Poems or famous sayings about grandma

Poetry about grandma 1. A poem about grandma

(paternal) grandmother

Sit by the old threshold

That dim light

Indifferent.

In another painful silence

Like a withered leaf.

The distance between the treetops and the earth.

Drift and fall slowly

This short and long process

There is an old man wandering around.

The hardest way home in my life.

Grandma carved it on her face.

Deep lines are like

Tell yourself

When I was young,

A lonely place

Suffer a lifetime of suffering

With silver hair, I die.

Twinkling lights in the years

Go to sleep in tears at midnight.

Looking at the night, Long song was deeply grieved.

have gone through all kinds of hardships and difficulties

Struggle, pain and desolation

Squeeze time into a barren pot and spoon.

A whole broken family

When the memory is dark, the tears run out.

Decades of fate seems to be a moment in a dream.

The years are about to be revealed.

The ultimate transformation of fate

(paternal) grandmother

In the boring dusk light

Whisper alone

It seems to admit the unforgivable crime in this life.

Just like I prayed before I died.

The joy of children and grandchildren is endless.

Old hearts are empty.

Quiet pond

Convey lingering moans to the living world.

Go to the realm of enlightenment.

Reach a transcendental state

Never-ending spiritual peak

Granny!

Your pain and tolerance are complete

There is a blood in this family.

The once vast sea.

Now it's as quiet as water.

2. Poems about Grandma

1, I am old, and people are old; Young people, young people, young people. The world is in your hands. -Mencius

2. Lian Po is old and can still eat. Whether the sunset is infinitely good is buried by the coming night. Poems about old people

3. What do you care if you are late? The guest in front of the lamp is not empty. In the troubled half life, there is nothing in the dream.

4, the hair is short and white, blushing. I sing and dance, so do I.

5. I said juvenile madness-Xin Qiji.

6. Xian Yi, young and old, left home, and the local accent has not changed. -He's Zhang Zhi.

7. The silent Dongpo is a sick man with a white beard full of frost. Children mistakenly like Zhu Yan, but when they smile, they know it's burgundy.

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

9. There are few people in life, and the flowing water in front of the door can still move westward. Don't sing white-haired yellow chicken. -Su Shi

10, * * * put a barrel 1000, 70 is three years short. -Bai Juyi

1 1, common alcohol debt, 70 years old. -Du Fu

12, the beauty is broken before she gets old, and she lives alone in the smoking cage until dawn. -Bai Juyi

13, drunk, Wu Yinxiang good, white hair embarrassed. -Xin Qiji

14, I don't know how to spend money when I am old, but I feel passionate about wine. -Wei Zhuang.

15, the support of the dutiful son is also happy, not against his will. A poem about the old man-The Book of Rites

16, there are three kinds of filial piety: great respect for relatives, followed by humiliation and support under them. -Book of Rites

17, parents used to be filial, and a filial piety is a good boy; Aunt Weng can be filial, but she falls on filial piety and morality. From "Persuade to repay kindness".

18. Disciples are filial when they enter, and younger brothers are younger when they leave.

19, The Analects? Study first.

20, parents call, should not be slow; Parents' orders, do not be lazy.

2 1, from (Qing) Li Yuxiu's Brothers.

22, the year of parents, you must know. One is joy and the other is fear. -The Analects of Confucius

23, Meng Wenxiao, Confucius said: "Parents only worry about illness." -"The Analects of Confucius is Politics"

24. Parents love and love, and parents respect and respect. -Confucius

25, young and orderly. -Mencius

26, dutiful son, the greatest respect for loved ones. -Mencius

27. I am old and people are old;

28. Young people are young, and so are people.

29. A gentleman has three pleasures, and the king of the world does not exist. Parents exist, brothers have no chance, and they are happy; Yang is worthy of the sky, regardless of people, but also happy; It is three pleasures to be educated by talents in the world. A gentleman has three pleasures, and the king of the world does not exist. -Mencius

30, the so-called unfilial five, lazy four, regardless of parental support, one is unfilial; Boyi likes drinking, regardless of his parents' support, and is unfilial; Good wealth, private wife regardless of parental support, three unfilial; From the desire for eyes and ears, I thought that my parents were killed and four were unfilial; Brave and heartless, endangering parents, unfilial. -Mencius

