How long am I?
The day in the temple has turned white.
Pitch between heaven and earth.
When can I be a guest?
Disappointed with mountains and clouds.
Day and night are empty.
What matters is when people.
The East City is strange to the South.
Bai Juyi with white hair
When the white hair knows the season, the darkness is with me.
Today, in the sun, comb off a few stems.
My family doesn't like it, so I sympathize with you
I don't know what's wrong with my cloud.
Ordinary people are 30 years old, strong outside and weak inside.
But thinking about sleeping and eating is reduced by 20 hours.
Besides, I'm forty years old and I'm in poor shape.
The bookworm lost his eyes and the wine made him sick.
Dear, the days are falling, those who are still leaving.
For a long time, nothing will happen. It's too late.
From the world to the old age, three diseases appeared one after another.
There is no cure in this world except the idea of lifelessness.
Bai Juyi sighed with white hair under the cherry blossoms.
Flowers are good and decline with age.
Red cherry blossoms are full of sunshine and have half a head of white hair.
He who leans against a tree is silent for a long time and climbs late.
The breeze sighs and the snow is like silk.
Bai Juyi with white hair
Snow hair falls with the comb, and frost hair hangs on the temples.
Add the old smell and replace the old container.
Although it is as long as paint, it is always a flawless silk.
I hate being in the mirror when my head is half black and half white.
Bai Juyi with white hair
It has been 30 years since it happened, and now it is time to burn it out.
Singing all day like crazy, and being sick for a long time like a thin fairy.
Bajie held incense seals at night and read Jolie in three yuan.
The rest will be cleaned up in spring, and you will get drunk if you are not idle.
White-haired Wang Wei sighed.
In the past, Zhu Yan became a twilight tooth, and his white hair drooped in an instant.
How many sad things there are in life, don't sell them to the empty city.
White-haired Wei
It's still the fallen leaf, and I know nothing about it. At first, the silk thread was difficult to separate and the flowers were intertwined.
People on the job tend to go downhill. I'm still young.
Baifa Cen Can
White is just on the side, and there is nothing you can do about it. There are more temples than stems at present.
White hair talks
Whitening and combing your hair, a woman surprises her wife with tears. I don't know the color of silk, but I can get several autumns.
Looking in the mirror, white hair is bright and unique, Quan Deyu.
Qiu Lai, with a bright white beard, tried to get rid of the drunkenness of hairpin.
A nice song is also fun, and children and grandchildren are laughing and pulling clothes.
He Baiyu's legal right is Deyu
See white hair today, bright in the mirror. At first glance, the frost is simple and the iron crown is slightly reflected.
There are many things under the curtain, and Zhou Xing is famous. Time flies without a sigh, too dull.
Liu Zongyuan, a pomegranate with white hair planted in the sea.
After planting love and fragrance for several years, rhyme and beauty are actually different.
From then on, let's stop talking about spring sex and regard it as an ancient wood against a declining man.
Sighing white hair in the mirror, Lv Wen
Pan and I are three years old and still living in my temple.
Even if he can arrive early, he will know not to be a blackhead.
Twelve Poems of Yuefu by Li He, a White-haired Man in Yuan Zhen, Shang Yang
In Tianbao year, flowers and birds are used as ambassadors, and flowers and birds are full of spring thoughts. Imperial edicts full of ink,
Go upstairs and get half drunk. Drunk straight into the house, the boudoir shall not be stolen,
Lovers care for concubines, and daughters weep for blood. One in ten people need to change clothes,
Always deserve to be a palace maid. The imperial horse ran south and called for a horse to kick, and the maid-in-waiting 3 thousand was abandoned in the palace.
As soon as the palace gate is closed, it is full of flowers and moss. On a moonlit night,
It's dark and windy in autumn pool. Day after day, I look at all the doors, but I can't see the situation in front of them all my life.
In recent years, several people have been sent to celebrate the Nangong. I'm sorry that this song will be creepy,
I would rather have a deep grievance and a sour nose. This generation of cheap wives have nothing to say. Di Zi Tiansun was called expensive in ancient times.
The king has been in power for forty years, with seven houses and six palaces. Emperor Yangdi divided his forces to attack the city,
Su Zongxue Yin has no official position. The king has no concubine and husband, and yang is strong and yin is immoral.
How can a woman follow the crowd and send it from her husband to a man as a collection?
The rising sun and white-haired people-resentment is also Bai Juyi.
Shang Yang people, beauty is black, white hair is new. The green jailer guarded the gate of the palace,
How many springs are there when the sun is off? Xuanzong entered the primary election at the end of the year, aged 16 and 60.
At the same time, more than 100 people were selected, who were deeply disabled. Recall the past, swallow your sadness, leave your loved ones,
Please get on the bus and don't cry. When the clouds are fashionable, they are grateful, their faces are like hibiscus, and their chests are like jade.
The king was not allowed to meet, and Yang Fei squinted at him. Jealousy made you sneak into the sun palace,
I have stayed in an empty room all my life. Leave it blank, the autumn night is long, and the night is sleepless.
