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What poem do you use to describe yourself as old?

Speak as you did then, but your hair is thinning.

What a lovely lock in the bright mirror in the high room, although the silky black turns into snow in the morning and at night. ?

Two people who were young not long ago, now their temples are gray, only to find that half of our friends have died, which makes us shocked and heartbroken?

The old horse was full of ambition in the twilight years of Wan Li martyrs.

Lian Po is old?

Ask Heng E about wine: What should I do if I am cheated by white hair!

Getting old every spring is like sick wine.

The old man was afraid to write farewell poems.

But alas! White hair is long!

Who can read Old Hero? Don't be famous for the sake of fame.

You should also be surprised to ask: How many Fahua are there recently?

Long Yuan can lie on a high place when he is old.

The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.

Although the temple is broken, the heart is not dead.

Years are amazing, fame looks in the mirror, and short temples are not much green.

Old but heroic.

Ran Ran's life will not last long. After all, Zhu Yan in the mirror will slowly disappear.

In the mirror, the aging temples have appeared.

Go back to spring clothes every day and go home drunk every day.

Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old.

Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water.

The scenery of language is fluid, which is not contrary to the temporary reward. (Du Fu's "The Second of Qujiang Two Poems") Life is seventy years old.

Su Shi's "Old Lady Jiang Chatting about Juvenile Madness"

I said juvenile madness, which led to yellow on the left and pale on the right.

Golden hat, mink and fur, thousands of riding rolls and leveling posts.

If you want to report the whole city to the prefect, you will see Sun Lang.

After drinking wine, my chest is still open and my temples are slightly frosted. What's the harm!

When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei?

I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun.

Han Cao Cao's Out of Xiamen;

"Old horse, ambitious. In the year of martyrs, go forward bravely. "