Poetry about youth to middle age 1. I want some poems about people reaching middle age.
The night is so quiet, I am alone, gently combing my middle-aged and silent thoughts under the dim light. Yes! People are over middle age. Looking back, I can't help but feel deeply that the road is both difficult and extraordinary!
The vicissitudes of life have passed and become history; Wave goodbye! Holding a bright future, I turned and moved on; Stepping on the bright footsteps of spring, faint clouds, faint sunshine, faint expression, faint heart. The whole life is full of faint peace, walking on this solid land in the light. Middle age is dull and brilliant.
White hair grows quietly on my temples and ears, and that faint shine silently shows that my life has experienced a boundless journey.
Recalling my childhood, I used to be playful, naughty and immature; Playing hide-and-seek with friends, kicking shuttlecock, picking flowers in the mountains and fishing in the river, although far away, seems to be yesterday; Once frivolous, young, sad and confused, the sweetness of first love, the troubles of growing up, all these have passed with time.
Decades of wind and rain, decades of ups and downs, have taken away the roundness and luster of my life, and I am no longer handsome and handsome, losing the heroic spirit of Fang Qiu. But from the wrinkles in the corner of my eyes and brow, I am unconsciously full of richness, appreciation and tolerance;
Along the way, I have experienced childhood, youth and middle age.
Out of the colorful years of life, middle-aged broad and deep, no longer dream of vigorous, famous in history; I am open to changes in the world. Look at you, me, him and everyone in the life world calmly; At the same time, I also laugh at all the ups and downs of life, and have the most expensive and sincere normality. Three or five confidants occasionally get together for a few drinks to convey their concern for each other; There is no "utility" in typing a paragraph into your own collection of works and writing poems with a smile, just like and hobby.
A person's life is short and precious. May the sunset glow be richer, more elegant and more affectionate. When my life ended immediately, I had no regrets.
2. Poems describing people who are sensitive to the passage of time in middle age.
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. (Song) Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
Looking back, this year has passed, and all the bitterness is sweet. The night is dim, and I have no sleep to read and listen to the spring talk. Every day is a new one, and I am no longer at leisure, watching the moonlight-filled stars go all the way.
There is only white hair in a fair world, and there is no pity for your head. (Tang) Du Mu's "A Unique Skill of Sending a Hermit"
Have you noticed that the water of the Yellow River comes from all over the world, enters the ocean and never returns? Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night.
I like singing at dusk, and green hills are shining everywhere.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, it's white and sad. (Song) Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"
The prime of life no longer comes, and it will be difficult to wake up one day. (Gold) Tao Yuanming's Miscellaneous Poems
Time is eternal, and we pass away.
Nothing in the world will make people old. It's half cock and half horseshoe (Qing) Wang Jiuling's "Topic Hotel"
The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green. (Song) "A Prune"
Don't say Sang Yu is late, because it is still full of clouds. Aesthetic sentences lamenting the passage of time
3. Youth poems
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth. -Du Qiuniang's "Witch"
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"
Youth is not for teenagers. -Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi Xicheng Liu Yang Strong Alcohol Meat"
Nowhere to find, only a teenager's heart. -Zhang Liangneng, "Xiao Chongshan, a bright future, a deep spring affair"
If you want to buy osmanthus with wine, you are not a teenager. -Liu Guo "Tang Duoling Road, Ye Man and Zhou Ting"
The spring in Luoyang city is good, and Luoyang talents are always in other places. -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man, Good Spring in Luoyang City"
Youth must be early, how can we grow into teenagers? -Meng Jiao's Persuasion
Life is not everywhere, youth is just coming. -Yuan Mei's "Moss"
If I thought the tide was so regular, I might choose a boy by the river. -Li Yi's "Jiangnan Qu"
The situation is that youth will be dusk and peach blossoms will fall in red rain. -Li He "Into the Wine"
Although young people don't like joining the army, I want to learn to volunteer for academic fame. -Zuyong's Wang Jimen
It's easy to throw people away when you are young. -Yan Shu "Lou Yu Chunchun Hate"
You and me, we were both born in Chang Gan, you and me! It's a pity that we have never met. -Cui Hao's Long March Yes, I live here, by the river.
Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age. -Si Kongshu's "Yunyang Inn Don't Shen Han"
People live up to the conceit of spring. -Xin Qiji's Yulouchun, I want to persuade Chunguang to live in front of the wind.
Mud falls into the air, dreaming of youth. -Wu Wenying's "Autumn House of Health Mistakes"
The season is young and the horse is mink hair. -Xin Qiji's "Shuidiao Tou Zhou Bei Yangzhou and Human Rhyme"
Peach and plum work in youth, who can penetrate the day. -Li Bai's "Long Songs"
Flowers and willows leave young people. -Ouyang Xiu's "Sauvignon Blanc Blossoms Like Iraq"
The road started again, as if in front of the light. -Wu Wenying's "Point crimson lips, try the lights at night"
When will you be young? -Liu Che's Autumn Wind
Long white hair laments in the mirror, but youth only brings broken jiao. -Cen Can "Wuwei Chunmu Wen Yuwen Judge Xi Ye. 》
Can you ask people of insight to give me some ancient poems about youth, youth and middle age?
When I was a teenager:
Unfamiliar travel
Ten years of dreams in Jianghu, but the iron sword has not been sharpened.
Castle Peak is a hero's bone, and today's blue sea is the cause of the brave.
I don't fly rainbows after rain, but I see flowers in my dreams at first sight.
Cold street solo teenager, drunk rouge into the restaurant.
When I was young:
laugh at oneself
I have failed my youth for more than 30 years, but I can't cover my face with an ugly hat.
Shock wave has been carried away, and the poem is not proud.
Every time I'm afraid that a beautiful woman is dying, I'm even more angry with a scholar.
Lonely heights cannot be allowed, and romantic feelings always go with the wind and rain.
After thirty:
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If you look at life and death casually, youth is the most frivolous.
Yu Di was better accompanied by singing and rain, but it didn't play for a long time in the Giants.
Jiang kuo's lonely boat surprised his white hair, and the red candle messed up to find the residual fragrance.
Suddenly, I bid farewell to the Condor in the autumn wind and rejected the beautiful scenery.
5. Ask for a poem describing people's middle age.
People are careless when they reach middle age. My present situation is sixty years old.
I fell in love with the West Lake and spared no effort to rebuild the Pangu Palace. Official letters are particularly awesome, and what is written on the desk is useless.
In recent years, scholars have learned very little and are willing to be friends with alcohol Confucianism. The Lingque Bridge has begun.
Remember the distant and heavy lake storm last year? Years leave no one old, and everything in the universe is vast.
But alone, Zephyr scratches his head. Whether it is clever or clumsy is a matter of today, but it is absurd to be stupid and stupid.
By the way, Liuzhou willow. Taoist priest has been discouraged for a long time.
I want the wind to be cold, and I want to be crazy as always. Don't laugh at binary stars. People get old when they reach middle age.
Can you have the dream of sex and rain? Saussurea involucrata roots are mixed with ice flowers in yancha, and the buttonwood rain is fresh and cool.
Share it, a glass of wine. The old trees are deserted, and autumn moves leisurely.
Autumn is also old, the mountains are haggard, and the temple is enlightened. When people reach middle age, they are easily influenced by it and see China fall apart.
In the world, only drunken villagers are happy all their lives. Vast, broad vision.
The moon is a candle and the clouds are wrong. All rivers are brewed, not a cup.
It has been wrong since ancient times, especially now. Tell Nosaru and the bird to sing children's songs for a while and have a rest.