1. "Tide" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The early tide falls only when the late tide comes, and the tide flows sixty times a month.
Not only does time come and go, but Hangzhou is also driven by the tide as it ages.
2. "Golden Threaded Clothes" by Du Qiuniang of Tang Dynasty
I advise you not to cherish your golden threaded clothes, but to cherish your youth.
Flowers can be broken when they are in full bloom, but don’t wait until there are no flowers left to break branches.
3. "Long Song Xing" Han Yuefu
The sunflowers in the green garden are waiting for the sun to set in the morning dew.
Budze in spring brings brilliance to all things.
I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the yellow flowers and leaves will wither.
From the east to the sea, when will the rivers return to the west?
If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable.
4. "Miscellaneous Poems" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
The prime years will never come again, and the morning will never come again. Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one.
5. "Encouraging Learning" by Tang Yan Zhenqing
It is the time for men to study when the lights are on at three o'clock and the chickens are on at five o'clock.
Black-haired people don’t know how to study early, and white-haired people regret studying late.
1. An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time.
2. Don’t eat enough to live the whole day, don’t give up your efforts in an inch of yin.
3. If young people don’t work hard, old people will be sad.
4. Black-haired people don’t know how to study diligently early, and white-haired people regret studying late.
5. Flowers will bloom again, and life will never be young again.
6. The solar terms do not spare the seedlings, and the years do not spare the people.
7. There are no two mornings in the day, and time will not come again.
8. Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle.
9. The lights are on at three and the chicken is on at five, which is when men are studying.
10. The prime years will never come again, and time waits for no one.
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"Long Song Xing" Han Yuefu
There are sunflowers in the green garden, and the morning dew awaits the setting sun.
Budze in spring brings brilliance to all things.
I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the yellow flowers and leaves will wither.
From the east to the sea, when will the rivers return to the west?
If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable.
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"Miscellaneous Poems" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
The prime years will never come again,
It is difficult to morning again in one day.
Be encouraged in time,
Time waits for no one.
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"Today's Song" Wen Jia
Today is the same as today,
How little today is!
A hundred years have passed since today,
What a pity it is not today!
If Yan Gu waits for the arrival of the Ming Dynasty,
There will be Ming Dynasty affairs in the Ming Dynasty.
I will write "Today's Poems" for you,
Please start working hard from today.
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"Song of Tomorrow" Wen Jia
Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows!
Waiting for tomorrow every day will be a waste of time.
Everyone in the world is tired of tomorrow, and tomorrow will be endless.
The water rolls eastward in the morning and dusk, and the sun falls westward in ancient and modern times.
What will happen in a hundred years? Please listen to my "Song of Tomorrow".
Time
I saw you in my previous life, in Chang'an, where the city was filled with white pear blossoms.
The wind of the prosperous Tang Dynasty blew gently.
The golden warrior and the iron horse lie drunk in the yellow sand,
The lost youth in Ramoche Temple.
Your smile blends into Everest,
My The soul is buried in Nyenchen Tanglha.
A touch of rosy clouds in the west,
There is an extra care in the footsteps.
Prosperity disappeared in a thousand-year dream,
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It is the apricot blossom in the south of the Yangtze River. The spring rain has been falling.
Best friend
Your clear eyes are blooming with splendor
As if they are burning The red clouds
The brightly lustrous gems are also helpless
That is the deep love
What makes you so happy
Sending this dormant fragrance out of thin air
That majestic roar
hit the chest
The trembling God of War in the darkness in the distance
< p>Why do you look so irritablePut down the sword in your hand
Because I already know
You regard pain as your own time
Time
The passage of time
The shortness of life
Creates the preciousness of time
Time is an angel
It It creates the value of life
Time is the devil
It creates the passage of time
Time is a multiple choice question
True or False Will create the value of a lifetime
Time comes and goes in a hurry
Gone like the wind
Flowed like water
What is left is just a sigh
What you take away are the years of your life
Time will not stay for you
Looking back indifferently
will make you lose more More
Don’t stop yourself for time
The glorious years pass by you
Shedding a regretful heart
The song ends and everyone disperses
Time is like the wind, don’t stop for it
Don’t leave any regrets in life
Let life be full of value
< p>To achieve the goal of lifeFarewell to Cambridge Xu Zhimo
Gently I left,
Just as I came lightly;
I wave gently,
Being farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river,
is the bride in the sunset,
the beautiful shadow in the ripples,
in my heart Ripple.
The green banana plant on the soft mud,
swaying oilily under the water;
In the soft waves of the Cam River,
I am willing to be a waterweed!
That pool under the elm shade,
is not a clear spring, but a rainbow from the sky
crushed among the floating algae,
Precipitated rainbow-like dreams.
Looking for a dream? Take a pole on a long pole,
Sail upstream to where the grass is greener,
Load a boatload of starlight,
Sing songs in the colorful starlight.
But I can’t sing,
Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is today Late Cambridge!
Quietly I left,
Just as quietly I came;
I waved my sleeves,
I will not take you away A cloud.
November 6, 1928