3 1, without father or gentleman, is an animal. -Mencius

32. If life is hard, if beauty and evil are unshakable, virtue is inseparable. -Lv Chunqiu

33. Filial sons don't flatter their relatives, loyal ministers don't flatter their princes, and courtiers prosper. -Zhuangzi

34. People who are close to their relatives will settle down at will and be filial. -Zhuangzi

35, the elderly asked, don't bully; The order of the elders, don't be late; Older people give, but dare not return. -Zhou Bingqing

36, heavy wealth, thin parents, not the son of man. Zhu Bailu

3. Poems about Grandma

The poem about grandma has nothing to do with sadness, grandma's dream, and age. The light is scattered in the air and the time freezes at 4: 30. What can people do besides sitting like this? The next second, I woke up, tried to find a topic, raised my voice and laughed, and forgot the embarrassment of the previous moment. Chapter 1: Grandma's Day Author: Sunset is like blood. Press the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, the boss will run, the second child will laugh, and grandpa will walk. Grandma's days are saturated with Huanglian's worries, and piles of hills are always bent and the full moon is like a hook. The northwest wind often shakes the door, and the sleeping children quietly listen to grandma's lullaby. A pair of three-inch golden lotus came trembling and hurried away. The path leading to the field was covered with wrinkles on the forehead, and the sweat turned into a green ocean. The waves raised locked eyebrows. Grandma's smile is like a flower in a rice field. The jujube garden behind the old house is slightly red. That's the thick thread grandma prepared for the bride's wedding dress. The sunset carefully hid behind the mountain. She slipped through her fingers with an apron. Grandma silver line marries the second-born bride. From then on, grandma's thin figure leaned against the entrance of the village and stared at it. The tears soaked in the eyes of that hill are like Sophora japonica wine brewed by WU GANG. Part II: To my dear grandma: You are an extraordinary woman in the hearts of grandma and grandson by the green water. I respect you and love you. You are as generous as the yellow land in our hometown. Your grandson is like a sorghum, deeply rooted in your land, listening to your teachings and carefully holding up the beacon of life. In the memory of childhood, Sun Tzu's playfulness became your joy, and you were right. Your loyalty to marriage, your mother's love for your children, your devotion to your sick husband, and more consideration and care are all your great achievements in this family, which are printed in the childhood memories of your grandchildren. It is impossible to express it in words, but now! Your children have grown up, and your parents and grandchildren have grown up. Looking back on the past, my grandchildren quietly hid your love in their hearts. I always pray that my dear grandmother will live a long and healthy life forever, and my grandchildren will work harder to continue the truth, goodness and beauty of your life. Grandma, I hope you are still satisfied in your hometown. Part III: Grandma's Hand Author: Half life is a dream. With the bell ringing outside Gusu, you held a baby crying like blood at dawn, and turned me into a baby. You watered a Clivia with your heart, bowed your head and prayed from western countries, and one by one broke the spell of Christ. At the dawn without milk, you learned the first ray of sunshine in the morning through the shutters. You dreamed that he grew into Clivia, and the old winter I sucked was sweeter than milk, and the old cotton wool that covered you was buried. The first cock crow in the morning is the life of your hand across the washboard. In my sleeping red dream, your hands are as red as blood. This is not an affectionate spring. It is said that the spring rain fell on a pleasant night, once again erasing the footprints on your ridge. When I hold it at will, it will cut your hand. I am distressed that there will be hibiscus flowers in summer. I don't know if it's your childhood cheek. Cicada came with a wave of wrinkles. Are you sweating or crying in the hot sun? There is no wind at night. Sowing the Autumn Waiting for Gentleman Orchid to Bloom Part IV: Grandma Author: Grandma Zhu Yan Last night, you came to the cabin through time and space, as if your footsteps were so quiet, regardless of the fatigue of the journey. Are you busy cooking? Are your trembling hands busy adding firewood to the jumping flame? Or has that blue double-breasted coat been worn white by time? Your smile sparkles in the flame, just like ripples on the lake in the sun. I want to hear you tell fairy tales in the distance. But after all, a busy figure without an opening is a gift to me. My ears are a little lonely. My old and poor grandmother came from far away and didn't say a word of thanks in the dark room. My hunchbacked grandmother gave me a father. Chapter Five: Grandma in the Hutong Author: Brother Chao can't hear the cries of vendors in the deep hutong. The grandmother sitting on the dock clung to the midday sun. The vicissitudes of the alley in her hands are deeply imprinted on the banana fan. It is raining. Grandma is still sitting on the dock. The banana fan in her hand gently covered her head. It seems that she can't stand getting wet in clean clothes. She looked up at the sky with rich eyes and pierced the dark clouds. It was sunny and golden light shone on her. She smiled. The banana fan fell from her head to her chest. There is no wind. The alley is very quiet. A fly fell from her fan. Chapter 6: For Grandma. Author: Half life is a dream. When I was a child, I touched your hand, which was as rough as a piece of wood. Then I grew up. I saw your hand calluses as hard as steel needles, and they went deep into my heart. Now every time I think of your hand gushing out the warm current called tears, our home has a field by the river in front of our hometown. Every time you pass by, you will see the posture of raising your hoe again and again and plunging into the soil forever. In my mind, at that time, I will take out a certificate from my schoolbag, bring you a teapot and herbal tea, and cook two apples at home. At that time, your hair was still black. Five years ago, I went to the county to study. At that time, I knew nothing about places outside my hometown. You said, "men are going to break into this world. I have always kept these words in mind. When I go home, I will always meet you at the station. When I was at school, you always urged my grandfather to carry me on a red tricycle. Three years later, you nagged me with my black schoolbag. Later, I was admitted to the county entrance examination, and you cried. At that time, I will still miss the smell of sparerib soup cooked by you after my arm was broken, and I will hear your hoarse voice on the phone. When I am sick, I will think of the calm expression when I secretly went to the hospital and was misdiagnosed as esophageal cancer. At that time, your black hair could not cover the spread of white. Now that I'm almost an adult, you still pray for me every day and worry about me until midnight. You will miss me forever. Unconsciously, tears have been falling. In the empty years, you were the only one in the old house, and I became your only sustenance. When I go home, you will cook a lot of dishes. When I was at school, you couldn't even cook. I find that you are not as tall as when you were a child. Just because of the vicissitudes of time, I will still miss you when I am lost. The picture you gave me will still blame you for calling me three or five times. If you still don't get up, I will still miss the way to school. I will talk to you about my ideal. Actually, I know you.

