What are the poems about moss?

A poem lamenting that hair becomes gray;

1, Shang Mo San

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Qiaodong beauty, spring is the time for silkworms to do it. Suddenly, a five-member galloped past here, and his horse was decorated with splendor and gold. I don't know which son came to make fun of Mulberry. Mulberry's man is Qin Luofu, and her beauty is famous all over the city. The green mulberry reflects her white and slender hands, and she is picking mulberry in the corner of Beijing. A high official like the king can't touch her, let alone Hu Qiu. Knowing that she loves green grass, Mingfeng lives on green trees. She has a favorite in her heart, only blaming others for being stupid and not knowing that she has entrusted it to others. Let them wait from the white sky until dusk and stop the car.

2. "backyard flower stone city or empty country"

Five Dynasties: Sun Guangxian

Shicheng is still an empty country, and the Forbidden City is spring. Seven feet of green hair and grass are rare. Yuying is dying, who knows better? Tang Ye, like weaving, only teaches people to add resentment and memories, and looks forward to infinity.

3. beginning of spring

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

In spring, the lettuce in the spring dish is fine, and I suddenly think of the time when Beijing plum blossoms are in full bloom. Dish out the white jade in the halls, and hand in hand to send the moss. The guests from afar in Ling Du were deeply moved by the eyes of the Han River in Wuxia. I don't know where to go, so I am looking for a poem.

4. "See white hair in the mirror"

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling

In the past, Qingyun was brilliant and white hair was wasted. But in the mirror, I feel sorry for myself.

5. Qiu Si Fisherman's Pride

Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.