One day is too short.
Too short to embrace the morning.
I have held the dusk in my hand.
This poem is beautiful.
Beauty lies in artistic conception and imagination.
Beauty inspires us.
In the morning, the breeze blows gently.
The sun rises in the east-a display of youthful vitality
Everything is bathed in bright sunshine.
Everything is full of hope.
burst with vitality
Full of beauty
Until dusk
To see the sun, for all his glory, but near dusk.
We always complain that time flies too fast.
We always feel that time is ruthless.
unknowingly
Life just passed.
If you compare a person's life to a day.
The morning is equivalent to a person's childhood.
In the morning, it is equivalent to a teenager.
Noon is the youth of human beings.
Afternoon is the golden age of life.
Dusk is old age.
If you love life,
Please don't waste time.
And a time waster.
As long as one is a monk, one should continue to ring the bell-doing the least one should do.
Life is doomed to be bleak.
In the end, nothing was found.
When you are lazy.
When you slack off, when you complain.
Please read this poem carefully.
One day is too short.
Too short to embrace the morning.
I have held the dusk in my hand.