No matter how beautiful a beautiful woman is, she has to sigh that she is old. Even those who have made great contributions to the world will eventually grow old. This is a metaphor. Time will eventually make people old and lose their youth.
The origin of this word is
Qu Yuan's Lisao in Chu Ci of the Warring States Period: "If the grass and trees are scattered, the beauty will be afraid of death."
I extracted the most famous paragraph from the original sentence for your reference.
Excerpts from the full text of Li Sao;
Hu Jiang left with Bi, thinking that she was admirable.
If I am not as good as me, I am afraid that my age is not with me.
Mulan Xi in the morning and maize in the evening.
The sun and the moon suddenly don't flood, and the spring and autumn have successively.
But the vegetation is scattered, and I am afraid that the beauty will come late.
Do not cherish the strong, abandon filth, why not change this degree?
Run with the horse and guide my husband first.
I also published a translation for your understanding.
I can't help worrying that beauty (referring to the king) will get old day by day when I think of the constant withering of vegetation. Old age: refers to old age. Time flies, the beauty's youth is like a fading plant. The author laments that the years are ruthless and there are not many days to come. He just wants to grasp the short life and achieve something.
Gu Long's martial arts novels are passionate swordsman's ruthless sword.
In this novel, he wrote: "The death of a beauty and the death of a hero are the most helpless sorrows in the world. This kind of sorrow is the most sympathetic and regrettable. "
The hero's ending means that the hero has reached the point where there is no way out. Describe a capable person to the point where there is no way out and nothing can be done.
Beauty is dying, the original intention is that people who have done something will get old gradually. A metaphor for feeling sad and resentful because of decline.
From Qu Yuan's Lisao in the Warring States Period: "Only the grass and trees are scattered, and the beauty is afraid of death."
At the thought of flowers and trees falling down and dying, I can't help worrying that beauty will get old. Time flies, the beauty's youth is like a fading plant.