Poems that cherish life

I have two poems about cherishing life here:

Du Qiuniang advised you not to cherish the golden robe, and to cherish it when you were a teenager. Bloom should fold straight, and don't wait for the flowers to run out.

"Song of Tomorrow" Wen Jia tomorrow after tomorrow, how many tomorrows! Waiting for tomorrow every day is a waste of time. The whole world is tired of tomorrow, which will bring endless veterans. It's a long day today as dusk rolls east. What will tomorrow be like in a hundred years? Please listen to my song tomorrow.