The dead are like this
This is the most common
If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return
You Missing the bright mirror in the high hall, the sad white hair in the morning is like blue silk and turns into snow at dusk
Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sha":
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When does the sun set? ?
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the swallows return as if they have been familiar before. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone.
Xuanzhou Xiejilou Farewell School Secretary Shuyun (Li Bai)
Those who abandon me cannot stay as of yesterday.
Those who mess up my mind will be troubled today!
The long wind sends the autumn geese flying thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building.
The Penglai article is built with bones in mind, with small Xie in the middle and clear hair.
We are all full of joy and hope, and want to go to the blue sky to see the bright moon.
Cut the knife to cut off the water, the water will flow more, and raise the cup to eliminate the sorrow and make it more sorrowful.
If life is not satisfactory in this world, the Ming Dynasty will be ruined.
Yishan (Li Shangyin)
There is always a long rope tied to the sun,
When the water disappears and the clouds return, I can't bear to regret it.
If you want to buy the sea from Magu,
A cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.
Linjiang Immortal Yang Shen
The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass by, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure turn around in vain. The green hills are still there, and the sunset turns red several times.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. Happy reunion over a pot of wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter.
Li Yu's poem "Crying in the Night":
The forest flowers have withered the spring red. Too hasty. Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Rouge tears. Leave people drunk. When will it happen again? Naturally, life grows and hates water.
Wang Bo Volume 55_12 "The Pavilion of Prince Teng"
The high pavilion of Prince Teng is located near Jiangzhu.
The jade-wearing Luan sings and dances.
The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds,
The bead curtain rolls in the west mountain rain at dusk.
The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long,
Things change and the stars move several autumns.
Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now?
The Yangtze River flows empty outside the threshold.
The prime years never come back again, and it is difficult to get back to the morning every day. It is timely to encourage yourself, and time waits for no one. ——Tao Qian
If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River will come down from the sky and rush to the sea never to return. Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening. ——Li Bai
Heaven and earth are the connecting journey of all things; time is the passer-by of all generations. ——Li Bai
“Life is like a white horse passing by, suddenly.” ——Zhuangzi
Every year the flowers are similar, but every year the people are different. ——Liu Xiyi
Time is like an arrow urging people to grow old, and the sun and the moon are like moving past young people. ——Gao Ming
The deceased is like a man who never gives up day and night. ——Confucius
Tomorrow comes tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrows. If I live to wait for tomorrow, everything will be wasted. If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will pass and autumn will come, and old age will come. In the morning, you can see the water flowing eastward, and in the evening, you can see the sun setting in the west. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years? Please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia's "Song of Tomorrow")
The Yellow River flows through the eastern sea, and the white sun sets over the western sea. The passing river and the flowing light are erratic and indifferent to each other. ——Li Bai
There are flowers that bloom again, and no one is young anymore.
——Guan Hanqing