Poetry lamenting the change of black hair to gray hair:
1. "Mo Shang Sang"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Beauty Wei Qiao In the east, silkworm production is still around in spring. The five horses are like flying dragons, with green hair and golden veins. I don’t know whose family they are, but they are teasing each other. I am from Luofu, Qin Dynasty. I am famous for my beauty and beauty. The green strips reflect the plain hands, picking mulberries towards the corner of the city. If you don't care about it, let's talk about Qiu Hu again. The cold grass loves the green grass, and the singing phoenix lives on the green parasol. There is a place for support, but it is strange that others are foolish. It's just day and night, high in the sky and hesitating.
2. "Flowers in the Back Garden: The Stone City is Still Empty River Country"
Five Dynasties: Sun Guangxian
The Stone City is still Empty River Country, and the Forbidden City is in spring. Seven feet of green silk and fragrant grass are rare. When the jade beauty withers away, how can anyone recognize it? The wild tang is like weaving, which only makes people feel resentful and regretful.
3. "The Beginning of Spring"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
On a spring day, I was serving a plate of thin lettuce, and suddenly I recalled the plum blossoms in the two capitals. The white jade from the high family is displayed on the plate, and the green silk is given by the delicate hand. Looking at the cold river in Wuxia Gorge, Du Ling is very sad for the distant visitors. I don't know where I will end up, so I'm looking for a piece of paper to write a poem about.
4. "Looking in the Mirror and Seeing White Hair"
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling
The years of white hair have been wasted in the past. Who knows that in the bright mirror, the shadows look pitiful to each other.
5. "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"
Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan
The scenery is strange when autumn comes under the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds ring out from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke sets, the sun sets, and the lonely city closes. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people can't sleep, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears.