Since ancient times, beauty has sighed to death, and heroes can't see their old heads. Which poem is it from?

Since ancient times, beauties have sighed to death, but heroes can't see their old age. This means that even the most beautiful beauty has to sigh that she is getting old, and even those who have made great contributions to the world will eventually get old. This is a metaphor. Time will eventually make people old and lose their youth.

From Qu Yuan's Lisao in the Warring States Period: "Only the grass and trees are scattered, and the beauty is afraid of death."

It means: I can't help worrying that the beauty (referring to the king) will get old day by day when I think of the constant withering of vegetation. Old age: refers to old age. Time flies, the beauty's youth is like a fading plant. The author laments that the years are ruthless and there are not many days to come. He just wants to grasp the short life and achieve something.