An inspirational poem that cherishes time.

No matter how gluttonous time devours everything, we must strive to gain fame while this breath is still alive, so that the sickle of time will not hurt us. The following are some inspirational poems I shared about cherishing time. Let's have a look.

1, it's time to give you a poem

Give you time to write a poem.

Sit by the fire and read with a scroll.

Can't hear the swing of the big pendulum clock

Away from the dust of the years

There will be a gap.

Write down your feelings when you understand it.

There will be such smog.

Smiling and waiting for you to disperse.

In the ocean of poetry

A spray and a poem

A reef, a period.

We have enough time to stretch our muscles and have fun.

Pack your bags and have a good mood.

Peng yi Bei Jia Xiang tu

Farewell to relatives

Tonight, travel with us.

2. Portrait of Time

The flowers are late.

Time also has weight.

I didn't realize at first

Too much waiting.

It also bends the back.

Time also has a sound.

"Dadada"

This is her language, regardless of nationality.

Time also has feelings.

She rented out the old elm tree in front of her door.

Laugh with wrinkles all over your face

Stop saying that time waits for no one-

She's here every day.

Give you a sun.

3. The Magic of Time

Heart full of ink

Stranger on the hour hand

Two people, from their respective directions.

Step on the same point. repel each other

Low eyebrows and smiling faces are separated by barriers.

Clockwise, round and round.

Expose spring, summer, autumn and winter

Exposure: The sunshine in spring is very hot in summer.

The charm of autumn and the calmness of winter.

At this point, I was missing before.

Numb hands on the stage of life

Recite a skeleton

Everything about each other has become a habit.

The familiar ticking softens time and space.

Minute love

Climb one's toes unintentionally.

A passer-by who touches life

They are destined to turn minutes into seconds.

No matter how deep the love is, no matter how deep the affection is.

Can't stand the scrutiny of the hour hand

Raise your hand and put it down gently.

Don't let the world hear the broken sound.

The magic of time

time

Can make creatures move.

Will kill people.

Unconsciously, eating away at the body.

Cells are dying every day, and they are updated every day.

Never catch up with the loss

time

Can make people forget the pain and hatred.

Will make people look down on right and wrong.

Can make people go far, can make people eternal.

time

Can revive a dynasty.

Can make a dynasty perish.

Between life and death, a thick history

time

A poem that can make Li Bai raise his glass to celebrate.

Du Fu can stay in the thatched cottage.

Let words get drunk with wine.

I believe that one day,

Time will close my eyes.

Like dust, I will

Sleep well and never disturb the world of mortals.

4. Day

I am ethereal

The speed at which the sun moves.

As if in a blink of an eye, in a trance

Rotate the annual rings.

And ignorant eyes still stay in the corner.

I don't know the wayward wind

Where did it blow?

a fallen leaf

The whine of hovering birds.

I'm not in the mood to stare.

Can only stand at the foot of dusk.

Enjoying a trace of white hair

Stay at the intersection of departure.

The footsteps of the season

Flowers bloom silently in the back.

Observe the sound of falling snow in silence

The crops have grown into brilliant youth.

There is only one maple leaf.

Red with a long-lost mood.

Time is getting old.

Past

Always used to be at a certain time.

Looking back on the road

See if

Leave a mark of life.

The expression of the season is indifferent.

Only in the flow position

Set aside a period of time

Concise or rich content

The scenery ahead

Always in the mood.

In distant countries

Wave to me often.

seem

Song of the soul

Guide the way in the dark.

My steps are heavy.

Like a tree with roots

Without poor soil.

pay expenses

A dead leaf is crumbling.

I don't know where it should fall.

Birds are flying around, moaning and moaning.

The river dried up.

The fish is still there.

There are sad tears in the sea.

Walk out of the house

Or walk into the house

There is always some wind around.

Gurgling sound

Tell about the thunderstorm outside.

Outside the room

A touch of sunset glow is red.

In the dark, I found

The winding scenery ahead.

Just behind time.

Gaze at life affectionately

5. Time

Master of Arts

Time makes perfect.

Time can produce memory.

Time can produce distance.

Time can produce love.

Time will produce waiting.

Waiting to be a sweet memory

Time can produce dreams.