4. sentences describing grandma

The old woman was limping with a crutch in her hand. Her face is wrinkled, but it is easy to see that she is a weather-beaten old man. She is very careful, and her other hand beats her waist and coughs from time to time, which makes people want to help her.

My grandmother is 70 years old, her short hair is covered with frost, her big eyes have sunk in deeply, her teeth are almost falling off, her rough hands are covered with blood vessels like earthworms, and her weather-beaten face is engraved with wrinkles, which seems to record her hardships in the past 70 years.

Grandma has bad teeth. When eating, her two shriveled lips always open and close.

My grandmother's dress today is very different from usual: wearing a wool hat, a brand-new black woolen coat, a pair of blended tweed trousers and a pair of shiny flat shoes. She walked out of the door with a cane in her hand, a beaming face and a red paper in her hand.

Grandma walks with her back straight, her feet "thump" and she speaks faster than walking.

In my impression, Grandma Liu is always very clean. When I walk beside her, I always smell a faint smell of soap. Her hair is always well combed, and it is not messy. Not only did she clean herself, but everything in the house was spotless. She washes the clothes of her son, daughter-in-law and grandson by herself. They always dress straight. I didn't find her idle when I went to her house.

Grandma is carrying a wicker basket and watching one by one. Sometimes I bend down and tap with my fingers, and the crisp sound of "Benedict" arouses the blush on grandma's face and erases all the wrinkles on her face.

My grandmother is over seventy years old. The head is covered with silver hair, and the lines on the head and eyes are heavy. She usually wears a blue coat and black trousers Grandma's hair naturally curls and looks really beautiful; Kind eyes always smile, and words are crisp and pleasant.

She has a loving face and has been through many vicissitudes. When she was young, her black hair was like the first snow in winter and the first frost in autumn. The roots are silver-haired, half covered and half covered. There are wrinkles on my face, like twists and turns in the past.

She has a loving face and has been through many vicissitudes. When she was young, her black hair was like the first snow in winter and the first frost in autumn. The roots are silver-haired, half covered and half covered. There are wrinkles on my face, like twists and turns in the past.

