Poetry about gray hair on temples

1. Poems describing white hair

Sighing on white hair Wang Wei

In the past, the beauty turned into twilight teeth, and in a moment, the white hair turned into drooping young hair.

No matter how many sad things happen in life, there is no way to sell them to Buddhism.

Sighing about white hair Wei Yingwu

The same leaves have fallen, and the solitary mirror is dawning. The strands of silk are hard to separate at first, and the poplar flowers are wrapped around each other again.

People who serve in times are prone to decline, and my years are still young.

Sighing for gray hair, Cen Shen

White hair happened to cause a deviation in speed, and the payer was helpless. Now there are more stems on the temples.

Sighing on white hair Lu Lun

When her hair turned white and she combed her hair at dawn, the girl was shocked and her wife burst into tears. I don’t know how many autumns will come after silk color.

Looking in the mirror, I see a few stems of white hair, which are bright and unique. Quan Deyu

Autumn is coming, and my beard is white and white. I try to take off the hairpin and imitate the drunkenness.

I am enjoying myself with a heartfelt song, and my children and grandchildren are laughing and rolling up their clothes.

He Hanshiyu Baifa Quan Deyu

See you today with white hair, and the mirror will be clear at dawn in Xu Zhai. At first glance, the frost is simple, and the iron crown is slightly reflected.

There are many people under the curtain who can do many things, and they are famous for their orders. It’s hard to regret that the passing years have passed, but it’s time to find peace in Taijie.

I just saw the sea pomegranate planted by Liu Zongyuan with white hair.

After several years of planting Aifang Cong, the beauty and beauty are different.

From now on, we will stop talking about spring events and regard them as ancient trees versus old people.

Sighing in the mirror with gray hair Lu Wen

Pan Yue was only three years old, and he still saw stars on his temples.

Even if he arrives early, he will definitely know better than to be a black-headed man. 2. Poems related to white hair

Sighing about white hair Wang Wei How long do I have in one year?

The hair on the temples has turned white. Looking down between heaven and earth.

How long can I be a guest? The melancholy old mountain clouds.

The sun and evening are wandering in the sky. What happened and the people of the time.

Dongcheng is restored to Nanmo. White hair Bai Juyi's white hair knows the season, and it is secretly with me.

Today in the sun, several stems are combed off. My family is not used to seeing this, so I feel sorry for me.

I don’t think it’s strange, I don’t know what it means. When a mortal reaches the age of thirty, his external strength is already declining.

But the thought of sleeping and eating has been reduced for twenty hours. Moreover, I am now forty, and originally I looked frail.

The book demon has lost his eyesight, and his limbs have suffered from alcoholism. Dear love, the sun is falling, and those who are here are still separated.

If the body and mind have been like this for a long time, it is too late for it to happen in vain. Origin: birth, old age and death, the three diseases always follow each other.

Apart from thoughts, there is no life, and there is no cure in the world. Sighing about gray hair under the cherry blossoms. Bai Juyi has beautiful flowers everywhere, but his appearance fades with age.

When the sun is full of red cherry blossoms, half of the hair is white. I leaned against the tree without saying a word for a long time, and it was too late to climb the tree.

I sigh in the face of the wind, like snow and silk. White Hair Bai Juyi's snowy hair falls off as he combs it, and the frosty hair hangs around his temples.

Add an old smell and change the old appearance. If you don't want to be as long as paint, you will always make silk if you have no fault.

What I hate the most is when I look in the mirror and half my head is black and white. White Hair Bai Juyi has been white-haired for thirty years, and now his hair is completely white.

He sings like a crazy old man all day long, and he is like a skinny fairy when he is ill for a long time. Bajie holds the incense seal at night, and chants the pistil beads in the Three Yuan Dynasty.

The rest will be picked up by spring, and they will fall asleep drunk if they don’t wander around. Sighing about white hair Wang Weisu's beautiful face turned into twilight teeth in the past, and his white hair turned into drooping hair in a moment.

No matter how many sad things happen in life, there is no way to sell them to Buddhism. Sighing about white hair, Wei Yingwu returned to the same leaf, and the solitary mirror dawned on it.

The strands of silk are indistinguishable at first, and the poplar flowers are wrapped around each other. People who serve in time are prone to decline, and my years are still young.

