Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
Life without a base is like the dust of the road.
Life blowing in the wind, the body has gone through hardships, and it is not what it used to be.
When the world is brothers, why do brothers of their own brothers want to date each other?
When you meet a pleasure, you should be happy, and you should invite your neighbors to drink.
Once the youth is gone, it will never come again, and you will never see the arrival of the next day.
It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one.
Life has no roots in the world, floating like dust in the Tao. Life blowing in the wind, this body has gone through hardships and is no longer what it used to be. The whole world wants to be brothers, why do biological brothers want to date each other?
When you are happy, you should be happy. If you have wine, you should invite your neighbors to drink it. Once youth is gone, it is impossible to come back and never see the next day. We should encourage ourselves in our prime. Time goes by and waits for no one.
2. "Persuade poetry?" 》
Song: Zhu?
The days of youth are easy to pass away, and learning is difficult to succeed, so cherish every inch of time and don't let it go easily.
Before the sweet spring grass grows in the pond, the plane leaves in front of the steps have rustled in the autumn wind.
The days of youth are easy to pass, but learning is difficult to succeed, so cherish every inch of time and don't let it go easily. The dream of growing spring grass in the pond is still awake, and the leaves of plane trees rustle in the autumn wind in front of the steps.
3. "Whitehead?" 》
Tang Dynasty: Liu Xiyi?
Li Huafeng, a peach blossom in Luoyang Oriental, flies around, and I don't know whose home it is.
Luoyang woman looks beautiful, sitting alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered plum blossoms, sighing long.
The peach blossom and plum blossom I saw this year have rotted in color. I wonder who can see the beautiful flowers in the flowering season next year?
I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea.
Old friends no longer lament that the peach blossoms are dying in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still falling in the wind.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different every year.
Tell those young people in their prime that they should pity this half-dead old man.
Now he is white-haired and poor, but he is still a handsome young woman.
The old man in his later years once danced with the son of Yu Fangshu's son in the methotrexate song.
There are also beautiful decorative billiard tables like Guanglu Xun Imperial Guards and Horses in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and there are also those with colorful fairy painted in the mourning hall like Liang Ji.
When the old man is sick in bed, he is ignored. In the past, he had fun in the spring. Where is the Qing dance now?
How many times can a beautiful woman like a beautiful woman last? After a while, the crane was disheveled and pale as silk.
All the songs and dances of the ages, the birds left in the dusk are empty.
Peach blossoms and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang are floating around in the wind, flying around, but whose home are they? Luoyang woman, with a delicate and charming face, sat alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered peaches and plums and sighing for a long time. This year, I am here to watch peach blossoms and plum blossoms fade due to withering. I wonder who else will see a brilliant victory in bloom next year? ?
I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed and cut down for firewood. I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea of Wang Yang. Old friends no longer lament the withering of Luoyang Dongtaoli, and now people are still mourning for the falling flowers falling with the wind. Flowers still bloom every year, but people who look at them every year are different.
Tell those young people in their prime to pity this half-dead old man. Now his hair is all white, poor thing. However, he used to be a charming young man. The old man with white hair once played with his son Wang Sun under the fragrant tree, singing and dancing before the flowers fell.
He used to decorate the pool platform with splendid scenery like Ma Fang, who was advised by Guang Luquan in the Eastern Han Dynasty. He also painted clouds and immortals everywhere in the pavilion of his mansion. Now the old man with white head was once ill in bed and ignored. Where was the joy of singing and dancing in the past? ?
And how long can a beautiful woman's youthful beauty last? After a while, the crane's hair was unkempt and white as silk. I saw the land of singing and dancing through the ages, and all that remained was the birds singing in the air at dusk.
4, "Autumn night will dawn the hedge door to meet the cold, two thoughts, two"
Song dynasty: Lu you
3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.
The Yellow River, which is three miles long in Wan Li, flows eastward into the sea, and Huashan Mountain, which is five thousand meters high, goes straight into the sky. Under the oppression of the conference semifinals, the tears of the Central Plains people have run out, and they look forward to Julian Waghann's Northern Expedition year after year.
5. Song of Tomorrow
Ming Dynasty: Qian Fu?
Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows.
Tomorrow will never come.
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.
What will tomorrow be like in a hundred years? Please listen to my song tomorrow.
The day after tomorrow, how many tomorrows!
Waiting for tomorrow, everything will be wasted.
The world is tired of tomorrow, and tomorrow will be endless.
In the morning, the water flows east, and now it grows in the west.
What will tomorrow be like in a hundred years? Please listen to my song tomorrow.
Tomorrow is another tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are. I've been waiting for tomorrow all my life, and I haven't made any progress. The world is as tired of tomorrow as I am, and it will grow old after a year. Watching the river flow eastward in the morning and the sunset at night is the real life. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years? Please listen to my song tomorrow.
Tomorrow is another tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are. Waiting for tomorrow every day, nothing has progressed. The world is as difficult as I am. I'm tired of tomorrow, and endless tomorrow is getting old. Watching the river flow eastward in the morning and the sunset at night is the real life. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years? Please listen to my song tomorrow.