Time can produce pursuit.

Time can produce thinking.

Time can produce wisdom.

Time can produce creation.

Create a continuation given by life

Time cannot bury dusty dreams.

Time cannot destroy an independent life.

take one's own road

Time has given me ordinary.

I gave myself happiness.

Step 6 wait time

Master of Arts

sometimes

Only in dreams

To touch the unreachable truth.

Just like I miss you.

This makes me very painful.

Sometimes it's really a torture that can't cross time and distance.

I can't hear your laughter.

I can't think of your idea.

Miss you like this

Think about every photo we have together.

beauty

My dream

Live between fantasy and reality

waiting time

This is a feeling.

I have to

Adapt slowly

7. Time

Xueerjiao

Some people say you are heartless,

But I said, you're fair,

Rich or poor,

You are very generous.

Some people say you are young,

But I said, you're old,

In pain and happiness,

You are indifferent.

Some people say you are cold,

But I said, you are very gentle,

Young and old,

You are innocent.

Some people say that you are plain,

But I said, you're amazing,

Regardless of gains and losses,

You have no regrets.

8. Architecture-Grey Age

Qingshan Xiaoyao

North and South are separated,

It's weird,

The midpoint between a building and a stranger is an excuse for a certain intersection.

Many things in this world have no reason,

Rainy days in gray cities,

I don't know how the sky on the cloud tears.

Maybe soon,

When the anxiety in my heart comes to an end.

Maybe for a long time,

Naturally calm,

Then found that we live like a fool, hypocritical and calm.

This time through the traces of the heart,

This rainy night is hidden in the darkness,

Looking at the wasteland of the mind,

Has the' love' on the Sanshengshi changed?

This world, this era, these people,

Who has ever been infatuated?

Who left hope?

Who gave unwilling?

I'm going to leave for a while,

Don't want to leave,

I don't know if I have the courage to come back after I leave.

I will be back.

Come back,

Visit my lover.

9. Sunshine time

You, you, Shu Xin

Sunshine is the eye of time.

The track is like a twisted bug in her eyes.

There are trees on both sides to hide shame.

Heshitoushan

Blowing away the dust was five years ago.

After the end is polished.

When the ending of a story Lacrimosa begins.

Maybe doomed

And it wonn't go away

This is a cloudy day, a sweet day.

Run into sb.

Sunlight is like a cobweb.

The perpetrators can't escape the punishment of national laws.

Time bears witness to everything.

Sunlight is its eyes.

10, "Waiting for you, time keeps on"

Haruko wisteria

Once upon a time You use willow leaves as stationery.

Spread the starry sky and send it to the north of the north for me.

Every word is dipped in March powder, which makes my heart beat gently.

The sense of sacredness from north to south impacts Bing Xin delicately.

That summer, cicadas sang noisily.

Always remind me to meet the chorus in the season.

Just like your bell, beautiful and pleasant to hear.

Listen in the shade, you are far away, talking and laughing.

Why? Plant a rose, transplant it into your heart, and the fragrance will be fragrant.

Nourished by flowers, forget everything,

I only remember the first time you kissed Xiao He's pointy heart.

When I miss you, that thorn will sting my heart, but I still smile.

That autumn, you wrote a bookmark in gold.

Sponge up all the tender poems and send them to my mailbox to fill them up.

I was drunk and danced in the poem.

I'm tired. I lost track of time in your lingering.

You are the snow in winter, gently knocking on my heart window.

I am embarrassed to hide your charm and the vastness of Syracuse.

Snowflakes surrounded the frontier of my youth and never fled.

Passion melts and cold sucks.

Time has passed, year after year, and the past is dusty.

My heart still stays yesterday, because you planted a rose lie.

Love is not to pick it when you want, but to plant it in the depths.

Waiting for you, don't stop time.

1 1, water of time

Liulang Xiangzi

light

Although I occasionally meet in my dreams.

Although it will enter your space.

Although we will call each other.

It's not so unforgettable anymore.

There is no tea or rice.

It's not like that anymore. It's all your shadow

Water of time

Slowly diluted everything.

Slowly healed the pain.

Slowly silent and warm.

Slowly played down the thoughts.

Slowly calm down expectations.