This is a kind old man, his hair is carefully combed, and there is no mess. But silvery white hair is still clearly visible in the black hair. In the slightly sunken eye socket, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly tell the vicissitudes of the years.

Although she has bent down, grandma's wrinkled face blooms a chrysanthemum-like smile; Although her eyes are cloudy, the beautiful memories of her youth are still filled with her whole thin body.

Grandma Zhang, a white-haired neighbor, smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum on crutches. She squinted and looked at Yu's admission notice over and over again, as if what she was holding was not an admission notice, but a rare treasure.

On the other side of the ferry, several people are coming down from the beach. A fat old lady walked in front with a cane. The setting sun shone on her silver hair, which looked radiant.

Grandma's hair naturally curls and looks really beautiful; Kind eyes always smile, and words are crisp and pleasant.

I remember grandma always being very clean. When I walk beside her, I always smell a faint smell of soap. Her hair is always well combed, and it is not messy.

Look at this old woman, sitting at the far right of the table, with a white scarf on her head and a cotton-padded jacket. She hung her head slightly and her hands were skillfully wrapped in gauze.

My grandmother is eighty-three years old this year. She is short, with white hair, wrinkled face and all her teeth lost. Her back is a little hunched, and her feet are only 3 inches long, but she walks with great strength.

My grandmother is seventy years old. Her short hair is covered with frost, her big eyes are sunken, her rough hands are covered with blood vessels like earthworms, and her weather-beaten face is covered with wrinkles.

My grandmother is over seventy years old. The head is covered with silver hair, and the lines on the head and eyes are heavy. She usually wears a blue coat and black trousers

My grandmother is wearing a wool hat, a brand-new black wool coat, a pair of blended tweed trousers and shiny flat shoes today. She walked out of the door with a cane in her hand, a beaming face and a red paper in her hand.

Grandma Zhang took her sister's hand and looked her over and over again in a daze. Looking at it, the tears in her eyes rolled down the wrinkles, string by string.

5. What poems describe grandma?

1, The Jade Girl Rocks the Fairy (Song) flew to Joan's companion, even left the Pearl Palace, but did not return to the fairy to compose music.

Take a toilet for example, how beautiful it is in ordinary words. To compare famous flowers.

It's easy to be afraid of being laughed at. Think about it carefully, this is a wonderful flower, just dark red and plain.

Passionate like this, occupying the world, charming. You should believe that the painting hall is embroidered with pavilions, the moon is bright and the wind is cool, and you can't bear to neglect time.

From ancient times to the present, there are very few beautiful women and talented people. Stay together.

If I don't get it, pity my versatility. May grandma and lazy people be kind-hearted and express their deep feelings under the pillow order.

For the oath. I will never be lonely again in my life.

2, "Dai Xiao's descendants send Weng Weng" (Song Kong Zhong Ping) Dad came to Mizhou and got two sons at the age of two. Teeth are beautiful and thick. Zheng Zheng has teeth, too.

Weng Weng hasn't seen it yet, but he wants to be happy when he sees it. Sun Guang read many books and wrote two pieces of paper.

With the spirit of three or three legs, Jin Kui can walk. Although Weng Weng knows each other, his tricks are different.

Whenever we want to get together, let Luo Bei kneel down. Mother-in-law is on the chariot, and Weng Weng is in the province.

Old woman, how about sleeping and eating? Dad and grandma miss each other very much every day. Every season is good, still drinking delicious food. Yesterday, the furnace was turned on again, and the north wind started for several days.

Quench thirst by drinking poison and sail a thousand miles. 3. The Book of Rivers and Channels (Modern Chen Dawei) There is no blank landscape in our village, but the image of rice is a metaphor of sweat.

Stable vocabulary flies gather in this father's death, and the land provides dreams and locks grandma's dreams. Angular dreams are buried in the west bank of the river and ground into resigned goose eggs with other dead people.

The canal still doesn't give up calling. Let's go, but I have become another sweet potato bitten by the earth. We are all buffaloes destined to farm, so you might as well pay more attention to who is wandering around the school.

4. Whose guest is "He Xinlang" (Wei Song Liao Weng)? Sighing about life is easy to leave, but also rare.

Ten years of dreaming of the provincial hall, a glance is like yesterday. The wind is uncertain and the clouds are urgent.

