Wang Wei's white-haired poems

1. Poems describing white hair sigh white hair Wang Wei

In the past, Zhu Yan became a twilight tooth, and his white hair drooped in an instant.

How many sad things there are in life, don't sell them to the empty city.

White-haired Wei

It's still the fallen leaf, and I know nothing about it. 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.

Baifa Cen Can

White is just on the side, and there is nothing you can do about it. There are more temples than stems at present.

White hair talks

Women whiten their hair and make their wives cry with surprise. I don't know the color of silk, but I can get several autumns.

Looking in the mirror, white hair is bright and unique, Quan Deyu.

Qiu Lai, 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.

He Baiyu's legal right is Deyu

See white hair today, bright in the mirror. 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.

Liu Zongyuan, a pomegranate with white hair planted in the sea.

After planting love and fragrance for several years, 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 white hair in the mirror, Lv Wen

Pan and I are three years old and still living in my temple.

Even if he can arrive early, he will know not to be a blackhead.

2. Poetry related to white hair laments how long I am.

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 sky is falling, those who are still walking.

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, the sea pomegranate planted in the topic of white hair, planted the love fragrant cluster for several years, but 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.

3. About the ancient poem of Qian Qi with white hair, white hair makes the heart die, and it is a step to worry about the country.

The mountain is miserable and colorless, and my dear suddenly leaves. The dragon shadow divides the sword, and the mourning birds love the branches.

The vast sea of clouds is overseas, but we don't know each other. Qiu Pu Bai San thousands of feet has white hair and worries like a beard.

I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. Autumn is clear, Dufu is ill in autumn, and white hair can be combed by itself.

Drug bait hates addition and subtraction, and the door is boring to clean. I love bamboo to send books to children.

In October, the river is calm and canoes go down the river. At first, I saw the sea pomegranate with white hair-Liu Zongyuan planted the fragrant cluster for several years, but the rhyme was different.

From then on, let's stop talking about spring sex and regard it as an ancient wood against a declining man. The world is difficult to pass, and the pastoral road is charming.

Diligent white hair, dismount and shine on Qingxi. -Wang Anshi's "The Road to Liling" sees white hair in the mirror. There used to be a blue cloud in Zhang Jiuling. It was a year of white hair.

But in the mirror, I feel sorry for myself. The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes.

Success or failure has turned empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time.

A pot of turbid wine loves to meet, and how many things are told in ancient and modern times (Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Luo Guanzhong). Jin Yuanhao asked about "sending love", where the guest dreams of turning to Peng, and the bed talks about moving the morning bell. The west wind has three white hairs in thousands of feet, and the old country is full of mountains and mountains.

The sand and water have left the geese, and Gankun cries for autumn insects. I don't know where the three old houses are, and Liu Shilong is absent-minded with shame.

He Xinlang (Xin Qiji), who wants to set an example in the Western Hills, wrote a few words, as if he were thinking deeply about his relatives and friends. I've been disappointed all my life, and my friends have dispersed, and there's not much left.

White hair hanging down three thousands of feet, laughing at all things in the world. Ask what can make the public happy.

I see how charming Castle Peak is, and I expect it to be. Emotions and looks are slightly similar.

A statue scratched its head in the east window. If you want to be far-sighted and stop writing poems, the flavor is at this time.

Jiang Zuo pursues fame deeply and doesn't know the secret of muddy mash. Looking back, the clouds are flying.

Don't hate the ancients, don't see their people, hate their guts, and don't see their crazy ears. People who know me, two or three sons.

Li Baijun will never see how the water of the Yellow River flows from heaven into the ocean, and it will never return. Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns 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: I'm going to drink, but I won't give up drinking.

Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! .

The sober and sage of the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker kept his name. 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! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.

Chen Er got a gift to make up for Du Fu's lack of Confucianism, and the master became famous. The king provided Changqing with a broad view of the East.

Soap carving is cold and urgent. Since it is dawn, don't watch it happen in vain.

Kanxiang sent Shangguan scholar back to Kansai to do another business, and Cen Can was travel-stained and lonely all day. There is no official support for the elderly, and there are many poor families outside.

Drunk eyes and light hair, spring dreams cross the Yellow River. When is it close to Guancheng?

Sighing with white hair, Cen Can's white hair is partial, and people are helpless. There are more temples than stems at present.

In the backyard, Wang Shoujun complained that when she didn't see the girl in the red boudoir, she was elegant and elegant. Fortunately, the king smiled piteously and recommended the beauty of Xiangtang.

Moths and eyebrows enter * * *, often fearing that their bodies will be abandoned from now on. Zhen Fei was jealous of leaving the palace, and the class girl guessed the long letter.

The door of Changxin Palace can't be closed, and Zhaoyang's song is blowing. The soul in the dream is still saying that the spirit has not come back after sleeping.

The endless yearning for your charming love makes my concubine cry in the backyard. Every time I watch the sunset, I sleep alone until the lights go out.

Smell insects and jade curtains in autumn and welcome Yuanyang water in spring. The beauty of old flowers is endless, and the white hair is similar to the snow now.