The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window. In late spring,
It's hard to sit alone at night. Gong Ying is full of anxiety and disgust, and Liang Yan is always jealous.
The warbler's cry goes to Yan quietly, and the spring goes without remembering the year. Looking at the deep palace and the bright moon,
Things are four or five hundred yuan. Now the palace is the oldest, and everyone named it Shangshu.
Small-headed shoes with narrow clothes and slender indigo eyebrows. Outsiders should laugh if they can't see it,
Tianbao's makeup in his later years. Shang Yang people suffered the most. Less is bitter, always bitter,
How about suffering less and suffering more? Don't you see, in the past, Lu gave a gift to a beautiful woman,
I didn't see the song of Yang and Bai Fa today.
Baifa Yindu Xunhe
One stem and two stems are like silk at the beginning, so you may wish to be surprised when you are a teenager. Some people came here in troubled times,
Why am I full of sadness today? Nine turns to win Dionysus pills, and five tones are not like poetry.
The home mountain is more than 10,000 feet green, and the quinoa sticks lose the old man.
Self-sufficiency in white hair
I don't dye or tweezers, which makes my head full of hair. Although the white one has no drug resistance, the black one can't help falling.
Lying quietly listening to cicadas and watching the water flow. I can't get this far, mostly because I am worried.
Xibaifa Wang Mian
It is not surprising that the eyebrows are yellow. It is best to comb your hair and cover your face with silk.
From ancient times to the present, who can escape, can enjoy it now.
Never pity the snow-colored light mirror, but prefer the frosted flower lining.
Everything is the fairest for him, and it is idiotic to always try to make mistakes.
Journey to the white-haired land
This year, my white hair has doubled, and I can't support myself behind closed doors.
Cattle and sheep are covered with wild frost, and crops are covered with clouds.
After cooking in the afternoon, take out the millet and wrap it in thick glutinous rice.
Self-pity did not waste poetry, and father and son Peng Chuang remembered it.
Journey to the white-haired land
White hair with thousands of stems and green temples, lying and watching herons stab into the sky.
I have been stealing tributes and happiness all my life, but I have returned to my hometown.
If you sit still, you will have no books to read, and the rest of your life will depend on the Buddha.
You see, the world is cold, and it will take a long time to sift wine!
Journey to the white-haired land
Illness invades the prime of life, and fear is not as good as white; Be a long-distance guest by the needle stone occasionally.
After seventy years of travel, frost and snow are full of troubles. Although the eyes and ears are weak, they are not separated from others.
Zhuoying thousands of hectares of lakes, send five acres of houses.
Big cloth sewing robe, southeast.
Journey to the white-haired land
I have a lot of life, and I have 10% of the way to go.
Sadness was burning, and I was surprised to see my cheeks and skull.
There is a slight autumn wind, and there is cold rain.
Stars are rare in the beginning and cannot be removed.
Yesterday was like a willow in spring, but now it has withered with frost.
Peng is withered and green. How can he miss me?
Outside the square, it is impregnable, and its fame is rare.
Throw tweezers and sigh, then there is no book!
Journey to the white-haired land
Mix's white hair touches the waves and blows the southwest thatched cottage.
Drinking water and reading books are also fun, and Dumen is sick and tired.
Turned into a five-acre plow, who still remembers the three dynasties holding Ji Lang! Just like a few chrysanthemums on the edge of the fence, they are still frost-resistant.
When you look in the mirror when you are sick, you will be seventy in ten winter and summer.
The short temple is depressed and lost, and the world is really like a postal kiosk.
This made Guan dream for ten years and didn't sleep for three days.
It's hard to build a book, but who listens to the iron song? If the guest comes to find a place to go, he will sleep leisurely and lean on the screen.
White-haired Wang Anshi
After a long time, it should be flying all over the sky. I cherish the scarf as soon as possible.
All kinds of spring breeze don't last long, and the stars and the moon are still thin.
Answer to Wang Anshi by Dai Bai method
From decline to white, I don't blame Changqing for going against my will.
Look at the spring strips, as the days grow, the autumn leaves will be sparse to people.
What does Qiu sigh with white-haired poems?
Silk white is not difficult to dye.
Peng Sheng is straightforward and helpful.
Only see the stars.
Unique, different.
Fourteen or fifteen years ago.
Frank is cheap.
The quilt is brown.
I dare not admire Huai Zhu.
It's too late to talk about it now.
A tired baby is very ill.
Unfortunately, it was born at the right time.
It is necessary to get lost.
The suburbs of Guo Qin are two hectares.
The shape is very different.
Dried mussels trap fish.
The caged bird touches the four corners.
The wall still stands at night.
Thank you for your happiness.
Moonlight tree near the window.
The sound of insects is the center of this family.
A moth puts out a fire.
Autumn leaves are flying.
Get a crane, anything.
Violate customs, etc.
If old friends hadn't abandoned them.
Begging for my valley