I have no intention of seeking wealth, but I also know that it is impossible to force wealth. Give it back to me, rabbit garden policy.

Who knows Curtin flute? To the ends of the earth, I still understand the true colors of Chang 'an.

It's my fault. Grandma is so old-fashioned that she is already watching Zhu. But remember, Huang Shang once knew.

Thank you for your hospitality. May you be as healthy as you are today. Send the son to the sky.

5. Nian Nu Jiao (Liu Yi Ke Zhuang) took off his shirt and went down to the shed, laughing at Guo Lang's long sleeves. There is no treasure in Xiaocao Temple, so why keep it?

Yellow milk lamp, green slave blows couch, don't let him peach willow. When the guest came to ask, the Weng lay high and shook his head.

As if in Ceng Zi, houses are full of commercial songs and clothes are endless. If chaos teaches Hugh to chisel his head, he will understand his life through skilled experience.

Uncle Wen's old friends, some Chinese, lost to Yang Qiu. Life is like mail, the only thing you care about is wine.

6. Xie Peiling (Song Anonymous) has a straight face. Steep and handsome.

Eyebrows are long, eyes are at the temple. The nasal sound is rumbling, the mouth is small and the tongue is soft.

Ear crib, ruddy. Items like jade, hair like clouds.

Eyebrows are sharp and hands grow quickly. Sweet milk, thin waist and tight feet.

Those children, let alone asking questions. 7, "Spring is bursting" (Bai Yuan people are blessed) has never been a good thing, and it has been bittersweet since ancient times.

The nurse pressed the clamp tightly and tightly. The more obstacles, the more I feel! 8, "Spring Grass" (Yuan Yang Weizhen) should be male flowers, spring grass, grass reports spring, and leaves are good flowers.

Flowers bloom all over the branches, and milk flowers are short in spring. The wind rolled up and the grass was like hemp.

Excuse me, Chuncao, whose house is floating? Outside Horeb, on every mountain, please ask Mammy to come to the stage.

It is advisable for male grass to draw flowers with blood, and the blood on the flowers cannot be extinguished. 9. "Professor's Four Miscellaneous Poems" (modern Lu Xun) does not hang himself, and it is more than forty.

Why not gamble on fat head and resist dialectics? Poor Vega became Malang's wife.

Black magpie can't doubt, all the way to milk. There is literature in the world, and girls have many hips.

Chicken soup replaces pork, and the door is hidden in the north. Famous people choose novels, and the entry cloud is limited.

Although there are binoculars, it doesn't help myopia. 10, inscription by Yang Chunqu (Bai Yuan Pu) Lighten the worries of reading, and carefully fold the silver letterhead to write the word hate.

I am sorry that I am not used to hurting Acacia, but you will give me a word of praise. The clouds on the temples are lazy and loose, and the powder powder has no intention of reducing the jade capacity.

After years of embroidery, I feel redundant and bored on the screen. Idle gold thread without heart, lazy to drink nectar and cold jade pot.

Cai Lang left, sighed, sighed, and there seemed to be tears on his face. Good things are never born frugal. Since ancient times, melons are bitter and sweet.

The nurse pressed the pliers tightly and strictly, and the more she resisted, the more emotional she became. Laughter will cover the silver candle with black tea, but I won't let go of reading at night.

Hug each other, have fun, but can't stop again and again, what to do. In your busy schedule, your shoes look like shoes. You are lonely and cold.

Hold on to the abominable mother, not only for the dowry, but also for the memory.

6. Beautiful sentences describing grandma

Good sentences:

1. My grandmother is an amiable old man. Although he is nearly seventy years old, his temples are gray and he is in poor health, but his memory and thinking ability are particularly strong.

Whenever I see an old man walking in the street, a short, black-haired rural woman and grandmother will appear in front of my eyes.

I took grandma's hand, and the veins stood out on the back of my hand, like a dead branch. It is these hands that have been taking care of me.

Grandma also has a pair of smooth and dexterous hands. She embroidered me with those hands, sewed clothes for my father and knitted sweaters for my mother. She used to keep the house in order with those clean hands.

5. Rough as an old branch that has experienced a lot of wind and rain, there are many stripes on the black hand, and the deep wrinkles are like a broken tree. This is my dear grandmother's hand.