Sighing for gray hair. Cen Shenbai had a speed deviation and was helpless. Now there are more stems on the temples.

White-haired sigh Lu Lunfa Bai Xiao combed her hair, and the girl was shocked and his wife burst into tears. I don’t know how many autumns will come after silk color.

Looking in the mirror, I can see a few stems of white hair, which are bright and unique. Quan Deyu comes in autumn and has a bright white beard. He tries to take off his hairpin and imitates the drunkenness. I enjoy myself with a hearty song, and my children and grandchildren laugh and roll up their clothes.

He Han Shiyu has white hair. Quan Deyu has white hair. I see you today. The mirror in Xu Zhai is clear at dawn. At first glance, the frost is simple, and the iron crown is slightly reflected.

There are many people under the curtain who can do many things, and they are famous for their orders. It’s hard to regret that the passing years have passed, but it’s time to find peace in Taijie.

I first saw the sea pomegranate planted in the white hair title. Liu Zongyuan has been planting Aifang bush for several years, and the beauty and beauty are actually different. From now on, we will stop talking about spring events and regard them as old trees versus old people.

Sighing in the mirror with gray hair. Lu Wen was only three years older than Pan Yue, and he still saw stars on his temples. Even if he could arrive early, he would definitely know better than to become a black-headed man.

Twelve Yuefu poems newly titled by He Li's school book·Shangyang White-haired Man. In the middle of the Tianbao Year of Yuan Zhen, the flower and bird envoys teased flowers and birds with spring thoughts. Full of imperial edicts, he begged his concubine for help. He walked up to a high building and was half drunk.

He went straight to the nobleman's house drunk, and could not escape from his boudoir. His beloved husband cared about his concubine and was heartbroken to say goodbye, and his little daughter called him with blood and shed tears. One out of ten will change clothes and be permanently assigned to the palace as a maid.

The royal horse is running south and the horse is frowning, and the three thousand maids are abandoned in the palace. Once the palace door is closed, it never opens again, and the sun shines on the fields of flowers, grass and moss.

I can hear the sound of Luo River on a moonlit night, and the autumn pond is dark with wind and lotus atmosphere. Day after day I watch all the doors, but I never see anything happening in front of them.

In recent years, several people have been sent here, saying that they are happy to visit Nangong. I am deeply saddened by this song, and I want to repay my injustice.

This generation of humble concubines is of no use. The emperor’s sons and descendants have been honored in ancient times.

For forty years after the kings had been together, the gates of the seven houses and six palaces were closed.

In the Sui Dynasty, the branches of Yang attacked the feudal city, and Suzong Xueyin had no official position. The king has no concubine, the concubine has no son-in-law, and the yang is high and the yin is promiscuous, resulting in disasters.

How to rule out the Yongshun crowd and send women to follow their husbands and men to serve as officials. Bai Juyi was born in Shangyang, his beauty is old and his hair is new.

The green-clad eunuch guards the palace gate, and the sun shines brightly as soon as it is closed. At the end of Xuanzong's reign, he was first elected, and now he is sixteen and sixty.

At the same time, more than a hundred people were selected, and they were severely disabled in their scattered years. Recalling the past, Tun was sad to say goodbye to his relatives, and helped him into the car without crying.

Jiyun said that he would be grateful when he entered the house, his face was like a hibiscus and his breasts were like jade. Before the king could meet him, Yang Fei was looking at her from afar.

Jealousy led Qian to marry Yang Gong, so he spent his whole life in an empty house. The dormitory is empty, the autumn night is long, the night is long and sleepless, and the sky is unclear.

Geng Geng’s broken lamp is behind the wall, and there is the sound of rain hitting the window. Spring is late, and it is difficult to sit alone in the sky.

The orioles in the palace are wary and tired of hearing the news, and Liang and Yan live in two places, no longer jealous. The orioles return and the swallows go away quietly, spring and autumn come and go without remembering the year.

Only looking towards the deep palace to see the bright moon, the circle returns four to five hundred times from east to west. Today, the oldest person in the palace is given the title of Minister.

He has a small head, narrow shoes, and narrow clothes, and his eyebrows are slender and dotted with indigo. Outsiders don't smile when they see him, and Tianbao is in a state of disgrace in his last years.

People with Shang Yang suffer the most. Being young is also bitter, being old is also bitter, so what is the difference between being young and being old?

