Black hair suddenly turned into white hair, and red hearts turned to cold ashes.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . -Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
The actor's head turned white, and the beauty of the maid-in-waiting faded.
The evening is near the poor stone, and the morning is full of sorrow —— Qu Yuan's Li Sao in the pre-Qin period
In the evening, Fu Fei went back to the poor rock, and in the morning, he went to wash the dishes and wash his hair.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow. -Tang Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xiejilou Farewell to the School Book Uncle Yun"
In this world, if you can't be satisfied, it's better to have long hair and board a boat on the Yangtze River.
The immortal climbed the summit for me, symbolizing longevity. -Tang Li Bai, "Tian En Liu Yelang recalls the past, giving Jiang Taishou a good slaughter".
The immortal caressed the top for me and received the longevity charm.
With my mother, I bathe in the salty pool, and my mother is the daughter of the sun; -Qu Yuan's Nine Songs in the Pre-Qin Dynasty
I want to take a bath in the salty pool with you, and I want to dry my hair in the mountain nest with you.
In this place, Jing Ke bid farewell to Yan Taizi Dan, and the strong man was sad and sorrowful. -Don Robin Wang's Farewell to Xiao Shui
In this place, Jing Ke bid farewell to Yan Taizi Dan, and a strong man was filled with grief and indignation.
Don't sing white-haired yellow chicken, call it Zhang Zhang. Someone went back and wanted to be called. -Su Songshi's "Don't be surprised by the frost in Huanxisha"
Don't lament the passage of time when you are old, invite Zhang to play with you. I thought of you when I saw someone coming home.
She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers. -Don Du Fu's Beauty
I don't want to get stuck in my head when I pick flowers, but I like to pick cypress branches full of wrinkles.
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door. -Tang Li Bai's Long March, Part I
As soon as my hair is over my forehead, I'll play flower folding with you in front of the door.