A famous poem about the change of time (a beautiful poem about the change of time)
2. Holding the hand of love in a cup of tea, the years that depend on each other and know each other in those words have already been marked by time, warming the most beautiful scenery in life.
3. I cherish the feelings of a bunch of years in my heart, savoring the Zen of every life.
However, despite the sadness, the autumn wind still comes as scheduled, and the leaves are still invincible to the change of seasons and the loss of years.
5. Sadness flows, but it can't hide the mottled years. It is difficult to open the blue and white dream. The lost elegance returns to the past, and those dreams are stranded on the other side of the fleeting time.
6. Singing the annual rings of the years, life is like a dream, and the joys and sorrows in the old story are interpreted. How many memories are destroyed and how many times pass.
7. The years don't last, the seasons flow, the mottled years fly with the world of mortals, the thoughts that are constantly cut are full of parting, and the fragrance of the years still remains.
8. Thousands of flowers bloom, sighing that time flies, water is unintentional, flowers drift with the tide, years are at a loss, sighing that time has disappeared without a trace.
9. Wei Yun's lonely moon, look, the flowers are heartbroken, listen, and the years are seamless.
10. The past is like smoke, and the years are traceless. How many memories are worth combing, how much time is worth pursuing, but I don't know how many times I dream of peach blossom.
1 1. Looking back suddenly, the years are scattered on the face of the season, mottled with memories, old and young.
12. Time flies, the years are inexplicable, and the lamentation is euphemistic. I am willing to wait with my life memory until the years are serious.
13. I really hope that time is a tree without rings and will not grow old in the change of seasons.
14. The memory of the years is like a small drop of water splashing on the dull notes of the years, dyeing mottled flowers.
15. The years that pass by in a hurry are like simple and beautiful Lu. Flowers and leaves that have withered are nutrients that nourish our hearts.
16. There is a sincere heart in that gentle eyes. The lonely story in the wooden door has not been dusty by the yellowing years.
17. Read the goodness in the world, the ever-flowing water, the vicissitudes and tastes of the years, and the deep affection in your eyes.
18. Time flies, time flies. Only the lotus in the pond is pure and fragrant, and the flowers in the dust, she clearly shows her elegant demeanor for you, brushing away the secular life.
19. Missing in time is the warmth of love in the years. Turn over a clear text, smile, and have the sound of running water in your heart.
Looking at the handwriting of the past year, we will go back to the years when we loved each other and grow old side by side.
2 1. Time is long * * * The belief that we have walked together is the stability of the world. This affectionate hand-held fireworks will not live up to time.
22. A person has to go through many roads in his life to see all the scenery in the world, to fade away in the years and to position himself appropriately.
2. The Book of Songs in July, a poem representing the alternation of years.
Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September. On the first day, Li Lie was born the next day; No clothes, no brown, why did you die? On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe. With my daughter-in-law, we are very happy to see each other in the south.
Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September. In spring, the sun shines and Amin is in the sky. The woman followed with a basket, begging for soft mulberry. Spring came and Qi Qi was adopted. Sad: Almost like a son?
Fire is full in July and reeds are full in August. Silkworm, moon, mulberry, take axe fork, cut far and wide, as the mother mulberry. I sing in July, I perform in August, and I carry Xuan and Huang. I am Zhu Kongyang, and I am a son.
Beautiful in April, singing in May. Harvest in August and crush in October. A day to raccoon, fox, for the child. The next day, they were still the same, carrying martial arts and saying private words for the public.
In May, geese move, and in June, pheasants vibrate. July in the wild, August in the spare time, September in the house, October cricket, got into my bed. The dome suffocated the mice and stuffed them into the door. Hey, my wife, she said she wanted to change her age and entered this room.
June will be depressing and stinging, July will be Hengkui and glutinous rice, and August will be peeled. Called "He Qian", he began to sow hundreds of grains, offered lambs to sacrifice leeks, and adopted Qi Qi.
The next day, Bingchong, how did you die, and so did I.
Harvest crops in April, reeds in August, fleas in April and Lingyin in March. One day in the dog, said to change a year. Eat melons in July, wash the floor in October, sing songs in May and dress my son.
Fire in July, entering the palace to perform kung fu, born in August, born in July. The sun shines in spring, and the toes are raised on the fourth day.
The nursery will be built in September. This is spring wine. A woman's heart is sad. Oh, my wife, in June, the pheasant fluttered its feathers and the night was full of sorrow. The woman with the basket? Third grade, I want soft mulberry. The days of spring are getting longer and longer; Xiaomi is heavy. Sunlight is in the grass, clothes are given in September and crickets are given in October. Silkworm, moon, mulberry. With my wife and son. He won the prize in August, stroking for his daughter, picking up an axe, breaking pots in August, carrying martial arts, stroking for himself in Nanmu, and stroking for his uncle in September. July is the opposite. Oh, my farmer. Singing in July. September frost. Pick tea and pay for it.
