How to write in the circle of friends of young people with white hair

1. We are no longer young, and there are gray hairs among the black hair.

2. Open-mindedness and sadness, affection and fleeting time are all in this thread.

3. When the dyed hair looks like a jet-black indigo, a snow-white crop appears at the roots.

4. People are looking for you thousands of times, are you only hiding under the cover of black hair?

5. I love hair loss so much. I feel like I was a dandelion in my previous life.

6. I don’t know when the white hair on my head changed from like stars to a sky full of stars.

7. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight or ninety. Thousands of roots, countless roots, hidden in the years are all true.

8. Time leaves bunches of fruits for the hardworking, while leaving only a head of white hair and empty hands for the lazy.

9. Life seems like a dream, but it seems like a dream but not a dream. The distinct white hairs are connected to the river of life from one end to the other.

10. The dead wood burns my head full of white hair. After years of separation, there are no more flowers.

11. When the white hair grows again in front of the mirror, who can keep the spring behind? I have no regrets when my youth passes away, and the sunset wipes away the afterglow again.

12. Gray hair is the medal of time, and wrinkles are the rewards of life.

13. In the blink of an eye, black hair and black hair turned white, and I looked back indifferently, with a lot of vicissitudes of life in my heart.

14. You are the beloved of my old and white-headed old man.

15. Black hair turns into blue hair, and finally turns white. May time go by slowly.

16. Even if my hair is gray, whenever you need me, I happen to be by your side.

17. When we are old, the trees want to be quiet but the wind does not stop, just like the wind and rain that come at any time in life. These are not just white hairs, they are clearly human time and human footprints.

18. The strands of hair are the vicissitudes of life; the mottled patches are the joys and sorrows of middle age.

19. The black hair on one head turns white, the years are quiet at this moment, and I look at the world with a smile.

20. Passing through the years, looking at the scenery, walking through thorns, there is a lot of hard work.