In life, between heaven and earth, it is like a white horse passing through the gap, all of a sudden (Zhuangzi)
In life, between heaven and earth, it is like a traveler from afar (Nineteen Ancient Poems)
A lifetime How many times can you regain your energy, but suddenly it is like a shock of lightning (Jin Dynasty Tao Yuanming)
The prime years will not come again, and it is difficult to get up again in one day. Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one (Jin Dynasty Tao Yuanming)
< p>Heaven and earth have no end, and human life is like the morning glow (Three Kingdoms·Cao Zhi)The years are hard to keep, and the times are easy to lose (Southern and Northern Dynasties·Xie Huilian)
Thirty-six thousand days, you should hold the candle every night .The day is so short, a hundred years are as easy as the sea - (Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty)
The sky is easy to fade, but the heat is hard to stay (Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty)
It is easy for a young man to learn from an old man Success, an inch of time should not be taken lightly, before I realize the dream of spring grass in the pond, the sound of autumn leaves in front of the steps (Zhu Xi, Song Dynasty)
A man with lofty ideals cherishes his years, a wise man cherishes the sun, and a sage cherishes his time (Wei Yuan, Qing Dynasty)
I was born as a hero, but died as a ghost hero. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River. (Li Qingzhao)
Du Qiuniang in "Golden Threaded Clothes"
I advise you not to cherish Gold Threaded Clothes,
I advise you to cherish your youth.
The flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom,
Don’t wait until there are no flowers to break the branches.
"Song of Tomorrow" by Wen Jia
Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows!
Every day is waiting for tomorrow, and all the time is wasted.
Everyone in the world is deceived. Tomorrow is tiring, and tomorrow will be infinitely old.
The morning and dusk are rolling in the east, and the sun is falling in the west.
What can a hundred years of tomorrow be like? Please listen to my "Song of Tomorrow".
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The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, and the tent is dark with red candles; the middle-aged man listens to the rain in the boat, the river is broad and the clouds are low, and the broken geese call to the west wind; the old man listens to the rain at the monk's house, his temples are full of stars, and the joys and sorrows are always ruthless. Every drop of light in front of the steps till dawn. ——"Poppy Listening to the Rain" by Jiang Jie of the Southern Song Dynasty