There are poems lamenting the fleeting time.

1, how time flies when you get old. Although Bian Hua never changed his original intention, he still tried to listen to old songs in a golden coat, still like being drunk in the past. -Ouyang Xiu's "Mulberry Picking"

2, an inch of time and an inch of gold, an inch of gold is hard to buy. anonymous

3. A hundred years means more than one hundred years, so you must love today. -Wang Shizhen

4, the light is the night of the third day, and it is the time for men to study. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young. -Don Yan Zhenqing's Persuasion

5, flowers will reopen one day, and people will no longer be young. -Yuan's "Dou E Yuan" and "Dou E Yuan"

6. The clouds are long, and things change a few degrees. Where there is an emperor in the autumn pavilion, the Yangtze River flows freely outside the threshold. -Wang Bo's poem Teng Wang Ge

7, helpless, I seem to know the return of Yan. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"

8. Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday was great! Yesterday passed, but today I'm bored. The world regrets yesterday, but does not feel that today has passed again. Water flows every day, and the setting sun is rare. The Ming Dynasty will regret what it achieved today. -Ming Wen Jia's Song of Yesterday

9. Encourage in time, and time waits for no one. -Tao Jin's "Yuan Ming Zashi"

10, today is today, how come there are so few today! Not today, when! Life is a hundred years today, today is not a pity! If we wait until the Ming dynasty, there will be something in the Ming dynasty. Write today's poem for you. Please start today. -Ming Mingjia's "Today's Poetry"

1 1, young people don't work hard, and old people are sad. -Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Long Songs"

12, the sunny season is wasted again. What will happen in old age? There are fewer spring days in a year, but more than a hundred years old. -Bai Juyi's Spring Festival Evening is a Gift for Huangfulang.

My white hair has accelerated my aging, just like a pale beam of light that ends the old year. -Meng Haoran's "On Returning to Zhongnanshan at the End of the Year"