Don’t you see Lu’s poem to the beauty in the past, and you don’t see Baifa singing in the sun today. White-haired Chanting Du Xunhe's one stem and two stems look like silk at first, which might astonish you in your youth.

How many people have experienced this in troubled times, how sad it is for me now. The nine-turn elixir is better than wine, and the clear music of the five tones is not as good as poetry.

The home mountain is more than ten thousand feet green, and the quinoa stick is as tall as the old man. If you have white hair, don't dye it or tweezer it, let it be full of hair.

Although white is not resistant, black is also resistant to autumn. Listen to the cicadas lying on the pillow, and watch the water flow leisurely.

If you haven’t reached this point in your floating life, you will mostly be worried about you. Wang Mian likes white hair. The yellow color between his eyebrows is not surprising, so it is better to comb his hair and cover his face with silk.

No one can avoid it in ancient times, but it is a pleasure to get it now. I pity the snow-colored lighting mirror, and I love the frost and flowers even more.

Everything is fair to him, and he is just a fool when he is old. Gray hair Lu You's gray hair has doubled this year, and he is unable to care for himself behind closed doors.

The cattle and sheep are covered with wild frost. It is late at night, and the crops are growing steadily. Before noon, I took off the millet after pounding the rice, and it was suddenly cold and wrapped in thick silk.

Self-pity has not ruined the career of poetry, and the father and son put up a light in the window. White Hair Lu You has white hair with thousands of green stems and sparse green temples. He lies down and watches the egrets flying in the sky.

I have always been happy to pay tribute to the public, but I miss Tao Ling from my hometown. The Qing Dynasty has no books to read, and in the remaining years of its life, it depends on the Buddha to rely on.

You see that everything in the world is illusory, so why not drink wine and fast for a long time? White hair: Lu You's disease invades the prime of life, and the hair may not be as white as white; occasionally relying on acupuncture and stone skills, he will become a long-term guest in the world. At the age of seventy, frost and snow cover my hair. Although my ears and eyes have faded, I am still not separated from others.

Zhuoying thousands of hectares of lake, send the old house of five acres. A long gown sewn with big cloth, crossing the east and south roads.

White Hair Lu You, I have many encounters in my life, and I often travel late. Sadness fills my heart day by day, and I am shocked to see my cheeks and head.

When there is a slight autumn breeze, there is still a cold rain. The stars are still sparse in the beginning, and they cannot be removed.

In the past, the willows were as beautiful as spring, but now they are withered by frost. No matter how green it is, it won't be the same if you miss me.

I have always been happy with the outside world, but I have only a sparse reputation. Throw in the tweezers and sigh, there is no book in the golden elixir! White-haired Lu You Xiaoxiao, white-haired and waving in the waves, sits in a thatched cottage in the southwest of Yanqu.

Drinking water and studying can make you happy even if you are poor. How can Dumen take care of his illness and grow old? The old man helping the plow has grown into five acres, but who remembers the man holding the halberd in three dynasties! Just like the branches of chrysanthemums growing by the fence, they are still able to withstand frost despite their age.

I saw white hair in the mirror when I was sick. I have gone away from the cold and heat for seventy years. Occasionally, I got a long sentence. Lu You's short temples are depressed and he has lost his youth. The world is really like staying in a postal pavilion. Zheng ordered Kuan to dream for ten years, and An Yong stayed for three days to wake up.

When you cover the pot and the book becomes empty, you will suffer yourself. Who will listen to it when you beat the chariot and sing the song? When a visitor comes, he is looking for the old man's place. When he sleeps, he leans leisurely against the plain screen. Laughing at the white hair, Wang Anshi should have been floating around for a long time, but he cherished the crown and scarf and could not bear to violate it.

All kinds of spring breezes don’t last long, stars. 3. Ancient poems about white hair

Qian Qi White hair has a strong ambition and is worried about the progress of the country.

Guanshan is miserable and colorless, and my dear ones suddenly leave in shock. The shadow of the dragon separates the sword, the sound of the mourning bird falls in love with the branch.

Across the vast sea of ??clouds, we remember each other but don’t know each other. Qiupu Song Li Bai The white hair is three thousand feet long, and the fate is as long as the worry.

I don’t know where to find the autumn frost in the bright mirror. Qiu Qing Du Fu Gao Qiu Su is sick and can easily comb his white hair.

