What poems are there about the elderly?

1, three rivers and three provinces, governors call them young adults, and five imperial edicts have summoned the old generals. The veteran wiped out the armor of steel armor and used a sword with a flashing seven-star pattern. -Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei's Old General

At the foot of Helan Mountain, soldiers lined up like clouds, and urgent military books were frequently circulated day and night. Our envoy went to Sanhe to recruit soldiers and asked the general to send troops in five ways.

2. I will be sad when I am old, strong and happy today. -from the Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Nine Days Cui Lantian Shizhuang".

When people are old, they have to comfort themselves helplessly in the face of bleak autumn colors. Today coincides with the Double Ninth Festival, and I have come to have a good time with you.

3. The gray head will be sad for a fallen flower, and the blue cloud will envy a cheerful bird. -quoted from Cen Can's "Zuo Yushi Du Fu's imperial edict" in the Tang Dynasty.

My hair turned white, and I lamented the withering of spring flowers. Looking at Qingyun, Wan Li envies birds flying high.

4. Although the old woman is weak, please come home from night. -from the Tang dynasty du fu's "stone trench"

Although I am old and weak, please allow me to follow you back to the camp for the night.

5. I am tired when I am old. Xiang Wenjun said, it seems like today, how can you have fun? The clothes have been stained with dust, red or soft. Looking forward to each other, the soul will break. Xinliangmian Guest House, listening to the phoenix tree scattering rain and the autumn wind trembling. The lights are cold, remember the first sight. -Song: Liu Guo's "He Xinlang Tired of Old Age"

I am like you, like Wen Jun. Now that we are old, we often feel weak. Excuse me, Wen Jun, we are poor and tired now. How can we live in the future?

Looking back at the places where we lived together in Beijing, I'm afraid there are traces of our love for each other. Think about what you and I were like then. Why doesn't it hurt?

At that time, we slept together in a cool guest house, listening to the sound of autumn rain beating on the plane leaves outside the window. In the dim flickering candlelight before my eyes, the scene of our first meeting always comes to my mind.