Poems that describe people’s tiredness and helplessness in life are shared below:
1. "Book of Love" Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
The green mountains in my eyes are unreachable, There is no trace of hair on the temples in the mirror. I just say that there is nothing wrong with me as I grow old, but I will have more things to do when I reach middle age.
Translation: I can see the green mountains with my eyes full, but I have no leisure to swim through them. The image of me in the mirror is already pale, and I feel helpless, so what can I do? When I was busy when I was young, I thought I would be relaxed and at ease when I get older, but now that I am middle-aged, I realize that there are more worldly things.
2. "Partridge Sky: Another Poem on the Chongjiu Banquet" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
You can frown if you have any leisure time. The old man has no thoughts and feels sad. Hundreds of years have passed, and the flowers and shades have turned, and everything will be known by looking at the hair on the temples. Pillow on the stream, chess among the bamboos. Afraid of finding wine company to lazily recite poems. I am very strong and strong, but I am only sick when I am young.
Translation: What is the reason for being so worried? Isn’t it because of the helplessness of old age and the miserable old age without any thoughts? A hundred years of life are just as erratic and hasty as the sunlight moving the shadows of flowers. Whenever I look in the mirror and see my temples turning gray, I feel even more discouraged and everything is in vain!
Every day I come to Xitou to spend my free time drinking drunkenly and playing chess in the bamboo forest. Where is the old excitement of inviting friends to get drunk, writing poems and reciting poems? Where is the spirit and spirit of the past that was fierce and competitive and unwilling to give up when others faced difficulties now? All that is left is the frailty at the beginning of a long-term illness!
3. "Send to Huang Jifu" Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
I live in Beihai and Nanhai, and I can't thank you for sending a letter to Huang. Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years. There are only four walls to run a household, but there are only three walls to cure diseases. I imagine that my head has turned white when I read, and the ape across the stream is crying because of the miasma of vines in the stream.
Translation: I live on the northern coast, and you live on the southern coast. You want to ask the swan geese to pass the message, but it cannot fly to Hengyang. Back then, I watched the peach and plum blossoms and drank fine wine under the spring breeze. I was in a state of decline. It has been ten years since we parted ways. I often looked at the lonely lamp, listened to the autumn rain, and missed you.
You only have four empty walls to support your livelihood. This is how difficult it is. The ancients became good doctors after breaking their arms three times, but I hope you don't do this. I wish you were poor and self-sufficient and studied hard, but now your hair has turned white. Across the mountain stream full of miasma, apes are wailing and clinging to the ivy in the deep forest.