Poetry describing the elderly in their prime.

With the dusk shadow in my heart, I am driving in the tomb of Leyou. The setting sun is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.

Step out of Xiamen and go to Cao Cao.

Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has its time.

An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles. A martyr is full of courage in his later years.

The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish happiness can last forever.

Fortunately, even! Sing ambition with a song.

Song of Chang Gan

-Li Bai

When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse and place plum blossoms around the bed.

Living together for thousands of miles, we are both young and happy.

When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.

I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.

But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.

I will wait for you in my post until I die. Do you want to go to Wang Fu Si Tong?

When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.

Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.

I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.

Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.

Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.

Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.

Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .

I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.

Appreciate lotte and praise the old.

Liu Yuxi

People who don't want to get old will have compassion when they get old. The body is thin and the frequency is reduced, and the hair is thin and the crown is self-biased.

Waste books cherish the eyes, and most of them are cooked with years. Classics are still familiar things, and people are like reading Sichuan.

It's lucky to think about it carefully, but it will succeed next time. Sang Yu is late and full of twilight.

Ju Chi Shou

Cao Cao

Although the tortoise has a long life, it has its moments. The snake rides the fog and eventually turns to dust.

The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.

The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish grace can last forever.

Fortunately, even! Sing with ambition.