The day in the temple has turned white. Pitch between heaven and earth.
When can I be a guest? Disappointed with mountains and clouds.
Day and night are empty. What matters is when people.
The East City is strange to the South. White hair makes it easy for white hair to know the season, which is dark to me.
Today, in the sun, comb off a few stems. My family doesn't like it, so I sympathize with you
I don't know what's wrong with my cloud. Ordinary people are 30 years old, strong outside and weak inside.
But thinking about sleeping and eating is reduced by 20 hours. Besides, I'm forty years old and I'm in poor shape.
The bookworm lost his eyes and the wine made him sick. Dear, the days are falling, those who are still leaving.
For a long time, nothing will happen. It's too late. From the world to the old age, three diseases appeared one after another.
There is no cure in this world except the idea of lifelessness. Under the cherry blossoms, white hair grows easily everywhere, and it will decline with age.
Red cherry blossoms are full of sunshine and have half a head of white hair. He who leans against a tree is silent for a long time and climbs late.
The breeze sighs and the snow is like silk. White hair easily falls with the snow, and frosty hair hangs on the temples.
Add the old smell and replace the old container. Although it is as long as paint, it is always a flawless silk.
I hate being in the mirror when my head is half black and half white. It's been 30 years since the white hair came into being, but now it's coming out.
Singing all day like crazy, and being sick for a long time like a thin fairy. Bajie held incense seals at night and read Jolie in three yuan.
The rest will be cleaned up in spring, and you will get drunk if you are not idle. Sighing the past of the white-haired king has become a twilight tooth, and the white hair has become drooping for an instant.
How many sad things there are in life, don't sell them to the empty city. White-haired sigh, Wei is still that leaf, it is a lonely mirror.
At first, the silk thread was difficult to separate and the flowers were intertwined. People on the job tend to go downhill. I'm still young.
Sighing with white hair, Cen Can's white hair is partial, and people are helpless. There are more temples than stems at present.
The white hair sighs that Lu Lun combs her hair, and the woman surprises her wife with tears. I don't know the color of silk, but I can get several autumns.
Looking in the mirror, I can see that the white hair and stems are bright and unique. Qiu Lai and Quan Deyu, with a bright white beard, tried to get rid of the drunkenness of hairpin. A nice song is also fun, and children and grandchildren are laughing and pulling clothes.
And royal white hair Quan Deyu white hair see today, virtual Zhai Xiao Kagami Akira. At first glance, the frost is simple and the iron crown is slightly reflected.
There are many things under the curtain, and Zhou Xing is famous. Time flies without a sigh, too dull.
At the beginning, Liu Zongyuan, a sea pomegranate planted in the topic of white hair, has been planted for several years, and the rhyme and beauty are actually different. From then on, let's stop talking about spring sex and regard it as an ancient wood against a declining man.
Sighing in the mirror, Lu Wen is three years older than Pan Caiyue. He sees stars on his temples. Even if he can arrive early, he will know not to be a blackhead.
Twelve Poems of Yuefu was written by Li Xiao, a white-haired man, and Yuan Zhen was an emissary of flowers and birds in Tianbao period. Imperial edicts full of ink, I went upstairs and got half drunk.
Drunk straight into the Qing family, boudoir can not be stolen, lover died of concern, daughter cried for my blood. One in ten people should change clothes and be maids forever.
The imperial horse ran south and called for a horse to kick, and the maid-in-waiting 3 thousand was abandoned in the palace. As soon as the palace gate is closed, it is full of flowers and moss.
On a moonlit night, listening to the sound of water drops, the autumn pool is dark and windy. Day after day, I look at all the doors, but I can't see the situation in front of them all my life.
In recent years, several people have been sent to celebrate the Nangong. I'm sorry that this song will be biting. I want to get back at my nose.
This generation of cheap wives have nothing to say. Di Zi Tiansun was called expensive in ancient times. The king has been in power for forty years, with seven houses and six palaces.
Suiyang branch attacked the feudal city, and Su Zong had no official position in blood and yin. The king has no concubine and husband, and yang is strong and yin is immoral.
How can a woman follow the crowd and send it from her husband to a man as a collection? White-haired people in the sun-resentful and broad-minded, Bai Juyi is easy to go to the sun, and the beauty is dark and new.
Green guards the palace gate. As soon as the sun closes, it is spring. Xuanzong entered the primary election at the end of the year, aged 16 and 60.
At the same time, more than 100 people were selected, who were deeply disabled. Recalling the past, I fought back my grief and said goodbye to my loved ones. I helped myself into the car instead of teaching me to cry.
When the clouds are fashionable, they are grateful, their faces are like hibiscus, and their chests are like jade. The king was not allowed to meet, and Yang Fei squinted at him.
