Juvenile white-haired poems

1. What are the poems about "youth" and "white hair"? 1. Shang Yang Bai Juyi with white hair

Shang Yang people, Shang Yang people, beauty is black, white hair is new.

2. See White Hair in the Mirror Zhang Jiuling

In the past, Qingyun was brilliant and white hair was wasted.

3. Li Bai's Into the Wine

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.

4. "Get out of the queue and give it to Zhuang Ci Chen Tongfu" Xin Qiji

However, after the king died, his affairs in the world won his reputation. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!

5. Su Shi's "Huanxisha Right Habitat Water Qingquan Temple"

Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!

6. Li Bai's Seventeen Songs of Qiupu

Temple in autumn, once whispered, has declined.

7. "Guan Shanyue" land trip

Garrison Diao Dou urged the moon to set and joined the army at the age of 30.

8. Su Shi's "Huanxisha, snow seal, frost must not surprise yourself"

Snow, frost and beard are not surprising in themselves. Will be more brilliant. Feel ashamed before you get drunk.

9. "Caoqinghu Lake in Longyang County"

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.

10. "Anding Tower" Li Shangyin

Young and promising Jia Yi shed tears in vain, and Chundeng Temple once again made a trip to Wang Can. I often yearn for the freedom of the old people in the rivers and lakes after retirement, and I want to travel to a different world.

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1. Shang Yang people, Shang Yang people, beauty is black, hair is new. -"Shang Yang White-haired Man" Bai Juyi

Translation: shangyang palace, shangyang palace, the beauty of that year has secretly disappeared. Now in my twilight years, my hair is as white as silver.

Stay in the past, and you will be gray-haired. -"Seeing White Hair in the Mirror" Zhang Jiuling

When I was a prime minister, I was busy and ambitious for my country. Now I have done a long history. I have nothing to do. I am wasting my time.

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. -Li Bai's "Into the Wine"

I didn't see my elderly parents sighing in the mirror that they were white-haired and had black hair in the morning, so how did they turn white at night?

However, before and after his death, the king did everything for the world and gained fame. Poor hair has become a white-haired man! -"Breaking the Array, Giving Zhuang Ci to Chen Tongfu" Xin Qiji

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. Poverty has become a white-haired man!

5. Who says life is endless? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age! -"Huanxisha Youqiushui Qingquan Temple" Su Shi

Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The stream in front of the door can still flow westward! Don't sigh how time flies when you are old!

6. The two temples have fallen into the autumn pool, and with a whisper, they have declined. -"Seventeen Songs of Qiupu" by Li Bai

When I entered Qiupu, I was worried about my temple all morning.

7. Garrison Diao Dou urged the moon to set and joined the army at the age of 30. -"Guan Shanyue" Lu You

Diao Dou, the night watchman of the watchtower, urged the moon to go down. He joined the army at the age of 30 and now he has lost all his hair.

8. Snow and frost are not surprising. Will be more brilliant. Feel ashamed before you get drunk. -"Huanxisha Snow and Frost Not Surprised" Su Shi

Although his temples are gray, he is still like the youngest teenager, blushing before getting drunk.

9. The west wind blew the waves of the old Dongting, and Xiang Jun turned a lot of hair white overnight. -Caoqing Lake in Longyang County

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.

10. Jia Sheng shed tears when he was young, and RoyceWong went further for a spring outing. I often yearn for the freedom of the old people in the rivers and lakes after retirement, and I want to travel to a different world. -Li Shangyin, "Anding Tower"

Jia Yi, who had a bright future, shed tears in vain, and RoyceWong, who went upstairs in the spring, went on a long trip. I often yearn for being able to retire freely in my later years and want to go boating freely around Gankun.

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2. Poems describing white hair sigh Wang Wei with white hair

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.

On white hair and records

Whitening and combing your hair, a woman surprises her wife with tears. 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.

3. Poetry 1 About the white hair of young people, "Niannujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.

To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.

The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.

The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.

Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.

A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.

I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.

Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.

The mighty river of no return and the surging waves have washed away all the heroes of the ages. To the west of Laoying, people say it was the Red Cliff where Zhou Yu fought fiercely in the Three Kingdoms. Steep stone walls soar into the sky, and thunderous waves beat against the river bank, and the waves aroused seem to have rolled up thousands of accumulated snow. The majestic mountains and rivers are picturesque, and how many heroes have emerged at one time.

Looking back at Zhou Yu's spring breeze, Qiao, a peerless beauty, just married him, full of heroic spirit. Wearing a nylon scarf, the hand-rocking feather fan was talking and laughing, and the battleship of the strong enemy burned to ashes. Today, I wandered in the battlefield of that year, laughing at my sentimentality and premature delivery of white hair. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay homage to the bright moon on the river.

2. "See white hair in the mirror"

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling

In the past, Qingyun was brilliant and white hair was wasted.

But in the mirror, I feel sorry for myself.

When I was a prime minister, I was busy and ambitious for my country. Now I have done a long history. I have nothing to do. I am wasting my time. But when I look in the mirror, I see my hair is white and old. I feel deeply lonely, but my body sympathizes with my shadow.

3. "Tweezers and white hair from Autumn Medicine Refinery to Liu Yuanxiong Zong Lin"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

A fallen tree knows the age and autumn, and a bottle of ice knows the cold.

