jun should have more white hair.
Completely drunk, I can't see the sky in the water. A ship full of dreams sank into the Milky Way.
The autumn wind blows hard, and Dongting Lake seems to be aging a lot. After a night of melancholy, Xiang Jun should have more white hair. When I was drunk, I forgot that the stars in the water were just reflections. In a clear dream, I was lying by the Tianhe River.
5. The Song of Autumn Pu-Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
Temple in autumn, once whispered, has declined.
Apes have white hair, both long and short.
When I entered Qiupu, I was worried about my temple all morning. The plaintive ape voice turned my white hair into a tangled thread.
2. Think of a poem, a person is worried about his hoary head. Nanxiangzi went to Jingkou, and Gu Beiting was pregnant with Xin Qiji.
Where to see China? Full of scenery, Gu Bei Building.
How many things have ups and downs, long years. The Yangtze River stretches as far as the eye can see.
I was too young to stop fighting in the southeast.
Who is the world hero? Cao Liu. Children should be like Sun Zhongmou.
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There must be few flowers in my hometown in the stormy night.
I was worried, idle and lonely, and happy for a year.
It's easy for people to get stuck in the flowers, inadvertently planting willows in the shade, and having small apricots and plums.
Well, the spring is long, the flowers are long, the yuan is right, and people are haggard.
Looking back on my past in China, I hate stars and can't bear to remember them.
But now, I see presbyopia, and when I get hurt, I clear my tears.
I am not afraid that every time I meet Huadu, I am afraid that I will taste it when I am old.
You must be drunk if you stay in chaos and borrow the moon from the clouds.
3. What are the poems that describe "growing old overnight"? 1. It is said that the young man is as beautiful as a fairy and should pity the Chinese Pulsatilla. -"Thinking"
2. Today's Doufang, the person in charge of Mingdangou. -"White-headed Song"
I touch my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. -"Hope in Spring"
4. The festival of youth is full of affection, but when you are old, you will know that you are emotional; It's useless, but just pray for wine and wine. -"Noon"
5. Qiupu apes are worried at night, and Huangshan Mountain is like a bald head. -"Song of Autumn Pu"
1. Thinking about Liu Xiyi
Li Huafeng, a peach blossom in Luoyang Oriental, flies around, and I don't know whose home it is.
Luoyang woman looks beautiful, sitting alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered plum blossoms, sighing long.
The peach blossom and plum blossom I saw this year have rotted in color. I wonder who can see the beautiful flowers in bloom next year?
I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea.
Old friends no longer lament that the peach blossoms are dying in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still falling in the wind.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.
Tell those young people in their prime that they should pity this half-dead old man.
Now he is white-haired and poor, but he is still a handsome young woman.
The old man in his later years once danced with the son of Yu Fangshu's son in the methotrexate song.
There are also beautiful decorative billiard tables like Guanglu Xun Imperial Guards and Horses in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and there are also those with colorful fairy painted in the mourning hall like Liang Ji.
When the old man is sick in bed, he is ignored. In the past, he had fun in the spring. Where is the Qing dance now?
How many times can a beautiful woman like a beautiful woman last? After a while, the crane was disheveled and pale as silk.
All the songs and dances of the ages, the birds left in the dusk are empty.
2. Singing Zhuo Wenjun with Whitehead
Love should be as pure as snow in the mountains and as bright as clouds on the moon.
I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you.
Today is like the last party, and tomorrow we will break up.
I moved my feet slowly along the edge of the road, and my past life flowed like water in a ditch, never returning.
When I decided to take the king away from home, I didn't cry like an ordinary girl.
I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever.
The love of men and women is as light and soft as a fishing rod, and the fish is as lovely as a living wave.
Men should attach importance to friendship, and there is no money to compensate for the loss of sincere love.
3. The Hope of Spring Du Fu
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
4. Yin at around 3 pm
Teenagers are more affectionate on holidays, but when they are old, they will feel sad;
It's useless, but just pray for wine and wine.
The temples add white heads every day, and pomegranates bloom every year;
Thousands of years of sages and fools are instantaneous, and several people are lost in several names.
5. Autumn Matsuura Li Bai
Qiupu apes are sad at night, and Huangshan Mountain is as white as a bald head.
Qingxi is not a long stream, but a heartbroken stream.
You can't go if you want to.
When to return to Japan, rain and tears are lonely.
4. What are the archaic sentences related to one-night sex? I know it's a dream, and I can't wait to grow old overnight.
A night of lovesickness and sorrow, a night of dreaming, a night of wind and rain, and a night of long hair. 、
The west wind blew the waves of the old Dongting, and Xiang Jun lost a lot of hair overnight.
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2. In the fight, Pojun was injured by the nameless firm but gentle shock, and her hair turned white overnight. In a rage, Pojun killed the nameless wife. The nameless wife was heartbroken, but she didn't know who the murderer was. She was disheartened and disappeared in the Jianghu.