6. My grandmother is amiable, with narrow eyes, a pointed nose, a small mouth and a very large earlobe, just like Guanyin Bodhisattva.

7. My grandmother is 1.62 meters tall, neither fat nor thin, and her bright eyes still make her look ten years younger. Grandma always has a sweet smile on her face and a pair of reading glasses with black edges on her high nose, which makes me feel grandma's humor.

Good paragraph:

1, grandma is in her fifties with short silvery hair. After years of running water, grandma's face has many wrinkles. It's interesting to say wrinkles! Grandma's forehead wrinkles like "three", canthus wrinkles like fishtail, chin wrinkles like "king" Grandma is cheerful all day and looks very amiable.

Grandma is very kind. Seeing that the child is lost, she will try her best to help the child find a home and send her home. Therefore, people often go home to thank them, no matter how rich the reward is, but grandma is not greedy. Grandma said, "It's right to help others. If everyone does good in return, then the world will become unimaginable. " Seeing that some children are not sensible, grandma will tell him some truth and let him know that he is wrong.

Grandma has short hair, a pointed nose and a wrinkled face. Despite her wrinkles, she is very docile. She takes me to school and home every day. On the way, we talked and laughed and were very happy. Every time grandma comes home, she makes me eat enough fruit before doing my homework. She smiles happily everywhere she goes every day.

My grandmother is a kind old man. My mouth is a little flat because my teeth are about to fall out, but I always have a smile on my face. Especially when I saw my sister and me, I couldn't close my mouth and my eyes narrowed.

My grandmother is a tall and understanding person. Grandma is 6 1 year old this year, but she still looks so young. My grandmother is not only beautiful, but also very capable. She can cook anything: roast, stew and stir-fry Every time she cooks, I can eat a big bowl.

My grandmother is a retired worker. She is seventy years old. A short hair is covered with frost, a pair of big eyes have sunk deep into the orbit, almost all the teeth in the mouth have fallen off, a pair of rough hands are covered with earthworm-like blood vessels, and the wrinkles on the weather-beaten face are criss-crossed, as if recalling the hardships of 70 years. But she is still fresh and radiant.

7. I have a grandmother who loves me very much, is diligent and loves her work. My grandmother is of medium height, with big eyes and gray hair. When you smile, there are always two deep dimples on your face. She is kind and serious and never dotes on her children. I have a little problem, and she will be serious and reasonable, point it out to me with examples and let me get rid of it.

8. Once after school, it rained heavily and all the students left. I stared blankly at the way to school, not knowing what to do. At this time, I saw, saw a pair of familiar, thin, wrinkled hands, walking slowly towards me with an umbrella. Grandma may have worked too hard for our sisters, and her wrinkled hands look thinner.

7. Poems about Grandma

* * * Put 10,000 in a bucket and 70 in 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

8. What poems describe grandma?

1 .1000 hardships, 1000 difficulties, let me tell you from the beginning.

2. Less hair, cold top door, sour head and cool wind.

Really uncomfortable, color change, life and death are in sight.

My feet are numb and my legs are sore. It is really difficult to move, sit and lie down.

All relatives and friends, old and young, are annoyed, and all children and grandchildren are disrespectful.

6. My teeth are gone again, my mouth is watering, and hard things are hard to chew and swallow.

7. Nose leakage, such as pus and drooling, often flows to the chest.

8. Young people, laugh at us and call me stupid.

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

10. It's annoying to mention and forget.

1 1. The bird is blindfolded and looks sticky, and its nose and tears are often wiped off.

12. Deafness makes it difficult to talk with others, and it is also annoying to interfere with others.

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

14. Old and bitter, endless, a kind-hearted gentleman will carefully participate in it.

15. Everyone hates small bowls of rice, and there are too many guests at the table.

All from Du Mu, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty.

Du Mu (A.D. 803- 852), a Chinese character, is the grandson of Prime Minister Du You and the son of Du You. No, Fan Chuan, a layman, was an outstanding poet and essayist in the late Tang Dynasty, especially famous for his seven-character quatrains. Later generations called him "Xiao Du". Unlike Du Fu, he was also called "Du Xiaoli" with Li Shangyin. He was later called "Du Fanchuan" because he lived in South Fan Chuan Villa in Chang 'an in his later years.