It is not Taoism that mocks, but the teachings of Duke Zhou are devoted to the study of Confucius.
HanYueFu ChangGeHang
The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Cao Cao's short songs
Singing to wine, the geometry of life.
For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan.
Tao Yuanming's miscellaneous poems
Once the youth is gone, it will never come again, and you will never see the arrival of the next day.
It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one.
Late Spring by Han Yu
Grass and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples compete for Fang Fei.
Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.
Zhu's nostalgic poems
The days of youth are easy to pass away, and learning is difficult to succeed, so cherish every inch of time and don't let it go easily.
I didn't feel the green grass in the pond, and the leaves in front of the steps made the sound of autumn.
I asked what I meant by living in the blue mountains, but I laughed without answering my heart. Peach blossoms are opening, and it is another world.
-Li Bai's question and answer in the mountains
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. Light bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
-Zhang "Fishing Songs"
Time flies.
-A comparative interpretation of "Questions and Answers in the Mountain" and "The Fisherman's Son"
It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening. Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight. Two men who were young not long ago now have gray temples. It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad. We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again. You weren't married when I left, but now these boys and girls are together. ...
-Du Fu's "To Wei Ba and Chu Shi"
Long lines of songs, an ancient poem in Han Dynasty.
The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow leaves will wither.
A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.