Poems describing regrets that it is too late

Come back and come back, will the countryside be full of wild beards?

Since you regard your heart as a servant, you are ridiculed and melancholy and only sad? If you understand the past, you should not remonstrate, but if you know what is coming, you can pursue it. In fact, the lost path is not far away. I feel that what is now is but yesterday was not.

The boat floats lightly in the distance, and the wind flutters and blows the clothes.

Asking Zheng Husband about the way forward, I hate the faintness of the morning light