Poems that are afraid of parents' old age

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

Homesickness is even more timid, and I dare not ask a question. (Suitable for the elderly to return home or wander)

The frosty autumn leaves are redder than the flowers in February (praise the old man)

Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.

Since ancient times, beauty is like a good general, and it is forbidden to meet each other. (The general's ending and the death of a beautiful woman are all lamentable. Time is the knife that kills pigs. )

Lian Po is too old to eat.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

There are many more, which I can't remember at the moment.