Don’t be lonely when I meet you. As you age, you will no longer be as happy as you are now. ——"Dan Ge Xing" Zhang Ji
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. ——"Occasionally Returning to Hometown" He Zhizhang
The good peanuts are at the end of the tree, but the decaying Hui is worried about the empty garden. ——"Miscellaneous Songs and Songs? December Musical Songs? July" Li He
The wind in the tongs is frightening, the strong men are suffering, the lamps are fading and the wefts are weeping in the cold weather. ——"Autumn Comes" Li He
Shenglan sees off guests on the Xianyang Road. If the sky is affectionate, the sky will also grow old. ——"The Chinese Song of the Golden Bronze Immortal" Li He
The beauty is as beautiful as yesterday, and the temples are fading like autumn. ——"Send Chen Canjun in Youzhou to take office and send a hometown tune to his elders" Lu Zhaolin
A good figure has abandoned his donation, and his decline is a drama. ——"Li Bai, who was sick in Huainan, wrote a book and sent it to Zhao Zhengjun and Rui in Sichuan"
The essence is getting dirty, and aging depends on the cause. ——"Farewell to Yuan Danqiu in Yingyang and Huaiyang" Li Bai
The high banks of the Zhuohe River have been demolished, and the ancient city is empty with decayed grass. ——"Send the Monk on a Tour to Wutai" Guanxiu
There are three deserted villages where willows have been declining for more than a hundred years. ——"Tian Jia Zuo" Huangfu Ran
We don't know each other when we are declining, and we have passed each other at the end of the year. ——Li Duan in "Shu Zhi Gong Chang Dang"
The young man once lost his place, and he has nowhere to turn to in his twilight years. ——"Answers to the Elders in the Village" Li Duan
The decree of heaven sets four seasons, and there are regular periods of prosperity and decline. ——"Sin Pine" Meng Jiao
The young man has a schedule, and the old man runs for ten days. ——"Out of the East Gate" Meng Jiao
The sun brings glory when you are young, and the sun brings sorrow when you grow old.
——"Winter" Meng Jiao