Aesthetic poetry with the passage of time

Invisible and intangible time has passed away from people mercilessly and hurriedly. In ancient poetry, especially in Tang and Song Dynasties, writing "water" is about time or mind. For example, "Confucius said Sichuan, the deceased is like a husband." Li Bai's "How does the water of the Yellow River move to the sky and rush to the sea for no return" and Wang Zhihuan's "Mountains cover the day and the sea drains the golden river" all express an anxiety about the passage of time with the help of the endless rivers and seas. Time already exists. Everyone lives in time, but many people often forget the existence of time This is why people feel incredible about the passing time. This is why there are poems that lament the passage of time, such as "When a hundred rivers enter the sea, they go to the west". There are many poems about the passage of time in ancient and modern China and abroad: Yan Shu's "Huanxi Yarn": a new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back? ? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. Shu Yun (Li Bai), a book that bid farewell to school in Xie Xian Building in Xuanzhou, had to throw me and Bolt away from yesterday. It hurts my heart even more today! Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow. Jiao Shan (Li Shangyin) never tied a long rope, and the water went to the clouds to hate more. Want to buy sea, a cup of spring dew is as cold as ice. Yang Shen, a fairy girl in Linjiang, rolled the Yangtze River eastward, and the waves washed away the heroes. Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time. Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. I met an old friend and had a drink. How many things in the past and how many years have been put into the conversation. Li Yu's poem "Wu Ye Article": Xie Chunhong. Too hasty. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. Cochineal tears. Get people drunk. When does it weigh? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. Wang Bojuan 55_ 12 "Song", Linjiang Pearl and Ming Luan sang and danced. The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk. The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years. Where is the emperor in the pavilion today? The Yangtze River flows freely outside the sill. If you don't come back in your prime, it's hard to wake up in the morning. You should encourage yourself in time, time waits for no one. -Tao Qian, have you noticed that the Yellow River has flooded all over the world and entered the ocean, never to return? 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. -Li Bai's Journey to the Universe; Time flies and generations have passed. -Li Bai "Life is like a blink of an eye, just suddenly." -Zhuang Zihua is similar year after year, and people are different year after year. -Liu Xiyi Time flies and makes people old, but the sun and the moon fly like teenagers. -Gao Ming died like a husband, and he didn't give up day and night. -Kong Qiu Tomorrow is tomorrow, and there are many tomorrows. I will wait for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring. Watch the water flow eastward and the sunset at dusk. A hundred years tomorrow can be geometric, please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia's "Song of Tomorrow") The Yellow River flows eastward, the white sunset is in the West Sea, and the passing Sichuan is drifting. -Li Baihua reopened, and people are no longer young. -When Guan Hanqing washed his hands, the days passed from the water box; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl. I realized that he was in a hurry, and when I reached out to cover it, he passed by the covered hand again; When it was dark, I was lying in bed, and he quickly passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I hide my face and sigh. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh. —— Zhu Ziqing's years are gone forever, and his career is hard to give up. The longest time is time, because it is endless, and the shortest time is time, because all our plans are too late to be completed. Voltaire was lying in my bed, I heard the clock ticking, and I thought of you circling in the chaos-this is nothing new, flashback to the warm night-almost left a suitcase with memories, time passed-sometimes you described me-I went too far, you were calling me, I can't hear you-you say-walk slowly-I'm already behind-the second hand is released, if you get lost, you can watch-you will find me again and again, if you fall, I will catch you-I will wait again and again, if you fall, I will catch you-I will wait again and again to look at you through the window after your photo fades and the darkness turns gray-I want to know if you are okay, you say-walk slowly-I am behind. If you lose, you can find me again and again. If you fall, I will catch you. I will wait again and again. If you fall, I will catch you. I will wait again and again. ....................................................................................... ...................................................................... "Swallows have gone. When they come back, the willows are withered. When they are greener, the peach blossoms are withered. When they bloom again, our days will never return." Everyone savors the time and engraves the traces of the years in their natural destiny and the efforts of the day after tomorrow. I, perhaps including you, have been polished by life in the passage of time. Passing by in a hurry, there are no longer too many feelings singing back and forth in our hearts. We all become more mature, and our hearts become older than our actual age. However, the innocence in life will never grow old. One day, she will appear in my dream as a young face, and in my memory, she will remind me of some regrets left over and over again in the past years. This kind of regret rubs my heart and makes me want to start over. . . Is it just the pain of the past that we have to start all over again? I don't know. Don't sigh for the lost time, you must face up to the time you want to slip away in a hurry, look at the flowing water in the east, the sunset in the west, read thousands of books in the west and take the Wan Li Road. Time flies. How can I wait for tomorrow? I regret that the golden age is ahead of us, not behind us. What I long for has been changed by time. I will wait for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. If you need time, you must create it yourself. The years are gone forever. It's hard to give up your career and it's hard to stay. Fragility is memorable and helpless. If people waste their lives, they will leave gold and buy nothing. There is a problem in life, and that is how to make one inch of time equal to one inch of life. Die like a sunrise. When there is no weight, China is not in the sun. Days are like beads, which slip away day by day, string into weeks and string into months. If you don't want to waste your life in this world, you have to study all your life. {[csc:pagelist]} It's just that when a person is studying, he doesn't know to study early with black hair and regrets to study late with white hair. Teenagers are late in learning, so we can't waste an inch of time. Grandparents don't have time for sound files. Is a mental worker. If the world is tired tomorrow, it will be nothing more than long-term patience. I will go to Qiu Lai in the spring to be a veteran and genius who crosses the sea of time. Work hard! Those who forget today will be forgotten tomorrow. Knowledge of literature is the door to learning. My life is limited, but so is knowledge. No one who gave his life for today has to take apart the word "abandon school". Learning is learning, and asking is asking whether this industry is diligent, barren and thinking, and it has been ruined by an inch of time and an inch of gold. No pains, no gains, it is hard to buy an inch of time. If you want to harvest well, an excellent and mediocre person who must practice will spend time, while a capable person will spend all his time trying to use Yan Shu's "Huanxi Yarn": a new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.