Adding or subtracting poisonous baits is annoying, and sweeping away the boredom in the courtyard. The stick of quinoa returns the guest's worship, and the lover of bamboo sends children to write.

The river is stable in October, and it is as easy as a light boat to move forward. I just saw the sea pomegranate planted in the white hair title - Liu Zongyuan After several years of sealing the Ai Fang bush, the charm and beauty are actually different.

From now on, we will stop talking about spring events and regard them as ancient trees versus old people. It is difficult to master the world, and the pastoral road is confusing.

Diligent will turn his hair white and dismount his horse to illuminate the clear stream. ——Wang Anshi's "Moling Road" Looking in the mirror and seeing gray hair Zhang Jiuling I have been in Qingyun's ambitions for a long time, but I have wasted years with gray hair.

Who knows that in the bright mirror, the shadows are pitying each other. The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes.

Right or wrong, success or failure is gone, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the riverbank is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

We are happy to meet each other over a pot of wine, and many things in ancient and modern times are all discussed with laughter (Romance of the Three Kingdoms by Luo Guanzhong) Jin Yuanhao asked "Send to Fei Qing" The guest's dream lingers in the mail, and the bed of quinoa moves in the morning. bell. The white hair of the west wind is three thousand feet high, and the green mountains of the motherland weigh ten thousand feet.

The sand and water are affectionate and leave the geese behind, and the world is full of troubles and weep for autumn insects. I don't know where the three old houses are, I am ashamed of Lu Shilong in the clouds.

Congratulations to the bridegroom (Xin Qiji) He thought that Xishan wanted to help others, so he said a few words, as if Yuanming missed his relatives and friends and said, "It's so bad that I'm in decline." I have been desolate all my life, and my friendships have been scattered, with only a few left now.

The white hair hangs three thousand feet in the air, smiling at everything in the world. Ask what can make the public happy.

I see how charming the green hills are, and I know how charming the green hills should be when they see me. Emotion and appearance are slightly similar.

A figure scratches his head in the east window. Thinking of Yuan Ming and stopping the cloud, the poem is full of flavor at this time.

Those in Jiangzuo who are busy seeking fame have no idea of ??the wonderful principles of turbid mash. I look back and shout, the clouds are flying and the wind is blowing.

If you don’t hate the ancients, I won’t see you. If you hate the ancients, you won’t see me. Those who know me are two or three sons.

About to Enter the Wine Li Bai If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return. Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.

If you are proud of life, you must have all the fun, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent.

If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng: When you are about to drink wine, don’t stop drinking.

I sing a song with you, please listen to me. Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will stay drunk and not wake up.

In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, only the drinkers left their names. In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and a lot of fun and banquets.

What does the master mean when he has less money? It is up to you to sell it. The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.

Gift to Chen Erbu Que Du Fu Many scholars in the world have disappeared, but the Master only has a reputation. After offering his acceptance to the Eastern View, the king asked the chief minister.

The Zaodiao is anxious when it is cold, but the Pegasus is always able to do it. Since arriving in Qingmingli, don't watch what happens in vain.

The township sent the Shangguan scholars to return to Guanxi for a separate career. The relatives are old and have no official support, and many people are poor at home and abroad.

Drunken eyes and white hair, dreaming of crossing the Yellow River. We are so close to Guancheng, when will we be more willing to go there?

Sighing about gray hair Cen Shen When white hair happens to deviate from the speed, there is nothing anyone can do. Now there are more stems on the temples.

Grudges in the Back Court by Wang Zhen You don’t see that the red girl is upright, but she has a fairy-like appearance. Fortunately, the king smiled pity and recommended me in the fragrant palace.

The two of them move forward with their eyebrows and eyebrows, often fearing that I will be kicked out of my body. Concubine Zhen left the palace out of jealousy, and her classmate guessed the long letter.

The gate of Changxin Palace cannot be opened, and Zhaoyang Ge blows the wind. The soul in the dream still said yes, and the spirit has not returned after waking up.

Nianjun's tender love has no end, which makes the concubine cry in the back garden. Every time I watch the sunset, I sleep alone until I die with a broken lamp.

In autumn, I smell insects on the emerald curtain, and in spring, I shine on the Mandarin Duck River. The beauty was as beautiful as ever, but the white hair is now like snow.

