There are those ancient poems describing youth.

During Xie Lingyun in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, it was sunny in the evening and the clouds returned to the West. The dense forest is clear and the mountains are hidden in the distance. It was a touch of bitterness for a long time, and the hotel overlooks the suburbs. Perrin was gradually lost, and Hibiscus originated late. I am not tired of my youth. I've seen Zhu Ming move. I feel sorry for things, and the stars have turned white. When the bait stopped, my illness disappeared at once. I will die. Thank you for your conscience. I cherish the flowers and sing Tang Baojun's emblem, and the poor colors are all young. I saw the flowers burning yesterday, but now I want to see them fall. It's best to make full use of it, don't wait for the spring breeze to blow away. I sang and danced for a long time and cooked fragrant flowers in a red stove. After I put on makeup, I sang and swam freely, and I returned the fragrant branches to the bridal chamber alone. It's already very cold, and the autumn sky is also very cold. Farewell to Tang Du Mu, a good friend for ten years, with both fame and fortune. Everyone is fighting for his own life. Youth cannot stay, but white hair grows naturally. The night rain drips homesickness, and the autumn wind follows other feelings. 50 miles away, the horse chased the chicken. Seeing Li Qinggui off to Huayangchuan, Li Tang, Bai Bo, and Yang Xian's family seem to be young. The moon and the moon are in a secret cave, and Xia Yun died. It's refreshing and innocent. Don't be a thousand. Jade spurs a horse to grow. Incense and Xun's orders were pitiful, but Fu Fenhe Lang was puzzled. At dusk, people play flute and willow flute, and passers-by give directions to Fengtai. In March, I walked through the Palace, and the Tang Canal was covered with imperial walls, with petite wind and Ye Xuee's makeup. The curtain can be locked for thousands of years. The title of the play was given to two young people, Liu Tang Evergreen, who lived in a foreign land and had many children. I want to grow old. The whole family is just a towel. It is a fire to persuade coke to hit it with a stone, but it is not smokeless. When people start learning, they don't learn unnatural things. He has to do everything himself, and he has to be virtuous. Youth must be early, how can we grow into a teenager? Only recently did I feel sorry for my youth. Apricot flowers and willows are good every year, and I can't bear to look back at old photos. The topic of Lu's eating new water pavilion sent Zhu Jingxian Dan to Langzhong Tang eaves to fall from the mountain spring. Twilight hangs the waning moon, and the night sound is complicated. Youth fades away like water. When will happiness come back? So the youth (poetry) begonia has withered, and the beautiful and sad title page written on begonia is blowing in the wind. Wiggle wiggle has been laughing like that, so melancholy and sad, just like a plaster stuck on his heart, one after another, one window after another, a string of lights. Those scattered figures, those strange windows, rainy and monotonous colors flooded in like dreams, their footsteps changed and others left. Heavy, idle, blind and crowded birds fly overhead day after day until the dead of night, and they overhear some old songs. Those figures just passed through the dreamland in front of them, and then bloomed again. One begonia after another has withered, and the title page written on it is beautiful and sad in the wind. Wiggle wiggle keeps the title: Youth: Tang Author: Han Wo Type: Seven Laws Content. -Happy guests are drunk. Once your temples are gray, you will never be happy. When you are not old, you will feel that the sun and the moon are driving. When you are tired of listening to happiness, you will still want to sleep after eating. Spring is just like a dream, no longer sad and haggard. Send a message to a young man and try to have sex in spring. Don't blame him for his decline, but it is natural to be strong and different.