Looking back, this year has passed, and all the bitterness is sweet. The night is dim, and I have no sleep to read and listen to the spring talk. Every day is a new one, and I am no longer at leisure, watching the moonlight-filled stars go all the way.
There is only white hair in a fair world, and there is no pity for your head. (Tang) Du Mu's "A Unique Skill of Sending a Hermit"
Have you noticed that the water of the Yellow River comes from all over the world, enters the ocean and never returns? Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night.
I like singing at dusk, and green hills are shining everywhere.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, it's white and sad. (Song) Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"
The prime of life no longer comes, and it will be difficult to wake up one day. (Gold) Tao Yuanming's Miscellaneous Poems