Rumor has it that Wan Fan hasn't rested yet, expecting the moth to go to the first month. Value emptiness over reality, abandon my concubine and chase new people.

I would like to ask the significance of pine leaves in Nanshan. If you are interested in drinking Li Bai's spring grass and Luo Shengyu's poems alone, how can you make new hibiscus flowers in the north?

The east wind blows sorrow, and the white hair invades. Looking at the mirror book with Li Bai's way, there is no ancient and modern, and it is still aging after being lost.

Laughing at Byakki Smoker, white hair like frost grass. A decree was sent to the Governor's Mansion in the left courtyard, and a total of red lacquer steps were mounted, separated by purple walls.

In the morning, the emperor's honor entered the palace, and at night the body was stained with the aroma of the furnace. White hair increases, lamenting the withering of spring flowers, looking up at the sky and admiring the flying birds.

There is probably nothing wrong with the brilliant master dynasty, and the emperor played sparsely. Song, a Taoist priest on the rooftop, was lying with white hair, and suddenly he turned into silk in front of the mirror.

Far ashamed to eat Xia Zi, childish.

4. Acacia white hair poetry Acacia

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wang Wei

Original text:

Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.

People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

Gray/white hair

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Bai Juyi

Original text:

When the white hair knows the season, the darkness is with 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.

The poem "Xiuer" about women's white hair knew that everything was empty when Lu You died, but he was sad to see Kyushu.

Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, so don't forget to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices. "Crossing the Zero Ocean" Wen Tianxiang has come through thick and thin, and the stars are holding the moon.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.

Since ancient times, life has never died, take the heart of Dan and follow the history! In a rage, Yue Fei rushed to the crown and the rain hit the railing. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.

Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad.

Jingkang shame, still not snow; When do courtiers hate their guts! Driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty.

Stay and clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and go to the sky. "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems" Gong Zizhen is furious in Kyushu, and thousands of horses are sad to read.

I advised God to stand up again and lay down his talent and "join the army" in an eclectic way. Changling, Tang Wang, a misty snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, overlooks Yumenguan, a lonely city. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

"Out of the Great Wall" When Tang Wang's Changling was in Qin, the moon was closed in Han, and the Long March people did not return. If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.

Wei was born in Yulin Lang, and was an official in Han Dynasty. He first fought Yuyang in the name of a title of generals in ancient times. Who knows the pain of not going to the border, even if you are killed, you still have a chivalrous fragrance.

In spring, Du Fu's country has broken mountains and rivers, and the vegetation is green in spring. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

Du Fu in the moonlight is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight and looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

Autumn night, dawn will greet the cold of the hedge door. I feel that I walked three times in Hedong Wan Li and climbed five thousand meters of skyscrapers. The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.

1 1 The fourth day of the month (the next day) was stormy. Lu You was lying in a remote village, not mourning for himself, but thinking about defending his country. The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.

6. I miss poems with white hair.

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wang Wei

Original text:

Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.

People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

Gray/white hair

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Bai Juyi

Original text:

When the white hair knows the season, the darkness is with 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.

Honey, the sky is falling and the survivors are still walking. For a long time, nothing will happen. It's too late.

7. Poetry 1, "White-haired Sigh"-Tang Dynasty Lu Lun.

Women whiten their hair and make their wives cry with surprise.

I don't know the color of silk, but I can get several autumns.

My hair has turned white. I get up in the morning to comb my hair. My daughter is surprised that her wife is crying. I don't know how many times I can survive the early autumn after the moss changes color.

2. Qiupu Song: The Fifteenth Song-Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.

I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.

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.

3. "I will enter the wine, but I won't see you"-Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

What a lovely lock in the bright mirror in the high room, although the silky black turns into snow in the morning and at night.

Old parents lamented the white hair at the other end of the mirror, but it was still blue in the morning and turned into snow at night.

4. Caoqinghu in Longyang County-Tang Wenru in Yuan Dynasty

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.

Completely drunk, I can't see the sky in the water. A ship full of dreams sank into the Milky Way.

The autumn wind blows hard, and Dongting Lake seems to be aging a lot. After a night of melancholy, Xiang Jun should have more white hair. When I was drunk, I forgot that the stars in the water were just reflections. In a clear dream, I was lying by the Tianhe River.

5. The Song of Autumn Pu-Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

Temple in autumn, once whispered, has declined.

Apes have white hair, both long and short.

When I entered Qiupu, I was worried about my temple all morning. The plaintive ape voice turned my white hair into a tangled thread.

8. The poem of women with white hair is 1. The young man is white-haired and there are no eight horses to go. Juanjiangyue/Niannujiao

2. The young shogunate is white-haired and unhappy, so he can't show off. Two elegies loyal to the Han Palace

I am still a teenager with new white hair. You must drink the youth of your enemy. "Two Poems and Two Rhymes in Middle School"

4. The teenager has white hair, who is behind the whip? Sunquartz

5. Blue light and shadow, cold night, white hair listening to songs. Drinking in the evening and catching up with old friends

6. If Yue Ming has something to say, ask me if my teenager has gray hair today. Looking at the autumn moon

7. Before first frost invaded his temples, he was young and missed the snow.

8. Cardamom is frivolous, why not let the autumn moon and white hair remind you.

9. About the ancient poem of Qian Qi with white hair, the white hair is strong and the heart is dead, and it is a step to worry about the country.

