The white hair is three thousand feet, and the fate is as long as the worry. Li Bai's "Qiupu Song"
If you are passionate, you should laugh at me, and you will be born early. Su Shi's "Reminiscence of the Past at Red Cliff"
A diligent man with white hair dismounts from his horse to illuminate the clear stream. Wang Anshi's "Moling Road"
I don't see you. The bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
Li Bai's "About to Enter the Wine"