It is rumored that the fan of the Wan has not stopped, and it is expected that the first moon will rise over the eyebrows. Just like a king who values ??the false but not the true, he abandons his concubine and chases a new man.

I would like to ask the meaning of pine leaves in the south mountain, how to build new hibiscus flowers in the north. Drinking Alone by Li Bai If the spring grass is as intended, Luo Sheng Yu Tang Yin.

The east wind brings melancholy, and the white hair sits against each other. Looking into the Mirror and Writing Huai by Li Bai If you gain the Tao, it will last forever; if you lose the Tao, you will still grow old.

The person in the mirror laughs at himself, his hair is as white as frost grass. Send it to Du Shiyi of Zuo Province, Cen Shen, and join forces to follow Danbi. They are divided into Cao and restricted to Ziwei.

At dawn, the war enters with the sky, and at dusk, the royal fragrance returns. The white hair is sad and the flowers are falling, the blue clouds are envious of the flying birds.

There is nothing wrong with the holy dynasty, and there are few books of advice. Posted by Taoist Sima of Tiantai, Song Zhiwen: When I lie down, my hair grows white, and when I look in the mirror, it suddenly turns into silk.

Far inferior to Xia Zi, childlike and self-possessed. 4. What are the poems that describe "gray hair"

1. People from Shangyang, people from Shangyang, the beauty is old and the hair is new. ——Bai Juyi's "White-haired Man in Shangyang"

Interpretation: People from Shangyang Palace, people from Shangyang Palace, the beautiful appearance of the past has quietly disappeared. Now in his twilight years, his hair is as white as silver.

2. Stars have white hair, growing on their temples. ——Zuo Si's "Ode to White Hair"

Definition: Dots of white hair sprout from the temples.

3. The old days are full of ambition, and the years of gray hair are wasted. ——Zhang Jiuling, "Looking in the Mirror and Seeing Gray Hair"

Definition: When I was the prime minister, I served the country, took care of everything every day, and had great ambitions. Now that I have made a long history, I have nothing to do, and I am wasting my

months.

4. Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening. ——Li Bai's "About to Enter the Wine"

Interpretation: Can't you see the old parents lamenting their gray hair in front of the mirror, but in the morning they are still full of black hair, why?

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5. The disciples of Liyuan have new white hair, while the prisoner Qing'e of Jiaofang is old. ——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"

Definition: The actor's head has turned white, and the palace maid's beauty has faded.

6. A person with pale face and white hair who seems to be slumped is a drunken governor. ——Ouyang Xiu's "The Drunkard's Pavilion"

Definition: An old man with an old face was sitting drunkenly among the people. It was the prefect who was drunk.

7. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win fame during and after life. Misfortune happens in vain! ——Xin Qiji's "Broken Array·Composing a Poem to Chen Tongfu"

Interpretation: (I) wholeheartedly want to complete the great cause of regaining the lost land of the country for the monarch and obtain the inheritance passed down from generation to generation. Good reputation. Poor man with gray hair

!

8. The Qiang Guan is covered with frost, people can’t sleep, and the general’s hair is white and his husband is in tears. ——Fan Zhongyan, "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"

Interpretation: The melodious Qiang flute sounded, the weather was cold, and the ground was covered with frost and snow. It was late at night, and the soldiers could not sleep peacefully: the general's beard and hair turned white because of the military affairs; the soldiers guarded the border for a long time and shed sad tears.

9. Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Stop singing yellow chicken with white hair. ——Su Shi's "Huanxisha·Visit to Qishui Qingquan Temple"

Interpretation: Who says that life can never go back to its youth? The stream in front of the door can still flow to the west! Don't lament that time flies by in old age!

10. Wu Yin is so charming in drunkenness, but who has white hair? ——Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle·Village Residence"

Definition: The drunken Wudi dialect sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose family does that old man with white hair belong to? 5. Are there any poems about "youth" and "white hair"

1. "The White-haired Man in Shangyang" by Bai Juyi

People from Shangyang, people from Shangyang, beauty is dark and old. Make new ones.

2. "Looking in the Mirror and Seeing Gray Hair" by Zhang Jiuling

The year of gray hair is wasted.

3. "About to Enter the Wine" Li Bai

If you don't see me, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.

4. "Broken Zhenzi: Compose a heroic poem for Chen Tongfu" Xin Qiji

He managed the affairs of the world and won fame both during and after his death. Misfortune happens in vain!

5. "Huanxisha·Visiting Qishui Qingquan Temple" Su Shi

Who said that there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Stop singing yellow chicken with white hair.

6. "Seventeen Songs of Qiupu" by Li Bai

When you enter Qiupu with your temples, your rustle has faded away.

7. "Moon in Guanshan" by Lu You

The fierce fighting in the garrison urged the moon to fall. I joined the army at the age of thirty and now my hair is white.

8. "Huanxisha·Snowy chin and frosty beard are not afraid" Su Shi

Snowy chin and frosty beard are not afraid. More colors will be sent out in spring. I have already shed my shameful face before I am drunk.

9. "Inscribed on Qingcao Lake, Longyang County"

The west wind blew the old Dongting waves, and Xiangjun had many white hairs overnight.

10. "An Ding Tower" by Li Shangyin

Jia Sheng shed tears when he was young, and Wang Can came to travel further in spring. I will always remember the rivers and lakes and return to my white hair. I want to return to heaven and earth and enter the boat.

Translation

1. Shangyang people, Shangyang people, the beauty is old and the hair is new. ——"The White-haired Man of Shangyang" by Bai Juyi

Translation: People of Shangyang Palace, people of Shangyang Palace, the beautiful and beautiful appearance of the past has quietly disappeared. Now in his twilight years, his hair is as white as silver.

2. The old days are full of ambition, and the years of gray hair are wasted. ——"Looking in the Mirror and Seeing Gray Hair" Zhang Jiuling

Translation: When I was the prime minister, I served the country, took care of everything every day, and had great ambitions. Now that I have made a long history, I have nothing to do and am wasting my years.

3. Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening. ——"About Wine" by Li Bai

Translation: Can't you see the old parents lamenting in front of the mirror about their white hair? In the morning, it was still full of black hair, but how could it turn into black hair in the evening? The snow was all white.

4. He rules the affairs of the world and wins fame both during and after his life. Misfortune happens in vain! ——"Broken Array·Composing Poems to Chen Tongfu" Xin Qiji

Translation (I) wholeheartedly want to complete the great cause of regaining the lost land of the country for the monarch, and gain a good reputation that will be passed down from generation to generation. Poor man with gray hair!

5. Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Stop singing yellow chicken with white hair. ——"Huanxisha·Visit to Qishui Qingquan Temple" Su Shi

Translation: Who says that life can never go back to its youth? The stream in front of the door can still flow to the west! Don’t lament the passage of time in old age!

6. When you enter Qiupu with your temples, your rustle has faded away. ——"Seventeen Songs of Qiupu" by Li Bai

Translation: Entering the realm of Qiupu, my temples turned white with sorrow in one morning.

7. The fierce fighting in the garrison urged the moon to fall. I joined the army at the age of thirty and now my hair is white. ——"Guan Shan Yue" Lu You

Translation: Diao Dou, who reported the watch on the watchtower, urged the moon to fall. He joined the army at the age of thirty and now has gray hair.

8. A man with a snowy chin and frosty beard is not afraid of himself. More colors will be sent out in spring. I have already shed my shameful face before I am drunk.

——"Huanxisha·Snowy chin and frosty beard are not alarmed" Su Shi

Translation: Although my temples are gray, my heart has never surrendered to old age. I still look like the most youthful boy. I am already ashamed before I am drunk with wine. 's face turned red.

9. The west wind blew the old Dongting waves, and Mr. Xiang had many gray hairs overnight. ——"Title on Qingcao Lake, Longyang County"

Translation: The autumn wind blows strongly, and the water of Dongting Lake seems to have aged a lot. After a night of melancholy, Mr. Xiang should also have more gray hair.

10. Jia Sheng shed tears when he was young, and Wang Can traveled further in spring. I will always remember the rivers and lakes and return to my white hair. I want to return to heaven and earth and enter the boat. ——"An Ding Tower" by Li Shangyin

Translation: The young and promising Jia Yi shed tears in vain, and Wang Can, who climbed the tower in the spring, went on a long journey again. I often yearn for the freedom of old age and return to the world, hoping to be free and happy after turning things around.

