Know autumn at dusk, thin finger clothes, dusk refers to sunset, dusk, especially dusk here. "Knowing autumn at dusk" means that when you feel cold at sunset, you know that autumn is coming. The moral is that when you are old, you will know that autumn is coming as soon as you see the yellow leaves, so you also lament your old age and feel sad and desolate.
A poem describing the desolation of the mind and the fleeting time;
It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one.
Flowers will reopen one day and people will no longer be young.
It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die.
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
The prime of life no longer comes, and it will be difficult to wake up one day.
An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but a thousand dollars can't buy an inch of time.
A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
Where were those lost times before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, my tears fall down.
Here, if you want to ask the truth, go back to that year. Three miles across the Zhangjiang River, tears are still there. Stop at Cao Fang Road early, it's still cold and rainy in spring. There are few small peach blossoms in three or two places.
The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green.
It is difficult to climb mountains and mountains, and whoever loses his way is sad. Meet by chance, full of foreign guests.
Swallow's voice, like the sad and lonely official flower in the old court, soon turned into mud and dust.
Nothing in the world will make people old. It's half cock and half horseshoe
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
There's nothing to do, bloom's flowers fall, and it's like deja vu when Yan returns.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
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.
Feeling Hua Xu's dream, looking back at the east wind, full of tears.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Today after today, how 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.