In June, when I was depressed and bitter, I entered this room, wearing mystery and yellow, and entered my bed. The next day, I, Zhu Kongyang, celebrated my birthday with an eyebrow, happily led the fox, peeled dates in August, followed in its footsteps, sang Cang Geng in August, and presented a public gift: I almost brought my son back and got clothes in September. The dome suffocated the mice, stuffed them into every household, and privately discussed cutting them down. Friends drink alcohol, and it falls in October.
In May, shares were mobilized for The Book of Songs, and in July, Gongzi Qiu made a preface.
Full of fire in July, eat my farmers: life is boundless, the second day of Li Lie, at home in September. Go to court. One day, kill the lamb?
July fire; Anxious to get a house; Lack of clothes
The poems about fleeting time and short life are dedicated to Ruan Ji.
Life is like dust, lasting forever.
Short song line Cao Cao
Calling for Song one after another, how many days do we have? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan.
Cherish time and anonymity
Flowers bloom and fall, and life grows old.
Jiang Libai
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .
Two Du Fu Poems in Qujiang
Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old.
Bai Juyi, who likes friends to stay overnight.
Life smiles, how many times in a hundred years?
Yong Huai Bai Juyi
Within a hundred years of life, the speed is as fast as a gap.
Weeping yin Wei
Life can be geometric, after all, it is intangible.
Qingming gaozhu
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
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When singing is silent on wine, life is limited and infinite.
Cai Sangzi Chongyang Mao Zedong
Life is easy to get old, but it is hard to get old.
[Sailing at night] When you are 100 years old, you dream of a butterfly, and you can look back. Today, spring has come, the flowers of the Ming Dynasty have withered, and the midnight light is urgently punished.
[Wind pine] The sun is red and the west is oblique, and the disease is downhill. Clear the mirror and add snow at dawn, and go to bed to say goodbye to shoes. Don't laugh at bird's nest, you always play dumb in the gourd.
The poem about the passage of time is 1. An inch of time costs an inch of gold, but an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time.
2, don't eat all day, never leave.
If young people don't work hard, old people will be sad.
4, black hair does not know how to study hard early, Bai Shoufang regrets studying late.
5. Flowers will reopen one day, and life is no longer a teenager.
6, the solar terms do not spare seedlings, and the years do not spare people.
7. There are no two mornings in a day, and the time has not arrived.
8, time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle.
10, the prime of life is no longer coming, and time waits for no one.
It passed like this, day and night! Confucius
The Yellow River flows eastward, the white sun sets in the west, Sichuan and streamers passing by, and they are erratic. -Li Bai
Time is gone forever, and my career is hard to give up. -Branding
If you don't come back in your prime, it's hard to wake up in the morning. You should encourage yourself in time, time waits for no one. Tao Qian
If you don't come back in your prime, it's hard to wake up in the morning. You should encourage yourself in time, time waits for no one. Tao Qian
Have you noticed that the water of the Yellow River comes from all over the world, enters the ocean and never returns? Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night. -Li Bai
Heaven and earth, the journey of all things; Time flies, and generations have passed. -Li Bai
"Life is like a blink of an eye, just suddenly." -Zhuangzi
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year. Liu Xiyi
Time flies and makes people old, and the sun and the moon run like teenagers. -Great.
It passed like this, day and night! Confucius
Tomorrow follows tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. I will wait for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring. Watch the water flow eastward and the sunset at dusk. A hundred years tomorrow can be geometric, please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia "Tomorrow Song")
The Yellow River flows eastward, the white sun sets in the west, Sichuan and streamers passing by, and they are erratic. -Li Bai
Flowers bloom again and people are no longer young. -Guan Hanqing
When washing hands, the days pass from the water box; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl. I realized that he was in a hurry, and when I reached out to cover it, he passed by the covered hand again; When it was dark, I was lying in bed, and he quickly passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I hide my face and sigh. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh. -Zhu Ziqing
Time is gone forever, and my career is hard to give up. -Branding
The longest is time, because it is endless, and the shortest is time, because all our plans are too late to be completed. -Voltaire
5. Regarding the ancient poems lamenting the passage of time, there should be a famous aesthetic poem lamenting the passage of time:
Every day when the cock crows, it is the best time for boys to read. If you don't study early, you will regret learning late. (Tang) Yan Zhenqing's "Encouraging Learning"
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, it's white and sad. (Song) Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"
The prime of life no longer comes, and it will be difficult to wake up one day. (Gold) Tao Yuanming's Miscellaneous Poems
Nothing in the world will make people old. It's half cock and half horseshoe (Qing) Wang Jiuling's "Topic Hotel"
The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green. (Song) "A Prune"
Don't say Sang Yu is late, because it is still full of clouds.
Where were those lost times before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, my tears fall down. (Tang) On the Youzhou Tower.
I advise you not to cherish the golden robe. I advise you to hold it when you are a teenager. You can fold flowers straight, don't wait until there are no flowers. (Tang) The author of The Witch Stripe is anonymous.
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. (Song) Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
There is only white hair in a fair world, and there is no pity for your head. (Tang) Du Mu's "A Unique Skill of Sending a Hermit"
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6. Poetry 1. Time only reminds people that they are old, don't believe in family ties, hate leaving the pavilion for a long time, and wake up with tears.
-Yan Shu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Time Only Makes Old" 2. The streamer is easy to throw, and the cherry is red and the banana is green. -Jie Jiang's crossing the Wujiang River with a prune and a boat. I advise you not to get drunk before you spend it. This year's flowers will wither, and next year's flowers will wither, turning your head white.
-Zhao Bingwen's "Qing Xing Er, Wind and rain are flowers" 4. When you get older, your feelings will decrease. If you don't drink, you will be afraid of the New Year. -Xin Qiji's "Magnolia Slow Chuzhou Sending Model Table" 5. The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.
-Liu Yuxi's Thoughts on the Old Times in Xipaotai Mountain 6. In the past, I refused to marry Feng Chun, but I was misunderstood by the autumn wind for no reason. -He Zhu's "Heart Bitter Willow Back to the Pond" 7. The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, which used to be a stunning photo.
-Lu You's "Two Poems of Shenyuan" 8. Snow used to be like flowers, but now it is like snow. -Fan Yun "Don't Poem" 9. People like Qiu Hong have faith and things like spring dreams.
-Su Shi, "On the twentieth day of the first month, I was born and Pan Guoer were looking for spring in the suburbs. Last year, I went to Queenstown to write poems and rhymes. "10. One door becomes three fires, and the world is exhausted. -Su Shi's Mu Fu of Linjiang Xian Sending Money 1 1. There are several plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea.
-Liu Zhu's "Gu Tian Xue Shan Cheng Yu Zhi Han" 12. The husband of heaven and earth, the inverse of everything; Time flies, and a hundred generations fly by. -Li Bai's Preface to the Spring Banquet of Peach and Plum Gardens 13.
The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. -Pick the EU 14. The world is a big dream. How cool is life in autumn? -Su Shi's Xijiang Moon, A Dream on Earth 15. I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, and the leaves in front of the steps were already autumn.
-Zhu's Accidental Success 16. Grass and trees also know sorrow, Shao Hua is bald. -Cao Xueqin's Tang Duoling Catkin 17. Countless people meet, laugh for a hundred years, and return several times.
-He Menggui, "Fishing for Fish: Where Are Everyone in the New Year" 18. When young people left home, the local accent did not change. -He's "Two Hometowns Joint Book, Volume I" 19. The background light and the moon have been blocked for ten years.
-Nalan Xingde's "Young Beauty, Silver Bed, Old Man" is 20,000 feet long and sad, and fifty years of spring dreams are prosperous. -Georgie's "The laurel tree is reduced, and the guest window is bright" 2 1. Autumn grass grows older on strangers, and the sun sets in the building every day.
-Yan's Partridge Days, Drunk Shooting Spring Shirts, Cherishing Old Fragrance 22. Everyone left before, but today the water is still cold. -Luo "Give People to Yishui" 23. More than 20 years is like a dream, although this body is shocking.
-Chen "Linjiang Deng Xiaoge Zhong Old Friend" 24. A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha, a new word and a glass of wine" 25. A long cloud pool has a long shadow, and things change for a few years.
-Wang Bo "Teng Xu" on page 26. Watching Mid-Autumn Festival every year is foggy and rainy. -Once upon a time "August 14th to Izayoi Moonlight Beauty" 27. Sigh in the crevice, catch fire in the stone, and dream in the body.
-Su Shi's "Apricot fragrance and tree bosom" 28. Rise and fall of eternal dreams, poetic eyes tired of the world. -Zhang Kejiu's "Everyone is looking at the moon, there are books in the mountains" 29. There is a song of a thousand willows in Qingjiang River, and the Boss Bridge was built twenty years ago.
-Liu Yuxi's Yang Liuzhi.