Jealousy makes you sneak into the palace and stay in the empty room all your life. Leave it blank, the autumn night is long, and the night is sleepless.
The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window. It's late spring, so it's hard to sit alone at night.
Gong Ying is full of anxiety and disgust, and Liang Yan is always jealous. The warbler's cry goes to Yan quietly, and the spring goes without remembering the year.
Just look at the deep palace and the bright moon, and the object is round four or five hundred times. Now the palace is the oldest, and everyone named it Shangshu.
Small-headed shoes with narrow clothes and slender indigo eyebrows. Outsiders should laugh if they can't see it.
Shang Yang people suffered the most. Less is bitter, always bitter, less is bitter, always bitter.
You can't see the beauty of Lu tribute in those days, nor can you see Yang Guifei and white-haired songs today. About Du Xunhe's white-haired song, one stem and two stems start with silk, so you may wish to be surprised when you are a teenager.
Several people have experienced this kind of thing in troubled times, and today I am full of sadness. Nine turns to win Dionysus pills, and five tones are not like poetry.
The home mountain is more than 10,000 feet green, and the quinoa sticks lose the old man. Don't dye your hair or pull it out with tweezers, let it grow full of hair.
Although the white one has no drug resistance, the black one can't help falling. Lying quietly listening to cicadas and watching the water flow.
I can't get this far, mostly because I am worried. It is not surprising that Wang Mian likes white hair and his brow is yellow. It is better to comb his hair and cover his face with silk.
From ancient times to the present, who can escape, can enjoy it now. Never pity the snow-colored light mirror, but prefer the frosted flower lining.
Everything is the fairest for him, and it is idiotic to always try to make mistakes. This year, the white hair has doubled, and the old man can't support himself.
Cattle and sheep are covered with wild frost, and crops are covered with clouds. After cooking in the afternoon, take out the millet and wrap it in thick glutinous rice.
Self-pity did not waste poetry, and father and son Peng Chuang remembered it. White-haired, with thousands of stems and fine green temples, lying and watching herons stab into the sky.
I have been stealing tributes and happiness all my life, but I have returned to my hometown. If you sit still, you will have no books to read, and the rest of your life will depend on the Buddha.
You see, the world is cold, and it will take a long time to sift wine! White hair and land diseases invade the prime of life, and fear is not as good as white; Be a long-distance guest by the needle stone occasionally. After seventy years of travel, frost and snow are full of troubles. Although the eyes and ears are weak, they are not separated from others.
Zhuoying thousands of hectares of lakes, send five acres of houses. Big cloth sewing robe, southeast.
I have a lot of life when I travel with white hair, and I leave the road at night 10%. Sadness was burning, and I was surprised to see my cheeks and skull.
There is a slight autumn wind, and there is cold rain. Stars are rare in the beginning and cannot be removed.
Yesterday was like a willow in spring, but now it has withered with frost. Peng is withered and green. How can he miss me?
Outside the square, it is impregnable, and its fame is rare. Throw tweezers and sigh, then there is no book! Traveling with white hair, rustling with white hair, touching the waves, swishing the southwest thatched cottage.
Drinking water and reading books are also fun, and Dumen is sick and tired. Turned into a five-acre plow, who still remembers the three dynasties holding Ji Lang! Just like a few chrysanthemums on the edge of the fence, they are still frost-resistant.
When you look in the mirror when you are sick, you will be seventy in ten winter and summer. I occasionally get a long sentence: Lu You is short of sideburns and depressed, so he loses his youth. The world is really like a postal kiosk. This made Guan dream for ten years and didn't sleep for three days.
It's hard to build a book, but who listens to the iron song? If the guest comes to find a place to go, he will sleep leisurely and lean on the screen. It's time for blowing in the wind to mock the white-haired Wang Anshi, and cherish the scarf as soon as possible.
All kinds of spring breeze won't last long, star.
2. The poem about white hair is 1, which put an end to Wang's world events and won him a reputation before his death. Poor hair has become a white-haired man! -from Xin Qiji's "Breaking the Array, Giving Zhuang Ci to Chen Tongfu" in the Song Dynasty
I am bent on completing the great cause of recovering the lost land for the monarch and gaining a good reputation handed down from generation to generation. I woke up from my dream, but unfortunately I was already a white-haired man!
2, white hair and three thousands of feet, as long as fate. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. —— From "Seventeen Songs of Autumn Pu" by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty.
White hair as long as three thousands of feet, it is because of sadness that it grows so long. Somewhere in the mirror, autumn frost falls on my head.
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. -From Li Bai's "Into the Wine" in the Tang Dynasty
Didn't you see that in the high hall, in front of the mirror, you deeply lamented that white hair? It's still green in the morning, but it becomes like snow at night.
