What are some beautiful ancient poems that cherish the present?

As follows:

1, "Huanxisha has always been limited"-Yan Shu in the Northern Song Dynasty

I have always been young and limited. Waiting to leave is easy to be ecstatic. Don't speak frequently at banquets and songs. Mountains and rivers are far away, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more. It is better to pity the present.

A moment's time, limited life, like a river flowing eastward, is gone forever, and I feel deeply sad. Therefore, we often get together, drown our sorrows by drinking, sing the right wine, eat and drink, and enjoy this limited body. If you look at the vast rivers and mountains when you board the ship, you will suddenly be pregnant with other relatives and friends in Philip Burkart; Even if a person is at home, it is even more sad to see the wind and rain blowing off flowers. You'd better be nice to the person in front of you at the party.

2, "Witch Suit"-Tang Dynasty, anonymous

I advise you not to cherish golden clothes, and to cherish youth. When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.

I advise you not to cherish those luxurious dresses, and I advise you to cherish your youth. When the flowers are suitable for folding, we should fold them quickly. Don't wait for the flowers to wither before you break an empty branch.

3. "Early Spring" is dedicated to two poems by Zhang Hanyu, an eighteen-member water department in Tang Dynasty.

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Mo Daoguan is busy being the boss, but no one is young. As you first came to Jiangtou, the willow color is not deep.

There is a lot of drizzle over the capital avenue, which is as fine as frost. From a distance, the grass is vaguely connected, but when you look closely, it looks sparse and sporadic. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring in the city of green willows. Don't say that you are too busy with official business, and you are old. You have lost the mood of catching up with spring when you were a teenager. Please take time to go to the riverside for a spring outing to see if the willow color is already dark.

4. Answering Deputy prefect Yin Zhang-Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty

When people get old, they especially like silence and are indifferent to everything. I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.

Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano. To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.

People especially like quiet in their later years and are indifferent to everything in the world. I thought there was no brilliant plan to serve my country, but I just wanted to live in seclusion in the deep mountains of my hometown. Take off your clothes to enjoy the cool, Shan Gao Yueming, just playing the piano. If you ask the truth of poverty and access, please listen to the fishing songs in the depths of the water pool.

5. "After the Magnolia, the oriole returns"-by Don Dai Yan.

Swallow of Swan Chun has gone, and Yingying has come back. One of these lovely birds got separated from me. When you think about it carefully, life is ups and downs and inextricably linked.

Spring scenery, like a dream, like autumn clouds, like autumn clouds, it is difficult to find her again. You can't stay if your clothes are torn. Don't let the world be intoxicated, but I am sober, don't drink as much as flowers, and let the wine numb my broken heart.

Swallow of Swan Spring is gone, and oriole is back. These lovely birds are separated from me. Think about it carefully, life is ups and downs, confused. Spring is like a dream and disappears like autumn clouds, so it's hard to find her again.

Like Zhuo Wenjun, I know my soul, like Jiang Fei in Hanshui, I am gentle and affectionate. When I met Zheng Jiaofu, I thanked her for the gift. Such a fairy-like companion has left me, and even if I break their delicate dresses, I can't keep their beautiful image. I advise you not to just be a drunk all over the world, but to drink to your heart's content in the flowers and let the wine anesthetize my broken heart.