And loudly my songs, deeply my drink, youth is a good companion to go home. Imperial army recovered Du Fu on both sides of the Yellow River.
I stroke my white hair. It has become too thin, and there is no room for hairpins anymore.
The sky doesn't shine on things, and the clouds are boundless. Wang Anshi doesn't take care of things during the day
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. Qiu Pu Ge Li Bai
White hair floating green water, red palm stirring clear waves. The swan song king.