Guizhi is green and the snow is shining.

When you were young, you would climb the red phoenix with your wings.

Thirty years of voting, ups and downs.

Look at the clouds, sit up and pay attention.

Look in the mirror in autumn, and your hair will wither.

Poverty gives birth to Jia, and hunger gives birth to mother's rice.

When heaven and earth are extremely beautiful, Tao sighs.

Yue is suitable for Zhao, and Su Qin can speak Korean for the first time.

Why destroy it when it is fixed on me?

When a leaf falls from the tree, you can know that in autumn, a bottle of water freezes, and you can know that it is cold. Guizhi is greener every day, and Lingyun's branches are taller.

Young people are heroic and eager to climb the swan goose and reach the top. We have been dating for 30 years, sharing weal and woe, sorrow and joy. Sighing at the blue clouds, sitting opposite and looking at the white hair. The bronze mirror is an aging autumn face, and the once strong black hair withered under the high crown.

When he was poor, he did business with Bao Sheng like Guan Zhong, and when he was hungry, he begged her for a meal. At that time, the clouds will open up and there will be a way in the chest. Why do you need to sigh? I feel that I have just arrived in Zhao, and Su Qingang lobbied South Korea. Of course, I am very satisfied with myself. Why does time ruin my youth?

4. Qiu Si Fisherman's Pride

Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.

Autumn has come, and the scenery in the northwest frontier is very different from that in Jiangnan. The geese flew back to Hengyang again, without any intention of staying. At dusk, the horn sounded, and unique wind, horse flute, Qiang flute and horn sounded from all directions. In the rolling mountains, the sun sets, the smoke rises and the gates of an isolated city are closed.

After drinking a glass of turbid wine, I can't help thinking of my relatives thousands of miles away. At present, the war is not peaceful, and my fame and fortune have not yet been established. You can't plan ahead. There was a long sound of Qiang flute in the distance. It's very cold, and the ground is covered with frost and snow. It's late at night, and it's hard for people fighting outside to fall asleep. Both generals and soldiers have white hair and tears on their skirts.

5. Huanxisha Right Banner Water Qingquan Temple

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Play Qingquan Temple in Qishui, next to the temple is Lanxi, and the stream flows west.

The buds just growing at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream, and the sand road between the pine trees is washed away by the rain. In the evening, the rain began to trickle down, and cuckoo calls came from the pine forest.

Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!

In Qingquan Temple, a tourist attraction, the temple is next to Lanxi, and the stream flows westward. At the foot of the mountain, the newly pumped bluegrass buds are soaked in the stream, and the sand road between the pine forests is washed spotless by the rain. In the evening, it is drizzling and cuckoo singing. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The stream in front of the door can still flow westward! Don't sigh how time flies when you are old!

4. The poem about white hair is 1. The emperor's world events are over and he won fame before he died.

Poor hair has become a white-haired man! -Excerpted from Xin Qiji's translation of "Breaking the Fighter, Giving Strong Words to Chen Tongfu" in the Song Dynasty: wholeheartedly completing the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country for the monarch and gaining a good reputation passed 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. -Excerpted from "Seventeen Songs of Autumn Pu" by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty: White hair grows three thousands of feet, and it grows because of sorrow.

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. -Excerpted from Li Bai's "Into the Wine" in the Tang Dynasty: Didn't you see that you were looking in the mirror in the high hall and deeply lamented the 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! My hero, you should seize the time to make contributions to your country, and don't waste your youth in the air, because you will be sad when you get old.

5. 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's "Song Li is in vain" was published by thousands of feet, and E79FA5E98193E4B893E5b19E31333231396265 was as long as sorrow.

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 is happy to meet, how many things have happened in ancient and modern times? (Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Luo Guanzhong) Jin Yuanhao asked "seeing your wife off". The guest dreams long and the letter turns to Peng, and the bed moves 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.

6. Poetry describing people's white hair at a young age should not be taken lightly, and youth is white and sad! -Yue Fei's black hair doesn't know how to study early, but his white hair regrets studying late.

-Yan Zhenqing teenagers are easy to learn but hard to get old. Every inch of time is an inch of light. -Zhu Shaonian doesn't work hard, but the boss is sad.

-"Long Songs" is old and ambitious; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years. -Cao Cao is in his prime and will never return, but it is difficult to wake up in the morning. Encourage yourself in time, and time waits for no one.

-Tao Qian Heaven and Earth, a journey of all things; Time flies and generations have passed. -Li Bai Time flies and makes people old, and the sun and the moon run like teenagers.

-Gao Ming died like a husband, and he didn't give up day and night. -Kong Qiu Tomorrow is tomorrow, and there are many tomorrows. I will wait for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted.

If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring. Watch the water flow east and the sun set.

A hundred years tomorrow can be geometric, please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia's "Song of Tomorrow") The Yellow River flows eastward, the white sunset is in the West Sea, and the passing Sichuan is drifting.

-Li Baihua reopened, and people are no longer young. -Guan Hanqing's years are gone forever, and it is difficult to give up his career.

-Bai Lanning advised you not to cherish the golden robe, and advised you to cherish youth. Fold the flowers straight, don't wait for them to run out. -"Golden Pack" Who said that life is not less? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!

-Su Sushi My white hair urges me to decline, like a pale beam ending in old age. -Meng Haoran.