Reference materials

Ancient Poetry Website: http://so.gushiwen.org/ 6. Poems describing a night of gray hair

1. "Sigh of White Hair" 》——Lulun of the Tang Dynasty

When her hair turned white and she combed her hair at dawn, the girl was shocked and her wife burst into tears.

I don’t know how many autumns will come after silk color.

Translation: My hair has turned gray. I woke up in the morning to comb my hair. My daughter was surprised and my wife was crying. I don’t know how many early autumns the green hair can survive after changing color.

2. "Qiupu Song Fifteen" - Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

His white hair is three thousand feet long, and his fate is as long as his head.

I don’t know where to find the autumn frost in the bright mirror?

Translation: The white hair is three thousand feet long. It grows so long because of sorrow. I wonder where in the bright mirror the autumn frost fell on my head?

3. "I am about to drink wine, but you will not see me" - Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

The bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.

Translation: The elderly parents looked into the mirror and lamented about the white hair. It was still black hair in the morning but turned like snow at night.

4. "Inscribed on Qingcao Lake, Longyang County" - Tang Wenru of the Yuan Dynasty

The west wind blew the old Dongting waves, and the king of Xiang had many white hairs overnight.

After being drunk, I don’t know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars.

Translation: The autumn wind is blowing strongly, and the water of Dongting Lake seems to have aged a lot. After a night of melancholy, Mr. Xiang should also have more gray hair. After getting drunk, I forgot that the stars in the water were just reflections. In a clear dream, I was lying on the Milky Way.

5. "Qiupu Song·Part 4" - Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

When you enter Qiupu with your temples, your rustle has faded.

The sound of the ape makes your hair turn white, and all its lengths will turn into silk.

Translation: Entering the realm of Qiupu, my temples turned white with sorrow in one morning. The mournful ape's cry turned my white hair into messy strands. 7. Poems about white hair

Sighing about white hair Wang Weisu's beautiful face turned into twilight teeth in the past, and his white hair turned into drooping hair in a moment.

No matter how many sad things happen in life, there is no way to sell them to Buddhism. Sighing about white hair, Wei Yingwu returned to the same leaf, and the solitary mirror dawned on it.

The strands of silk are indistinguishable at first, and the poplar flowers are wrapped around each other. People who serve in time are prone to decline, and my years are still young.

Sighing for gray hair. Cen Shenbai had a speed deviation and was helpless. Now there are more stems on the temples.

White-haired sigh Lu Lunfa Bai Xiao combed her hair, and the girl was shocked and his wife burst into tears. I don’t know how many autumns will come after silk color.

Looking in the mirror, I can see a few stems of white hair, which are bright and unique. Quan Deyu comes in autumn and has a bright white beard. He tries to take off his hairpin and imitates the drunkenness. I enjoy myself with a hearty song, and my children and grandchildren laugh and roll up their clothes.

He Han Shiyu has white hair. Quan Deyu has white hair. I see you today. The mirror in Xu Zhai is clear at dawn. At first glance, the frost is simple, and the iron crown is slightly reflected.

There are many people under the curtain who can do many things, and they are famous for their orders. It’s hard to regret that the passing years have passed, but it’s time to find peace in Taijie.

I first saw the sea pomegranate planted in the white hair title. Liu Zongyuan has been planting Aifang bush for several years, and the beauty and beauty are actually different. From now on, we will stop talking about spring events and regard them as old trees versus old people.

Sighing in the mirror with gray hair. Lu Wen was only three years older than Pan Yue, and he still saw stars on his temples. Even if he could arrive early, he would definitely know better than to become a black-headed man. 8. Mom, you are really old. Looking at the white hair on your temples

Mom and I were sitting on the bed watching TV. Occasionally the breeze blew by, giving people an indescribable feeling. of refreshing.

Suddenly I saw a piece of my mother's hair swaying in the wind. It was silvery in the bright sunshine. It was a white hair! This hair kept dancing in the breeze, but refused to rest, as if it was calling something to me. It was the first time I saw my mother's white hair, and it was the first time I felt my mother's aging strongly. What a terrible fact this is! My tears filled my eyes unconsciously. I couldn't help but lay my mother's head on my chest and opened the hairpin that had restrained her for so long. I was shocked by what I saw in front of me. The white hair, There was such a sharp contrast in the dark hair. I couldn't bear it anymore. Tears broke through the strong defense line. I stared blankly, unable to say anything.