Poetry to understand life

The poem of understanding life is as follows;

1. The husband of heaven and earth is the inverse of everything; Time flies, and a hundred generations have passed. And floating like a dream, for joy geometry? Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night? Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

2. When singing wine, what is the geometry of life? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan. Three spring flowers are early, so flowers must be early. Bloom flowers fall, life is easy to get old. Who reads the west wind alone? Rustling yellow leaves close the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the mountain.

3. The crowd searched for her for thousands of Baidu, and I suddenly looked back, but that person was once yellow, and the eternal amber was yesterday's yellow flower, and the flowers were like her. If life is just like the first sight, why does the west wind and the east gradually become a mystery?

4. The soft wind blows through the window screen, and the heart is separated from the horizon. The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. Ten years' journey and ten years' heart.

5. From then on, it hurts the spring and hurts the farewell. At dusk, only for pear blossoms. I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what you are crying about, and I remember my life in a heartbreaking voice. Gambling books were so fragrant that it was just unusual at that time. It is difficult to violate the world, and the heart of reincarnation remains unchanged.

6. I have turned my heart to the bright moon for a long time, but the bright moon shines on the gutter paper with sadness and melancholy, waiting to be collected, the drizzle is wet, and the grass grows old and hates. Baoding tea is still green, and the window chess is especially cool. There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened.