Poems mourning the loss of youth

1, I can't help spending it, and I feel very familiar with Yan Huilai.

Source: Huanxisha, a new word and a glass of wine

Author: Yan Shu

I can't help it when the flowers fall, and the returning swallows are familiar.

At that time, the bright moon was there, like a colorful cloud.

Source: "Linjiang Xian, Dream Behind the Tower, Locked Up"

Author: Yan

At that time, the bright moon was still there and returned with colorful clouds.

3, white hair and flowers, don't laugh, six want to shoot diligently. Where is life like respecting the former?

Source: Huanxisha, People Draw Boats on the Upstream of the Dike

Author: Ouyang Xiu

Don't laugh at the old man with white hair, put flowers in his head. I often exchange cups with Liu Yao's euphemistic pipa. Everything in life is like singing to wine.

The flowers this year are better than those last year. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who do you know?

Source: "Langtaosha Toast Dongfeng"

Author: Ouyang Xiu

This year's bonus is better than last year, and next year's flower show will be even better. Unfortunately, I don't know who I will be with at that time.

5. At this time, Mingyue, Yiyi Su Ying, where did it fly?

Source: "The Full Moon Sads the Past of Mo Wen"

Author: Nizan

The bright moon overhead, soft and bright, is still the round that shines on the previous dynasty, but where did it come from?