Poems praising the old man and the old lady

Poems about writing old people 1. Poems about old people

Poems describing the old man:

1, it's a lot of hardships and dangers. Listen to me from the beginning.

2, less hair, cold top door, cold head.

3, really uncomfortable, color change, life and death.

4. Feet are numb and legs are sore. It's really hard to sit and lie down.

5, relatives and friends, old and young are annoyed, children and grandchildren are suspicious.

6, the teeth have fallen again, the mouth is drooling, and hard things are difficult to chew and swallow.

7, rhinorrhea, such as pus and phlegm, often flows to the chest.

8, young man, joking, saying that I am confused and stupid.

9. It's hard to get old, and it's hard to get old. Teenagers don't think of old people.

10, it's annoying to mention and forget.

1 1, the bird is blindfolded and looks sticky, and often wipes away its nose and tears.

12, it's hard to talk to people because of deafness, and it's annoying to butt in.

13, if you don't bite well, you choke and get stuck in your throat for a long time.

14, old people suffer, and they will live forever, and the benevolent gentleman will be cautious.

15, a small bowl of rice is bad for everyone, and it is too much to accompany guests to the table.

16, children and grandchildren refused to give tea, but said that the old man was greedy.

17, I often wear a hat when sleeping in cold weather, and I am pulled over to be afraid of pneumatic drills.

18, I just thought others were old, and now it's my turn.

19, I hope I can't sleep. I pee six or seven times a night.

20, don't be too suspicious, don't be too suspicious, life can't be young.

2 1, sleeping on one's side, difficulty turning over, whole body pain, terrible.

22, afraid of the night is long, afraid of pneumatic drills, often entangled by wind diseases.

23. Old people often cough with lung deficiency and spit it out in one mouthful.

24. It is difficult to walk two or three miles with crutches. Climbing on the kang is like climbing Mount Tai.

25, careless, confused, often take the first three of the second day.

26. If you are so old, you won't die. You have to live in the world for 1000 years.

2. Poems about old people

Picking mulberry seeds, Chongyang Mao Zedong's life is easy to get old, but difficult to get old. Every year is Chongyang, and now it is Chongyang. Battlefield yellow flowers are particularly fragrant.

The annual autumn wind blows hard, not like spring, but better than spring, just like the Wan Li frost on the vast river. "Mountain Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei was in a foreign land and missed his relatives every holiday.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. On the 9th, Qishan climbed high (Tang Dynasty). Du Mujiang's shadow geese flew first, carrying pots and guests.

Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom. However, I will try my best to pay for the festival, and I won't hate it when I board the plane.

After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong? September 10 (Tang) Li Bai climbed the mountain yesterday, and now he is going to give a lecture again.

Chrysanthemum is too bitter, and it is the Double Ninth Festival. On September 9 th, Xuanwu Mountain Tourism Overlooks (Tang) September 9 th, overlooking the mountains and rivers, looking back at the wind and smoke.

Drinking Jinhua wine in other places makes Wan Li feel sad. On September 9, 2009, I visited Shuzhong and sent a farewell dinner in a different place.

Human feelings are tired and bitter in the south, and Hongyan is from the north. On the ninth day of the Tang Dynasty, Moby was near Kyoto, and the frost and grass withered in August.

I wonder if there will be chrysanthemums in the wine today? On the 9th (Tang Dynasty), Yang Heng, yellow flowers, purple chrysanthemums, fell to the edge of the fence and picked chrysanthemums under the east fence, drinking and loving Fang Xin.

I can't bear to look forward to my hometown today, but I am forced to join the crowd. On the ninth day when Feng Hexing arrived at Lin Weiting, Wei Anshi got the word "Autumn Festival", which moved him deeply.

The golden wind flutters chrysanthemums, and the jade dew weeps dogwood branches. Looking eight miles away, there are seven wonders in astronomy.

A deep face should be in front of you, so don't forget the danger. Drunk Flower Shadow (Song Dynasty) Li Qingzhao's fog is thick and the clouds are sad forever, and his brain sells golden beasts.

Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.

Don't get carried away, the curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers! Yu Changan also visited Weishan Pavilion in Yangzhou on September 9th (Southern Dynasties). Jiang Xin was driven away by Nanyun and followed the northern geese. How many flowers are there under the fence in my hometown today? Indulge in Dongfeng Chongjiu (Yuan) Guan Hanqing's title: Red leaves clear the ditch, and people enjoy the yellow flowers drunk.

The shadows of wild geese in the sky are thin, and the moon is thin at sunset. Autumn is crisp and bright. Who will teach white clothes to deliver wine?

On the 9th (tomorrow), Vincent spent three years in Chongyang Chrysanthemum, and was not at home when it was in bloom. When is today's wine, suddenly it has become the flower of the old garden.

Wild clouds connect trees, and wild geese gather sand in cold. Boarding Infinity, where is Wangjing China?

The ninth day of the ninth lunar month is the Double Ninth Festival in China. Wear dogwood, eat tent bait and drink chrysanthemum wine on the ninth day of September every year in order to live longer. Double Ninth Festival, also known as "Mountaineering Festival", is a refreshing season in autumn, with yellow flowers everywhere. Climbing the mountain in late autumn and enjoying the beautiful scenery give people a refreshing feeling. In addition to avoiding disasters and eliminating disasters, climbing on the Double Ninth Festival also means rising step by step. "Gao" also means longevity. People think that "climbing" can prolong life, so climbing on the Double Ninth Festival is particularly valued, especially by the old people.

On the ninth day of Chongyang Poetry, Qishan ascended the mountain (Tang Dynasty). The shadow geese of Du Mujiang and Qiu Han were the first to fly, and the guests carried pots with them. Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

However, I will try my best to pay for the festival, and I won't hate it when I board the plane. After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?

September 10 (Tang) Li Bai climbed the mountain yesterday, and now he is going to give a lecture again. Chrysanthemum is too bitter, and it is the Double Ninth Festival.

On September 9 th, Xuanwu Mountain Tourism Overlooks (Tang) September 9 th, overlooking the mountains and rivers, looking back at the wind and smoke. Drinking Jinhua wine in other places makes Wan Li feel sad.

On September 9, 2009, I visited Shuzhong and sent a farewell dinner in a different place. Human feelings are tired and bitter in the south, and Hongyan is from the north.

On the ninth day of the Tang Dynasty, Moby was near Kyoto, and the frost and grass withered in August. I wonder if there will be chrysanthemums in the wine today?

On the 9th (Tang Dynasty), Yang Heng, yellow flowers, purple chrysanthemums, fell to the edge of the fence and picked chrysanthemums under the east fence, drinking and loving Fang Xin. I can't bear to look forward to my hometown today, but I am forced to join the crowd.

On the ninth day when Feng Hexing arrived at Lin Weiting, Wei Anshi got the word "Autumn Festival", which moved him deeply. The golden wind flutters chrysanthemums, and the jade dew weeps dogwood branches.

Looking eight miles away, there are seven wonders in astronomy. A deep face should be in front of you, so don't forget the danger.

Indulge in Dongfeng Chongjiu (Yuan) Guan Hanqing's title: Red leaves clear the ditch, and people enjoy the yellow flowers drunk. The shadows of wild geese in the sky are thin, and the moon is thin at sunset.

Autumn is crisp and bright. Who will teach white clothes to deliver wine? Peony will go to Chuntai after Yao's release, half-blooming with shame.

Ordinary children can also get a glimpse of eroticism, and their hearts are only waiting for the arrival of Tan Lang. Note: Empress Wei: In the Tang Dynasty, Yao Chong's family planted yellow peony, which was called "the king of peony"; Wei Zhi's family grows purple peony, which is called "Peony Queen".

Tan Lang: People with feelings. Singing with the old man who is still dreaming (limited to cups, talents and rhymes), God gave me a cup to show my holiday feelings for Du Mucai.

Last year, I didn't go through this door. Who are the roses for today? (Gui Meng, the old man) Smile at the flowers, raise a glass, and coquettish people admire Xue. An affectionate poem evokes a delicate rose.

(The owner of the White Straw House) Taoyuan dreamed of winning the luminous cup and wanted to step up five fights that year. Not willing to hoe the hedge, but also looking for flowers online.

(Guimeng old man) A clap, a shout and a drink make the old dream full of poetry. Xianxian borrowed a flower pen, and the ups and downs of the scene opened.

(White House Owner) In the grape ditch, wine is beautiful and talents gather. Mo Wen Dongli Qianju Noodles, Tianshan Flower Market is open for you.

(Gui Meng, the old man) The luminous glass of wine (to borrow a word) is fragrant to attract talented people. Dance together in Tianshan Mountain, and the song awakens Snow Lotus.

(The owner of the White House) The poet of Fengyun sang 300 cups for the return of the old rain, and Fengyun held the committee of 100. Harvest every year, snow every year. I like to look at peach blossoms everywhere.

(dreaming of the old man) I am drunk in the world and dreaming of old poems. Remember Oriental Day for a long time, and a new scene will be opened in the spring rain.

(The owner of the White Grass House) Oriental Dingsheng is drunk for thousands of cups, and I admire Baicaocai. The new pattern of social activities, spring buds dyed green, flowers bloom differently.

(Gui Meng, the old man) Fengyun, Dongfang, the name of the online forum. Friends of the wind and cloud have a drink together, and small poems comfort incompetence.

Spring water and spring breeze chase green, and sunshine warms flowers. (Liu Feng) The moon sings in a jade cup, and the mellow mash urges out the fallen immortals.

Poets light up poems, and chapters and sentences are everywhere. There will be thousands of glasses of wine in Lanting Xinghui, and we will see different talents in spring.

Maotai is drunk with dew, and the branches compete for jade people. (Guimeng old man) Ban Jing is drunk, drunk, which is the dream of Liu Feng and Ba Cai.

The punch line is opposite, and poetry is like Jiuquan. (The owner of the white grass house) accidentally changed his rhyme and came again: Ban Jing was drunk, drank thousands of cups and returned to his dream.

On the contrary, the punch line is like hops. (White House owner) Baiyun sends Tiger Dragon Cup, and rough heroes pick good talents.

The roof of Kunlun Mountain.

3. Ancient poems describing the elderly

You and I fought for 10 thousand yuan to buy a barrel of good wine, and we watched it for seventy years and three years. -Bai Juyi

Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old. -Du Fu

Beauty is broken before she is old, and she leans on the smoke cage until dawn. -Bai Juyi

When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. -Xin Qiji

When people are old, they don't know the beauty of flowers, but only feel that the wine leaves a lot of chaos. -Wei Zhuang.

Except at night, give a small chapter to wine.

Song Chen Shidao

What do you care if you're late? The guest in front of the lamp is not empty.

In the troubled half life, there is nothing in the dream.

Short worries make you white, and bad faces are red with wine.

I sing and dance, so do I.

I am a teenager, Xin Qiji.

Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. -He's Zhang Zhi.

Sushi Zongbi

Silent Dongpo is a sick man, and his white beard is full of frost.

Children mistakenly like Zhu Yan, but when they smile, they know it's burgundy.

Sushi Zongbi

Silent Dongpo is a sick man, and his white beard is full of frost.

Children mistakenly like Zhu Yan, but when they smile, they know it's burgundy.

Ten years of life, duckweed, white head meets tears. -Wei Zhuang.

Don't say that life is less than five, and the water in front of the door can still flow westward. Don't sing white-haired yellow chicken. -Su Shi

4. Poems describing teenagers or old people

If a teenager wants to know the age of an old man, I don't know him this year 150. You are young and I am old. I have never seen you before.

Young vagrants can easily pass by, and they are all dressed up.

When the teenager saw Luo Fu, he took off his hat and hung his head.

You can't write with your head down when you have to cherish your youth all your life.

Dream of youth, singing and dancing in a hurry. The old monk rang the doorbell by mistake in the middle of the night.

I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth.

The young master's name is Huai Su, and the cursive script is amazing.

At that time, I was a guest in Chang 'an, like a teenager who came to the Second Road for the first time.

Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad.

Jia Sheng's youth is crying, and RoyceWong's spring outing is farther away.

Teenagers are in high spirits, but they are in high spirits.

The wind is rustling and the wood is rustling. I miss my son and I am worried.

The kite has more than 20 shoulders, braided teeth and excited lips.

Play with the sword to thank the son, there is no fish to mourn.

Far away in the forest, the summer heat is thin, and the son swims with me.

Goldfish boy has a long shirt and a tight waist? Cut jade.

Childe ice water, beauty snow lotus silk.

Who seems to be a son, riding a green donkey in the clouds?

It's okay to fold one, poor son. What a pity.

You don't have to rush the sunset before the feast is over.

Childe Hua Yan has the highest potential, and Qinchuan knows all about wine.