A poem describing the old man lamenting that he is old.

1, Laomucangbo is infinitely sad in the ancient wind and frost. Two Poems about Climbing Yueyang Tower in Song Dynasty: Chen

Go upstairs and pay homage to the ancients. It's already a temple cream. Looking at the ancient trees in the distant mountains, there is infinite sadness.

2, poetry wine is still driving, do not have to take into account the white-headed people. Looking for flowers in the river: Du Fu in Tang Dynasty

But at present, poetry and wine can still be driven away by me, so there is no need to bear any psychological burden for me as a bald man.

3, add white heads to the day, pomegranate is bright every year; Thousands of years of sages and fools are instantaneous, and several people are lost in several names. "Dragon Boat Festival" Tang Dynasty: Yin?

The sideburns are getting whiter every day, and pomegranate flowers are shining like red brocade, which should bloom every year; Alas, in the face of years, sages and fools are passers-by. Who knows how many people are unknown in history and how many people are famous?

I touch my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. "Spring Hope" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

I was so worried that I scratched my head and thought that my white hair was getting shorter and shorter, and I could hardly insert my hair.

5. While enjoying the scenery in the alley. My white-haired, white-haired people, no one is after exhaling. Only my daughter sat on her shoulder with her company. On the eleventh day of the first month, the partridge watched the lanterns.

The scenery on the street, while enjoying the lanterns, the gauze lanterns of Hao Gui's house have not been extinguished, and the horses outside the door are already roaring. I, a white-haired common people, have no followers crowding round. Only the little girl who accompanied me sat on her shoulder.