1. Poems about haste
Poems about haste 1. What are the poems that describe haste
1. The world is full of silk, and the years are rushing. , thirsty and dreaming of lung congestion. ——"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Eternal Emei Moon" Wei Liaoweng of the Song Dynasty
2. Time has made my hair gray in a hurry, and my green shirt is worn out by the dust. ——"Cheng Chen Shangzhi" Wu Zeli of the Song Dynasty
3. The busy writings are full of things, and the years are passing by happily. ——"Farewell to the Kings" Song Dynasty, Juan Gangzhong
4. Living in the north of Lushan Mountain in Cao Cao Yuan, the water flows eastward in a hurry. ——"Feelings" Fang Yue of the Song Dynasty
5. The years go back in a hurry, and the horse's head goes west and comes east again. ——"Ci Yun Han Chen Min Kou Ferry" Song Dynasty Fang Hui
6. Right and wrong Gun Gun scholars grow old, and the years rush back. ——"Dairing Wine" by Chen Yuyi of the Song Dynasty
7. Heaven and earth travel in reverse directions, and time passes by in a hurry, so I can't bear to gourd melons. ——"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·The north wind brings greenery to the courtyard" Yuan Bai Pu
8. The years are rushing by, and you are as busy as a galloping horse. ——"Jiechou" Chang Quanzi of the Yuan Dynasty
9. The years are so fleeting, and people put willow trees to remember the Qingming Festival. ——"Eight Sounds of Ganzhou·Very Hurrying Years" Luo Chair of the Song Dynasty
10. There is no need to hate the passing of time, as there is no need to leave and break up in life. ——"Send off Fu Zhengmin to Yongjia" Zheng Gangzhong of the Song Dynasty
2. Poems describing hurry
"Shui Diao Ge Tou·Eternal Emei Moon"
Song Dynasty: Wei Liaoweng
The eternal Emei moon shines on my parting cup. The old man gathers and disperses in middle age, and his pulse is as if he is pregnant. In the middle of the night, the weather is windy and rainy, and the scenery of the mountains is separated from each other, just to put a smile on my face. Shaking hands tells the story of old times, touching palms discusses talents. The people in the mountains and the maids in the kitchen were also surprised and guessed. The new rise at the head of the river prompts the stock price to rise, and I want to go back to Pei again. The world's affairs are all over my hair, the years are passing by, and my lungs are filled with thirst and dreams. After drinking, he went to listen to the guests, and the Duke returned with a gift.
"Nian Nujiao·I Come to Niuzhu"
Song Dynasty: Wu Yuan
I come to Niuzhu to chat and enjoy the view, and feel as open-minded as a guest. Whoever chooses this dangerous pavilion will be able to separate the past and the present from all sorrow. The river is full of whales, the mountains are full of tigers, and the dangers are natural and not man-made. There have always been boats and ships that have swept away millions of Hu Jie. The memory shines brightly, a man should be like this, a hero. Time flies by and cannot be retained, and the stars on the temples have become tweezers. The clouds are darkening the river and the sky, and the smoke is dimming the Huaihe River. It is the season of soul-breaking. The railings were beaten to pieces, and the drunken madness was full of loyalty and anger.
"Eight Sounds of Ganzhou·Very Hasty Years"
Song Dynasty Luo Chair
Very hasty years, and people put willow trees to remember the Qingming Festival. Directly at the north and south peaks, there is the sound of laughter from the mountains and the sound of flutes from the water. The mist and rain on the tower are blown away, and the orioles' whispers break up the spring sunshine. There is no fragrant grass anywhere, but this is green. Who cares if the plums and bamboos planted at the foot of Gushan are cold, but the chrysanthemums and springs are clear. Seeing how human beings are, you don’t need to wake up if you are intoxicated. When asked when Fan Chuan returned, he sighed at his hometown and the seventy-five pavilions. Do you know that the bamboos in the cave, clouds and streams laugh at me?