The mountain is miserable and colorless, and my dear suddenly leaves. The dragon shadow divides the sword, and the mourning birds love the branches.

The vast sea of clouds is overseas, but we don't know each other. Qiu Pu Bai San thousands of feet has white hair and worries like a beard.

I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. Autumn is clear, Dufu is ill in autumn, and white hair can be combed by itself.

Drug bait hates addition and subtraction, and the door is boring to clean. I love bamboo to send books to children.

In October, the river is calm and canoes go down the river. At first, I saw the sea pomegranate with white hair-Liu Zongyuan planted the fragrant cluster for several years, but the rhyme was different.

From then on, let's stop talking about spring sex and regard it as an ancient wood against a declining man. The world is difficult to pass, and the pastoral road is charming.

Diligent white hair, dismount and shine on Qingxi. -Wang Anshi's "The Road to Liling" sees white hair in the mirror. There used to be a blue cloud in Zhang Jiuling. It was a year of white hair.

But in the mirror, I feel sorry for myself. The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes.

Success or failure has turned empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time.

A pot of turbid wine loves to meet, and how many things are told in ancient and modern times (Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Luo Guanzhong). Jin Yuanhao asked about "sending love", where the guest dreams of turning to Peng, and the bed talks about moving the morning bell. The west wind has three white hairs in thousands of feet, and the old country is full of mountains and mountains.

The sand and water have left the geese, and Gankun cries for autumn insects. I don't know where the three old houses are, and Liu Shilong is absent-minded with shame.

He Xinlang (Xin Qiji), who wants to set an example in the Western Hills, wrote a few words, as if he were thinking deeply about his relatives and friends. I've been disappointed all my life, and my friends have dispersed, and there's not much left.

White hair hanging down three thousands of feet, laughing at all things in the world. Ask what can make the public happy.

I see how charming Castle Peak is, and I expect it to be. Emotions and looks are slightly similar.

A statue scratched its head in the east window. If you want to be far-sighted and stop writing poems, the flavor is at this time.

Jiang Zuo pursues fame deeply and doesn't know the secret of muddy mash. Looking back, the clouds are flying.

Don't hate the ancients, don't see their people, hate their guts, and don't see their crazy ears. People who know me, two or three sons.

Li Baijun will never see how the water of the Yellow River flows from heaven into the ocean, and it will never return. Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns 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: I'm going to drink, but I won't give up drinking.

Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! .

The sober and sage of the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker kept his name. 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! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.

Chen Er got a gift to make up for Du Fu's lack of Confucianism, and the master became famous. The king provided Changqing with a broad view of the East.

Soap carving is cold and urgent. Since it is dawn, don't watch it happen in vain.

Kanxiang sent Shangguan scholar back to Kansai to do another business, and Cen Can was travel-stained and lonely all day. There is no official support for the elderly, and there are many poor families outside.

Drunk eyes and light hair, spring dreams cross the Yellow River. When is it close to Guancheng?

Sighing with white hair, Cen Can's white hair is partial, and people are helpless. There are more temples than stems at present.

In the backyard, Wang Shoujun complained that when she didn't see the girl in the red boudoir, she was elegant and elegant. Fortunately, the king smiled piteously and recommended the beauty of Xiangtang.

Moths and eyebrows enter * * *, often fearing that their bodies will be abandoned from now on. Zhen Fei was jealous of leaving the palace, and the class girl guessed the long letter.

The door of Changxin Palace can't be closed, and Zhaoyang's song is blowing. The soul in the dream is still saying that the spirit has not come back after sleeping.

The endless yearning for your charming love makes my concubine cry in the backyard. Every time I watch the sunset, I sleep alone until the lights go out.

Smell insects and jade curtains in autumn and welcome Yuanyang water in spring. The beauty of old flowers is endless, and the white hair is similar to the snow now.

Rumor has it that Wan Fan hasn't rested yet, expecting the moth to go to the first month. Value emptiness over reality, abandon my concubine and chase new people.

I would like to ask the significance of pine leaves in Nanshan. If you are interested in drinking Li Bai's spring grass and Luo Shengyu's poems alone, how can you make new hibiscus flowers in the north?

The east wind blows sorrow, and the white hair invades. Looking at the mirror book with Li Bai's way, there is no ancient and modern, and it is still aging after being lost.

Laughing at Byakki Smoker, white hair like frost grass. A decree was sent to the Governor's Mansion in the left courtyard, and a total of red lacquer steps were mounted, separated by purple walls.

In the morning, the emperor's honor entered the palace, and at night the body was stained with the aroma of the furnace. White hair increases, lamenting the withering of spring flowers, looking up at the sky and admiring the flying birds.

There is probably nothing wrong with the brilliant master dynasty, and the emperor played sparsely. Song, a Taoist priest on the rooftop, was lying with white hair, and suddenly he turned into silk in front of the mirror.

Far ashamed to eat Xia Zi, childish.