White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
Long March
Author: Li Bai
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh. ...
Li Ang 1: Gong Ti.
Spring grass grows on the road and flowers bloom in the forest. What is the limit? No courtiers know.
Give Chu Shi eight guards.
Author: Du Fu
It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening.
Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight.
Two men who were young not long ago now have gray temples.
Li Bai: Six Poems of Visiting Mount Tai (from the Old Imperial Road to Mount Tai in April of the first year of Tianbao)
Occasionally, the value of children, green hair and double clouds. Laugh that I am a late fairy, and I am wasting my face. ....