4, youth can't stay, white hair is born. -from: seeing friends off by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty.
Youth is gone, and everyone is white-haired.
5, don't wait, white young head, empty and sad! -From Yue Fei's Man Jiang Huai in the Song Dynasty.
My hero, we should seize the time to make contributions to our country, and don't waste our youth until we are old.
3. Poems related to white hair are all old white. Bai Juyi, a poet in Tang Dynasty
White hair is an honor for the elderly. White hair quotations "Bible" "Bible"
White hair is not equal to wisdom. The Greek poet Minand
Zhu Yanjun is not old, my white hair will fall out first.
Tang Li Bai's Old Travels in Xiangyang was presented to Ma Shaofu.
Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, remembered his old trip to Xiangyang and gave it to Ma Shaofu.
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
Song of Autumn Pu by Tang Li Bai (XV).
Autumn Pu by Li Bai, a poet in Tang Dynasty
White hair has seeds, and it grows when you wake up. Famous sayings about white hair
Song Xin Qi Ji's "Water Tune Song Tou Sunlight Shoots Golden Que" Does white hair also have seeds? They were all drunk when they woke up. Express your feelings about white hair, time and life.
Xin Qiji, a patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, "Water Tune Song Head Shoots Golden Que by Day"
People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
Song Fan Zhongyan's The Fisherman's Pride
The Fisherman's Pride by Fan Zhongyan, a statesman and writer in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Youth can't stay, but white hair is born naturally.
Send friends to Don Mutu.
The Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's "Seeing Friends Off"
Who can worry about white hair? Minister Zhang Jianzhi of Tang Dynasty
Don't be nice to Zhu Yan, but forget the invasion of white-haired people. Li Duan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, was famous for his white hair.
The autumn wind has blown, and Dongting Lake seems to be aging a lot. After a night of melancholy, Xiang Jun should have more white hair.
Tang Wenru inscribed Cao Qinghu in Longyang County.
Tang Wenru, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, was named Cao Qinghu in Longyang County.
4. The ancient poem is about white hair 1, and the general's white hair asks his husband for tears (Song Fan Zhongyan's "Fisherman's pride, Qiu Lai's scenery is different")
2. Li Yuan disciple Bai Fuxin (Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow)
3, don't you see how cute Gao Tingming's mirror lock is (Tang Libai's "Into the wine, don't you see the Yellow River moving beyond the sky")
4, yellow flowers and white hair embrace each other (Huang Songting Jian's "Partridge Day, Huang Juzhi was born in Xiaohan")
5. Don't laugh at white hair (Song Ouyang Xiu's "Huanxisha")
6, Hugh will sing yellow chicken with white hair (stone "Huanxisha Qingquan Temple Tour")
People in the upper reaches of the levee are drawing boats one by one, flapping the levee on the spring water, and the sky is green. Yang Lou went out on a swing, wearing white hair, smiling like a flower, smashing and patting, and life was as before (Song Ouyang Xiu's "Huanxisha")
8. Don't laugh at white hair (Song Ouyang Xiu's "Huanxisha")
9. White hair is not old (Song Ouyang Xiu's "Huanxisha")
10, don't sing white-haired yellow chicken (stone, Huanxisha)
1 1, helpless new white hair (stone, Huanxisha)
12, Everything turns white hair (Song Xin Qi Ji's Water Tune, Everything Turns White Hair)
13, but I hate coming back with white hair (Song Xin Qi Ji's "Partridge Days, Bamboo Chihiro")
14, sentimental white hair and helpless spring (Song Xin Qi Ji's "Partridge Days, Spring Vegetables")
15, the white hair is so short (Song Xin Qi Ji's "Water Tune the Song Head, Sit Four without Saying")
16, poor white hair (Song Xin Qi Ji's "Broken Array Spring Breeze Eyes")
17, white hair is still smiling (Song Xin Qi Ji's "It's not easy to adjust the song, official business")
18, don't hate makeup into white hair (Song Xin Qi Ji's "Partridge Day, Don't hate makeup into white hair")
19, there is no white hair invading the hair and temples (Song Xin Qi Ji's Partridge Day, Hair and temples don't invade white hair).
20. The white hair is rustling and lying in Zezhong (Song Luyou, Book Anger)
Love poems about white hair can't see the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room. Although it is silky black in the morning, it has turned into snow at night.
"Look, the lock in the mirror on the high building is so cute. It is still as black as silk in the morning and turns into snow at night" comes from the second paragraph of the ancient poem "Into the wine" written by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The whole poem is as follows:
Have you ever noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?
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.
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .
Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.
Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly.
Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! .
What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.
Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.
Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners
Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .
Wu, Qiu,
Give them to the boy in exchange for wine and share your sorrow forever.