1. An inspiring poem about expressing gratitude for time
2. Write an inspiring verse about expressing appreciation for time
An inspiring verse about expressing appreciation for time 1. What are some poems about lamenting the inspiration of time?
Don’t wait for a while, the young man’s head will turn gray, and there will be no sorrow! ------Yue Fei
Black-haired people don't know how to study early, but white-haired people regret that they study late. ----Yan Zhenqing
It is easy for a young man to learn but hard to become an old man, and an inch of time cannot be taken lightly. ----Zhu Xi
If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be sad. --"Long Song Xing"
Time flies by, how can I wait for it.
The old man is in a state of despair, and his ambition is thousands of miles; the martyr's twilight years are full of ambition. ---------- Cao Cao
The prime years will not come again, and it is difficult to get up again in one day. It is appropriate to encourage yourself in time, and the years will not come again. Treat people. ——Tao Qian
Heaven and earth are the connecting journey of all things; time is the passerby of all generations. ——Li Bai
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, there are so many tomorrows. I live to wait for tomorrow, everything will be wasted. If the world is Tomorrow is tired, spring is gone and autumn is coming, and old age is coming. 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")
Walking the Yellow River In the eastern sky, the white sun sets over the western sea, the passing river and the flowing light, drifting and not treating each other. ——Li Bai
Flowers will bloom again, and no one will be young anymore. ——Guan Hanqing
Years are fleeting. There is no going back, and it is difficult to give up your career. ——Bai Langning
I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes, and I advise you to cherish your youth. Flowers can be broken when they bloom, but they must be cut off, and don't wait until there are no flowers. Empty broken branches-------
Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Don't sing the yellow chicken with gray hair. -----------Su Shi
Relatives may still be sad, others have also sang, what is the way to die, support the body in the same mountain.
Let's try new fire, new tea, poetry and wine to take advantage of the youth
White hair makes you grow old, and green Yang makes you die. -----------Meng Haoran
2. Poems about lamenting the passage of time and inspiring progress
1. "Miscellaneous Poems" - Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties
If the prime of life is not repeated, one day will never come again. morning.
Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one.
Translation: Once youth has passed, it can never come back again, and you will never see the second sunrise in a day. You should encourage yourself when you are young and strong. Time passes by and does not wait for others.
2. "Song of Tomorrow" - Qian Fu of the Ming Dynasty
Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows.
I live to wait for tomorrow, everything will be wasted.
Translation: Tomorrow is another tomorrow, so many tomorrows. My whole life I've been waiting for tomorrow and nothing is progressing.
3. "Encouraging Learning" - Yan Zhenqing of the Tang Dynasty
Black-haired people don't know how to study early, and white-haired people regret studying late.
Translation: A young man doesn’t know how to get up early and study diligently. When he gets old, he will regret that he has not studied enough.
4. "The River is Red·Written on the Feelings" - Yue Fei of the Song Dynasty
Don't wait and see, the boy's head has turned white, and there is no sadness.
Translation: Don’t waste your years, your youth’s black hair will turn gray, and you will only have regrets and sorrows alone.
5. "Poetry to Encourage Learning" - Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty
It is difficult for young people to learn from old age, and an inch of time should not be taken lightly.
Translation: It is very easy to pass away the days of youth, but it is difficult to achieve success in learning, so you must cherish every inch of time and not let it go easily.
3. What are some poems that lament the time and inspire people to make progress?
White hair makes you grow old, and green hair makes you die every year. (Meng Haoran's "Returning to Nanshan at the End of the Year")
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's "About to Enter the Wine")
Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the swallows returned, as if they had known each other before. (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand")
The yellow crane is gone and will never return, and the white clouds have been empty for thousands of years. (Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower")
The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long and sunny, how many autumns have things changed and the stars have moved? Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely. (Wang Bo's "Poems of Prince Teng's Pavilion")
Black-haired people don't know how to study diligently early, and white-haired people regret studying late. The rolling water flows eastward at dawn and dusk, and the sun falls westward in ancient and modern times.