3. Those who love him will live forever, those who hate him will die, and then those who love him will get happiness and sexual happiness one by one, and those who hate him will vomit blood or have white hair all night. This is Uber. Fire fighting prince
5. An ancient poem about sadness: 1 A goose leads a sad heart, and the mountain holds a good moon. -Li Bai
The bright moon does not return to the blue sea, and the white clouds are full of sorrow. -Li Bai
3. It's a feeling of parting from sorrow, especially in my heart. -Li Yu
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, and the nightingale should feel the cold moonlight. -Li Shangyin
6 drink and talk about self-blame, and sing and break the sorrow. -Du Fu
Mochow has no confidant in front of her, and no one in the world knows you. -Gao Shi
I haven't had presbyopia for 8 years, and I don't get sick when I'm worried. -Yang Wanli
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire. Ji Zhang
10 the river is sad at dusk, and the mountain is deep. -Du Fu
1 1 A flower flies away, but it is spring, and the wind is full of worries. -Du Fu
But I looked home, the twilight was getting thicker and the river waves were covered with a sad mist. Cui Hao
13 The Ming Dynasty was a lonely ship, and I was worried about seeing the wine curtain in He Qiao. -Dou Shu asked.
14 purple flowers are half blooming, chrysanthemums are quiet, and red clothes are full of lotus worries. -Zhao Wei
15 but since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we cut it with swords. -Li Bai
16 sunset tour of the five lakes, smoke waves everywhere. —— Xue Ying
17 white hair and three thousands of feet, sorrow is as long as long. -Li Bai
18 flower drift, one kind of acacia, two places of leisure. -Li Qingzhao
19 The fog is thick, the clouds are always sad, refreshed and the golden beast disappears. -Li Qingzhao
I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry. -Li Qingzhao
2 1 How can we avoid the sadness and hate in life? What is the limit of ecstasy alone! -Li Yu
22 Chunguang Town is empty, so why hate poverty? -Li Yu
23 pulley golden well phoenix tree is late, and several trees are shocked by autumn. Rain brings new sadness. -Li Yu
Cherry blossoms fall to the end of the stage, like a bed leaning against a fumigation cage. -Li Yu
Bananas do not show lilac knots, and the spring breeze is sad in the same direction. -Li Shangyin
When will the poplar and green grass stop? Tears and sadness are broken first. -money
Worry is endless, and the distance is like spring water. —— Ouyang Xiu
The bright moon building rests alone, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears. —— Fan Zhongyan
29 Chunjiang was in tears, endless and preoccupied. -Qin Guan
How worried are you at 30? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain. -He Zhu
3 1 It is he who brings sorrow in spring, but he can't understand where spring will go. -Xin Qiji
Worried about hurting Cui Dai's eyebrows, Huaer is alone every day. -Shi Dazu
Adding water to the river will make sadness fuller, straighter and farther. -Qu Dajun
6. What are the sentences that have a lot of white hair overnight? 1. He abandoned her, almost broke her heart and suddenly gave birth to a lot of white hair overnight.
2, poor two old people, all their savings were cheated out, and they grew old together overnight.
Her daughter died in a car accident. When she learned the bad news, her head turned white overnight.
Now she feels that youth is useless. She couldn't wait to spend the night with him, and her hair turned white in an instant.
5. Xiang Jun, the amorous goddess, also had a lot of white hair overnight because of her sad autumn.
6. Too much mental stress and work stress in life made her hair suddenly turn white overnight.
7. If I had known life was like a dream, I would have grown old overnight.
8. The pain and sadness in the past few days have made Lili lose a lot of hair overnight.
His father died, and his heart was extremely sad. Turned white overnight.
10, he soon fell ill because of excessive sadness. I also grew a lot of white hair overnight.
1 1, smiling, ten years old, always smiling, always healthy. Worrying about one thing turns white overnight, and worrying every day adds to illness and shortens life.
12, I missed you all night and couldn't sleep. I won't regret the widening of my belt, I will languish for you.
13, missing is a kind of poison, which always attacks at night when you are not around, spreads from the heart, invades the internal organs, numbs the brain and turns white overnight.
14, I don't know when it began to snow again. We walked along Gushan Road and suddenly turned white overnight.
15, in the vicissitudes of life, you worried about me all night, bent down, and I got nothing in return but gratitude.
7. Sorrow poems break the sand of Huanxi, break the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.
The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright. Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough.
Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown, but my heart is full of Fang Ting's collection in spring, the day when idle windows are sold, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and secluded. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook.
It is better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one is here, lonely as he Xun is in Yangzhou. Never, like rhyme, embarrassing rain, unbearable wind. Whose flute blows out deep sadness? If you don't hate the fragrance, you can't leave the canal to sweep the trace.
It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and it's still romantic. On the phoenix stage, I remembered that the flute was fragrant and cold, and I blushed, so I got up and combed my hair.
Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook. I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything.
New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn. Hugh. If you go back, you can't stay after going to Yangguan for thousands of times.
Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day.
Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then. The voice is searching slowly, cold and desolate, sad and miserable.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence! Appreciation of Two Poems of Li Yu's "Hui Huan" Yu went to the West Building alone without words, the moon was like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locked the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow.
It's not just the general taste. Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late.
When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. When is the autumn moon in Chris Lee, Yu Meiren, and how many people know its past?
The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it.
How much sadness can you have? It's just a river flowing eastward. "The bonus fades easily, and the water is infinite, which seems sad." "How can you avoid the sadness and hatred of life? How can you be alone? " The west wind is still shining, Han Jialing (Li Bai's Qin Yi E) is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the orchids are like towels.
Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan"). The Chu people want to hear Yao's resentment. At midnight in Xiaoxiang (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God"), the mountain temple searched for laurel seeds in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion watched the tide on the pillow. When I revisit my old place (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"), I hate it when I think about it until I return.
In the Ming dynasty, people leaned against the building (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc") wanted to be at dusk. When they are bored and leaning against the door alone (Bodhisattva Man in the text), they are all there. When they were heartbroken, Bai Bozhou (A Dream in the South of the Yangtze River) had not come home, and they must be heartbroken when they got home (Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man). Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Brothers"). Don't cry. Talk a lot (Niu Xiji's "Raw Tea Son"), and you are still in love.
In retrospect, when I remembered the green silk dress, I felt sorry for the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's Tea Son) and made a thousand wishes in front of the pillow. I want to have a rest and wait for Lan Qingshan to let her husband come back early, but I am deeply interested in looking back at Li Qingyun. Heritage is a double emerald.
Ride an elephant, first carry people over the water (Li Xun's Nanxiangzi). He often gets sick and drinks before sunrise. It is sad to leave Zhu Yan thin in the mirror (how many tears there are in Feng Yansi's Magpie Tread, leaning on it (Jing Li's Spread Huanxisha). I don't have a taste in my heart (Li Yu's Night Cry). How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu's Young Beauty), you can't rely on the fence alone, and it is infinite. It's easy to see when it's difficult.
Spring water has come out, and the slave of heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha") is hard to come out, so you can be merciful. (Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man) After the lonely people in other places dispersed, I looked at the residual smoke in a daze.
The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi.
(Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") For my heart and yours, I knew I remembered each other deeply (Gu Wei's "Confessions"). When does the green grass stop? Tears and sorrow have been broken first (Qian's "Yu Lou Chun"). Before, I felt sick and tired of perfume bottles. Today's fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Yu Lou Chun). The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns homesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's Sumugai). Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and people grow thousands of miles (Fan Zhongyan's "Forbidden City" tears have not yet arrived.
The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Everyone has come to this matter, and there is no intention to avoid it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing"). When will Chunchun go back? Looking in the mirror at night hurts the scenery. In the later period of the past, there was no choice but to remember the flowers in the province (Zhang Xian's Fairy). As if I had met Yan and returned, the small garden incense trail wandered alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"). I don't know if the bright moon will stay, but I will wear Zhu Hu (Yan Shu's butterfly lovers) to send a marker ruler. The mountains are long and the water is wide, and I don't know where (Yan Shu's) is. "
Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. (Song Qi's "Jade Home is Spring") March is coming.
It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian). The sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"), and tears are sprinkled on tourists. I hate the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu's Picking Mulberries) rushing by.
This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. (Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha") First sent to the spring, and then sent to the monarch.
To catch up with spring in the south of the Yangtze River, you must stay in spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator"), and Swift Qi Fei (Yan's "Linjiang Xian"). If you are afraid of meeting each other, it will be like a dream (Yan's "Partridge Sky"). If you sleep late, you will be unforgettable, heartless and heartbroken (Yan's Nanxiangzi)
8. Plum, a lyric poem by Li Qingzhao.
Red lotus root fragrance, jade lingering in autumn,
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book?
The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Bloom is full of flowers and flowing water.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation.
Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.
Li Qingzhao's Memories of Xiao Blowing the Phoenix Terrace
Golden man,
Turn red,
Get up and comb your hair.
Ren Baoyu was covered in dust,
Hang the curtain in the sun.
Afraid of parting,
How much do you want to say?
New and thin,
Non-dry wine,
Not a sad autumn.
Take a break,
Those who go back,
Millions of "sunshine passes",
It's hard to stay.
Studying in Wu Lingren,
Smoke locked on Qin Lou.
Only the running water in front of the building,
Thinking about me all day, staring at me.
Staring at this place,
Now it's added,
New sadness.
Zuihua Li Yin Qingzhao
The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
"Huanxisha" Li Qingzhao
In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor without words.
In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Li Qingzhao, Dianjiang lip
Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning over, just not in the mood. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Li Qingzhao, the order of a dream
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin. "
The same is true of the above two courses, I hope I can help you!