"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·The north wind makes the garden green"
Yuan Dynasty: Bai Pu
The north wind makes the garden green, and guests' temples are filled with frost. Looking back to the north and looking at my hometown, I shed tears in my eyes. Heaven and earth travel in reverse directions, and the years pass by in a hurry, so I can’t bear to gourd melons. There are friends all over the world, no place is home. Wuxi fish, Qianli cuisine, Jiujiang tea. Create and retain from him, build an old life. I don’t want there to be saints in my wine, I just want my mind to be clear and I can sleep in the mist. In the evening, I recall blowing my hat, and the chrysanthemums on the fence are gradually blooming.
3. Poems about Zhu Ziqing's prose "Hurry"
It is a prose poem in itself. In a hurry, Zhu Ziqing's swallows have gone, but there will be a time to come again; the willows are withered, but there is a time to be green again; the peach blossoms Thanks, I'll open it again sometime.
But tell me, wise one, why are our days gone forever? ——Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? It's just that they escaped on their own: where are they now? I don't know how many days they gave me; but my hands are becoming increasingly empty. Counting silently, more than eight thousand days have slipped by my hands; just like drops of water on a needle's tip dripping into the ocean, my days have been dripping into the flow of time, without sound or shadow.
I couldn’t help but feel dizzy and burst into tears. Although what has gone has gone, and what has come is still coming; how hurried is it in between? When I got up in the morning, two or three slanting sun beams came into the hut.
The sun has feet, and it moves away gently and quietly; I also follow it in a daze. Thus - when I wash my hands, the days pass by the sink; when I eat, the days pass by the rice bowl; when I am silent, the days pass by before my gazeful eyes.
I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he would stride over my body in his agile way. Passed by and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, another day has slipped away.
I hid my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new days began to flash through the sigh again.
What can I do in this world of thousands of households in the days when I am escaping like flying away? There is only wandering, nothing but hurrying; in the rush of more than eight thousand days, what is left but wandering? The past days are like light smoke, blown away by the breeze, like mist, evaporated by the early sun; what traces do I leave behind to climb the iodine satin and other towers to encourage winter skiing? Have I ever left traces like gossamers? I came to this world naked, will I go back naked in a blink of an eye? But I can't get over it, why do I have to go through this life in vain? You smart one, tell me, why are our days gone forever? March 28, 1922.
4. Poems about the rush of time
Poems about the rush of time
1. Zi said on the river: The deceased is like a man, who does not give up day and night. 2 Time flies by like a fleeting horse
3 When you don’t see the bright mirror in the high hall, the sad hair is white, the morning is like blue silk and the snow turns into snow at dusk
4 The young man left home and the elder returned, the local pronunciation has not changed, the hair on the temples has faded, and the child looks like a child If they don't recognize each other, they smile and ask where the visitor is from.
5Tomorrow comes tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrows. In the morning, you can see the water flowing eastward, and in the evening, you can see the sun setting in the west.
Han Dynasty Yuefu "Long Song Xing" From the east to the sea, when will the rivers return to the west? If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable.
Cao Cao's "Dan Ge Xing" When drinking wine and singing, how many things are there in life. Like morning dew, it will be more painful every day when it goes away. Tao Yuanming's "Miscellaneous Poems" The prime of life will never come again, and it will be difficult to morning again. Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one.
Han Yu's "Late Spring" The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will compete with each other. The poplars and elm pods have no talent and thoughts, but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky. Zhu Xi's "Poetry of Cherishing Time" It is easy for a young man to learn from an old man, and it is difficult to learn an inch of time lightly. Unexpectedly, the spring grass in the pond is green, and the phoenix leaves in front of the steps have the sound of autumn.
5. Famous quotes about hurry
Time is the most impartial, giving anyone a day is twenty-four hours; time is also the most impartial, giving anyone a day is not twenty Four hours. Because these people waste time at will, allowing time to pass quickly, and achieve nothing in a day. He abandons time, and time abandons him. Therefore, his twenty-four hours are short. But some people arrange their time reasonably and cherish it. Don’t waste time, use time to do something meaningful, and achieve twice the result with half the effort. They used 24 hours to do what ordinary people would need 25 hours, 26 hours, or even more time to complete. Things. Their twenty-four hours are long.
Cherish every minute and every second, don’t waste time and waste time, time is gone and it will never come back
< p> Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and it will be so sad!