White hair prompts old age, and green hair prompts the end of the year. (Meng Haoran's "Returning to Nanshan at the End of the Year")
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's "About to Enter the Wine")
Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the swallows returned, as if they had known each other before. (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand")
The yellow crane is gone and will never return, and the white clouds have been empty for thousands of years. (Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower")
The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long and sunny, how many autumns have things changed and the stars have moved? Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely.
(Wang Bo's "Poems of Prince Teng's Pavilion")
4. Inspiring verses about lamenting time.
*The prime years will never come again, and it will be difficult to wake up again in one day. We should encourage you in time, Time waits for no one. (Tao Yuanming) *Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows, I live waiting for tomorrow, everything will be in vain. If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will pass and autumn will come, and the old will come. In the morning, watch the water flowing eastward, and in the evening, watch the sun fall 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") * Today is repeated today, how little today is! If you don’t do it today, when will this happen? It is a pity that today is not the day of a hundred years of life! Ruoyangu will wait for the arrival of the Ming Dynasty, and there will be Ming Dynasty affairs in the Ming Dynasty. I will write today's poem for you, and please start working hard from today. (Wen Jia's "Today's Poetry") * The lights are on at three o'clock and the chicken is on at five o'clock, which is when men are studying. Black It’s too early to realize that you don’t know how to study hard, and it’s too late to regret studying. "Encouragement to Learning" Yan Zhenqing* will never come again in the prime of life, and it is difficult to get up in the morning again. Be encouraged in time, and time waits for no one. "Miscellaneous Poems" Tao Yuanming* In the green garden, the sunflowers are waiting for the morning dew. The sun shines brightly in spring, and all things shine brightly. I am always afraid that the autumn festival is coming, and the yellow flowers and leaves will wither. When hundreds of rivers reach the east to the sea, when will they return to the west? If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be sad. "Long Song Xing" Han Yuefu.
5. Those poems about lamenting time and inspiring people to forge ahead
Inspiring people to forge ahead, the journey is difficult." A gold bottle of wine is worth ten thousand, and a jade plate is worth ten thousand dollars.
I can't eat when I stop to help, I draw my sword and look around at a loss. If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
I was fishing on the Bixi River for a while, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming of the sun. The journey is difficult and many paths are blocked, where are you now? There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea.
"Song of General Sima" The strong wind blows the ancient moon, stealing Zhang Huatai. The stars set in the north move with brilliance, and the powerful generals marching south are like clouds and thunder.
The electric shock Yitian Sword in his hand cut the long whale and opened the sea water. When I see the buildings and boats, my eyes are filled with excitement, which is quite like the dragon flying down to Sanshu.
Raise troops and practice battle with Zhang Huqi, the white waves in the river are like silver houses. Living in a jade tent near the river, he has a purple beard like a halberd and a Cui Wei crown. The thin willows are spread out to bow to the emperor. Only then did he know that Ba Shang was a baby.
The Qiang flute blows across the Agaan Hui, blowing the fallen plum blossoms into the moon tower. The general rises and dances with his long sword, and the strong men move the nine walls with their shouts.
Successful achievements are presented to the Ming Dynasty, and the painting is painted on the unicorn platform. Li Bai's famous poem "The lights are on at three o'clock and the chicken is on the five lights. It is the time for men to study."
It is too early for young people to learn diligently, and it is too late for them to regret studying.
6. What are some inspiring poems that lament the passage of time?
1. White hair makes you grow old, and green hair makes you die every year.
——Meng Haoran's "Returning to Nanshan at the End of the Year" 2. A hundred years will make a hundred years better, and you must love today. ——Wang Shizhen 3. An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time.
——Anonymous 4. Flowers bloom again, and people are no longer young. ——Yuan Dou E's Injustice "Dou E's Injustice" 5. Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one.
——"Miscellaneous Poems" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty 6. The speed of aging is amazing. Although her hair has changed her mind, she still hasn't changed her mind. Try the golden wine and listen to the old music again, it's still like the sound she made when she was drunk.
——Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberries" 7. The lights are on at three and the chickens are on at five, which is when men are studying. Black-haired people don't know how to study diligently early, and white-haired people regret studying late.
——Tang Yan Zhenqing's "Encouraging Learning" 8. If young people don't work hard, old people will be sad. ——Ancient Poetry Han Yuefu "Long Song Xing" 9. Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallows return.
——Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand" 10. The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long, how many autumns have things changed and the stars have moved? Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely. ——Wang Bo's "Poems of Prince Teng's Pavilion" 11. The sunny season is wasted again, and what will happen in the late twilight time.
There are few spring days in one year, and there are many old days in a hundred years. ——Bai Juyi's "Spring Festival Gala Presented to Huangfu Langzhi" 12. Yesterday, yesterday, how good yesterday was! Yesterday has passed, today is just regretful.
People in the world only know that they regret yesterday, but they don’t realize that today has passed. The water flows day by day, and the flowers fade day by day. Success and success are established today. Don’t regret the present tomorrow.
——"Song of Yesterday" by Ming Wenjia 13. Today is the same as today, how little today is! If you don’t do it today, when will this happen? It is a pity that today is not the day of a hundred years of life! If Yangu waits for the arrival of the Ming Dynasty, there will be Ming Dynasty affairs in the Ming Dynasty. I will compose today's poem for you. Please start working hard today.
——"Today's Poems" by Wenjia of the Ming Dynasty.
7. What are the poems about lamenting that time inspires people to make progress?
Gray hair makes people grow old, and green hair makes them die every year.
(Meng Haoran's "Returning to Nanshan at Dusk") 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's "About to Enter the Wine") There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and it seems that the familiar swallows are coming back.
(Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand") The yellow crane is gone and will never return, and the white clouds have been empty for thousands of years. (Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower") The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long, how many autumns have things changed and the stars have moved? Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely.
(Wang Bo's "Poems of Prince Teng's Pavilion") Black-haired people don't know how to study early, and white-haired people regret studying late. The rolling water flows eastward at dawn and dusk, and the sun falls westward in ancient and modern times.
White hair prompts old age, and green hair prompts the end of the year. (Meng Haoran's "Returning to Nanshan at Dusk") 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's "About to Enter the Wine") Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the swallows returned, as if they had known each other before.
(Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand") The yellow crane is gone and will never return, and the white clouds have been empty for thousands of years.
(Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower") The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long, how many autumns have things changed and the stars have moved? Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely. (Wang Bo's "Poetry of Prince Teng's Pavilion") I hope it will be adopted in time.
Write a poem about lamenting time 1. Two verses about lamenting time
The Golden Thread Clothes
Tang Du Qiuniang
Persuasion You must cherish your youth.
I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes.
If there are flowers, they must be broken off.
Don’t wait to break off the branches when there are no flowers.
Song of Tomorrow
Tomorrow comes tomorrow,
There are so many tomorrows.
I live to wait for tomorrow,
Everything will be wasted.
Changge Xing
Sunflowers in the green garden,
The morning dew awaits the setting sun.
Budze in spring,
all things will be radiant.
I am often afraid that the autumn festival is coming, and
the yellow flowers and leaves will wither.
Hundreds of rivers flow from the east to the sea.
When will we return to the west?
If a young man does not work hard,
The old man will be sad.
Study diligently
When the lights are on at three o'clock and the chickens are on at five o'clock, it is the time for men to study. Black-haired people don't know how to study diligently early, and white-haired people regret studying late. ("Encouraging Learning" by Yan Zhenqing of the Tang Dynasty)
About to Drink (Excerpt) Li Bai
If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky, and it will never return to the sea.
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.
2. Ancient poems about lamenting time
1 An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time.
2. Don’t go all day long without eating enough, and don’t give up your efforts in an inch of yin.
3. If young people don’t work hard, old people will be sad.
4. Black-haired people don’t know how to study diligently early, and white-haired people regret studying late.
5. Flowers will bloom again, and life will never be young again
6. The deceased is like a man, never giving up day and night (Confucius)
7 .In life, if a white horse passes through the gap between heaven and earth, it will happen suddenly. (Zhuangzi)
8. The prime of life will never come again, and it will be difficult for one day to wake up again. Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one. (Tao Yuanming)
9. 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")
10. Today is the same as today, how little today is! If you don’t do it today, when will this happen? It is a pity that today is not the day of a hundred years of life! If Yangu waits for the arrival of the Ming Dynasty, there will be Ming Dynasty affairs in the Ming Dynasty. I will compose today's poem for you. Please start working hard today.
