What are the poems that lament the vicissitudes of life?

A poem that feels the vicissitudes of life

Recalling the past, I sang the old flute song in vain.

When I went to my hometown, I looked like a rotten ke.

A Liu Yuxi's "Reward Lotte Yangzhou First Meeting"

Translation:

I can only play the flute and write poems. I'm disappointed. By the time I came back, things had changed, and I was like a rotten person.

Who teaches red-violet night,

The two men knew each other thoughtfully.

Jiang Yikui's Partridge Sky

Translation:

I don't know who it is, but it makes me miss it. Every reunion night, only you and I can feel this feeling.

Don't miss your old friends and your country.

Try new tea with a new fire.

-Su Shi's "Looking at Jiangnan"

Translation:

Don't miss your hometown in front of old friends, just light a new fire and cook a cup of newly picked tea.

I often spit wine before the flowers bloom every day.

Never mind that Zhu Yan in the mirror is thin.

Bai Juyi's Dream Micro

In order to get rid of this kind of leisure trouble, I spend every day, let myself get drunk, and I will lose weight without hesitation, even if my face changes in front of the mirror.

Now that I think of Jiangnan music,

I was young and thin at that time.

Bodhisattva in Wei Zhuang

Translation:

Now think back to the benefits of Jiangnan. At that time, I was young and romantic, with a spring breeze and graceful charm.

In June, the soil was buried under the spring to fix the bones.

I send snow all over the world.

-Bai Juyi's Dream Micro

Translation:

I miss you under the grave, and the soil erodes your flesh and blood, and finally turns into a handful of loess. Although I am still alive, I am also gray at my temples.

3,000 feet, clear your worries and temples,

Fifty years of prosperous spring dreams.

George's "Gui Gui Ling"

Translation:

Too much sorrow makes three thousands of feet white hair, and no matter how prosperous it is, it is just a dream of spring.