The sound of the ape makes the hair turn white, and the length becomes silk. ---Li Bai's "Qiupu Song"
What's the point of sighing when my spirits refused to calm down and my hair was as white as silk. ---Li Bai's "There is a Wine Shop in front of me"
Who can write the Taixuan Sutra in Baishou? ---Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing"
When you are undressing your temples by the window, you are looking at the mirror with yellow decals. ---"Mulan Ci"
My yellow hair hangs down, and I am content with myself. ---Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Spring"
I didn't comb my hair in the past, and my hair was draped over my shoulders; I stretched my legs gracefully, and there was nothing pitiful about it. Wei Niang's hair was too thin to be combed. ---Li He's "Hao Ge"
The bun is loosely tied and made of lead. ---Sima Guang's "Moon on the West River"
Don't wait, the young man's head is white, and the sky is full of sorrow---Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"
White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river Nagisa are used to watching the autumn moon Spring Breeze---Yang Shen's "Linjiang Fairy"
The young man left home and his boss came back, but his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded. ---He Zhizhang's "Book of Returning to Hometown"
I am wandering around my homeland. I am so affectionate that I should laugh at me, and I will be born early. ---Su Shi's "Niannujiao, Chibi Nostalgia"
The children of the Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e of the Jiaofang is old. ---Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
Looking in the morning mirror but worried about the change of clouds on the temples, chanting at night should feel the cold moonlight. ---Li Shangyin's "Untitled"
The jade pot is made of green silk. How late is it to sell wine?
---Li Bai's "The Wine Is Not Here"
Don't wait, the young man's head will turn gray, and he will feel empty and sad---Yue Fei's "All the Rivers Are Red"