3. Two poems about sighing about time
White hair makes you grow old, and green hair makes you die every year.
(Meng Haoran's "Returning to Nanshan at Dusk") 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's "About to Enter the Wine") There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and it seems that the familiar swallows are coming back.
(Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand") The yellow crane is gone and will never return, and the white clouds have been empty for thousands of years. (Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower") The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long, how many autumns have things changed and the stars have moved? Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely.
(Wang Bo's "Poems of Prince Teng's Pavilion") Black-haired people don't know how to study early, and white-haired people regret studying late. The rolling water flows eastward at dawn and dusk, and the sun falls westward in ancient and modern times.
White hair prompts old age, and green hair prompts the end of the year. (Meng Haoran's "Returning to Nanshan at Dusk") 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's "About to Enter the Wine") Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the swallows returned, as if they had known each other before. (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand") The yellow crane is gone and will never return, and the white clouds have been empty for thousands of years.
(Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower") The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long, how many autumns have things changed and the stars have moved? Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely. (Wang Bo's "Poems of Prince Teng's Pavilion").
4. What are the poems about lamenting that time inspires people to make progress?
Gray hair makes people grow old, and green hair makes them die every year. (Meng Haoran's "Returning to Nanshan at the End of the Year")
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's "About to Enter the Wine")
The flowers fell helplessly, and the swallows returned as if they had known each other before. (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand")
The yellow crane is gone and will never return, and the white clouds have been empty for thousands of years. (Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower")
The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long and sunny, how many autumns have things changed and the stars have moved? Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely. (Wang Bo's "Poems of Prince Teng's Pavilion")
Black-haired people don't know how to study diligently early, and white-haired people regret studying late. The rolling water flows eastward at dawn and dusk, and the sun falls westward in ancient and modern times.
White hair prompts old age, and green hair prompts the end of the year. (Meng Haoran's "Returning to Nanshan at the End of the Year")
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's "About to Enter the Wine")
The flowers fell helplessly, and the swallows returned as if they had known each other before.
(Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand")
The yellow crane is gone and will never return, and the white clouds have been empty for thousands of years. (Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower")
The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long and sunny, how many autumns have things changed and the stars have moved? Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely.
(Wang Bo's "Poetry of Prince Teng's Pavilion")
Hope it will be adopted in time!
5. What are some poems about lamenting the inspiration of time?
Don’t wait for a while, the young man’s head will turn gray, and it will be empty and sad! ------Yue Fei
Black-haired people don't know how to study early, but white-haired people regret that they study late. ----Yan Zhenqing
It is easy for a young man to learn but hard to become an old man, and an inch of time cannot be taken lightly. ----Zhu Xi
If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be sad. --"Long Song Xing"
Time is fleeting, how can I wait for it.
The old man is in a state of despair, and his ambition is thousands of miles; the martyr's twilight years are full of ambition. ---------- Cao Cao
The prime years will not come again, and it is difficult to get up again in one day. It is appropriate to encourage yourself in time, and the years will not come again. Treat people. ——Tao Qian
Heaven and earth are the connecting journey of all things; time is the passerby of all generations. ——Li Bai
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, there are so many tomorrows. I live to wait for tomorrow, everything will be wasted. If the world is Tomorrow is tired, spring is gone and autumn is coming, and old age is coming. 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")
Walking the Yellow River In the east sky, the white sun sets over the west sea, the passing river and the flowing light, drifting and not treating each other. ——Li Bai
Flowers will bloom again, and no one will be young anymore. ——Guan Hanqing
Years are fleeting. There is no going back, and it is difficult to give up your career. ——Bai Langning
I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes, and I advise you to cherish your youth. Flowers can be broken when they bloom, but they must be cut off, and don't wait until there are no flowers. Empty broken branches-------
Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Don't sing the yellow chicken with white hair. -----------Su Shi
Relatives may be sad, others have also sang, what is the way to die, support the body in the same mountain.
Let's try new fire, new tea, poetry and wine while we are still young
White hair makes us grow old, and green hair makes us die. -----------Meng Haoran