Poems about life:
1. "Quequae: Life is not a hundred years old"
Ming Dynasty: Liu Ji
Life is not a hundred years old How about a hundred years old?
The heroes of ancient times have all returned to the mountains and rivers.
Translation: You can’t live to be a hundred years old, so what if you live to be?
The heroes of the past and present have now turned into dust and scattered in the rivers.
2. "Midnight Song·How can one avoid the sorrow and hatred in life"
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
How can one avoid the sorrow and hatred in life? What is the limit of ecstasy and self-love? ! The dream of returning to the motherland makes me shed tears.
Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember Qiu Qingwang. The past has become empty, still like a dream.
Translation:
How can we avoid the sorrow and sorrow in life? I am the only one who is heartbroken and filled with infinite sorrow! I dreamed that I was back in my homeland, and when I woke up, I shed tears.
Who will climb the tall building with me? I will always remember looking out from a tall building on a sunny autumn day. The past has become empty, just like in a dream.
3. "Red Peony: A Hundred Years of Life"
Song Dynasty: Wang Guan
A hundred years of life is rare, seventy years old is rare. Except for the ten-year-old child. Another ten years of old age. They have been together for fifty years, and half of them have been divided by the Sandman and the Sandman. During those twenty-five years, I would rather have no worries.
Think carefully so that you can pursue love as early as possible. When drinking and chasing friends, you smile proudly. Ren Yushan was destroyed. Intoxicated and intoxicated, life is like dew and weeping grass. Fortunately, the new arrival has a lot of wine, and we will sing and laugh together for a long time.
Translation:
With a life span of a hundred years, few people can live to be seventy. Ten years of childhood, ten years of coma, and half of the intervening fifty years are taken up by sleep (should include illness and leisure). During the twenty-five years of my sobriety, I had many worries.
If you think about it carefully, you really don’t have much time in life, so you should pursue love as early as possible and enjoy yourself in time. On weekdays, I get together with like-minded friends to drink, and I am in high spirits without worrying about what will happen after I get drunk.
If you are intoxicated, just be intoxicated. Life is as short as the dewdrops hanging on the grass. Fortunately, recently, there is an endless supply of fine wine like Mianhe River, which allows me to spend time as pleasantly as singing songs for thousands of years.
4. "The Order of Gui Gui·Thinking about the most painful parting in life"
Yuan Dynasty: Liu Tingxin
Thinking about the most painful parting in life, the geese disappear and the fish sink, the letter Absence of sound. The charming appearance is actually useless, who has benefited from the good times?
The work of a poor family drags on day by day, and the sun and moon of going to the grave on the 15th day have just passed, and the time of worshiping the stove on the 24th night has already arrived.
Dudu is lonely and fawning all the year round, and the lonely one spends the whole night consulting with others. I am looking forward to his return with joy, but I am desolate and desolate as an old man.
Translation:
I think the most painful thing in life is parting. The swans disappear without a trace, the fish sink into the depths, the letters are broken, and the news is extinct.
The delicate appearance is so humiliating. Who has ever taken advantage of the good times? The life of a poor family is getting difficult to support day by day. It has only been one hundred and five days of visiting graves, and the twenty-fourth has come again. The time of worshiping the stove at night.
Praying in earnest all year round, sighing all night alone, looking forward to his return with joy, desolate and desolate, the man is old and his hair is gray.
5. "Qinyuanchun·Changsha"
Modern: Mao Zedong
In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north to the head of Orange Island.
Look at the mountains covered with red, the forests all dyed; the rivers full of green, with hundreds of boats vying for the current.
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish flies on the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete for freedom.
With a melancholy outline, I ask, who is in charge of the ups and downs of the vast earth?
I brought hundreds of couples on this trip to recall the glorious past.
The young classmate Qia was in his prime, but he was a scholar and scolded Fang Qiu.
To point out the country and inspire the words, the dung is like thousands of households.
Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the boat?
Translation:
On a crisp day in late autumn, I looked at the clear water of the Xiangjiang River flowing slowly northward.
I stood alone at the head of Orange Island. Look at the thousands of mountain peaks all turning red, the layers of forest seem to be dyed with color, the river is clear and blue, and the big ships are riding the wind and waves, vying to be the first.
In the vast sky, eagles are flying vigorously, fish are swimming briskly in the clear water, and everything is vying to live a free life in the autumn light. Facing the boundless universe, (thousands of thoughts came to my mind at the same time)
I want to ask: Who will decide and dominate the rise and fall of this vast earth?
Looking back on the past, my classmates and I often came here to play together.
The countless extraordinary years spent discussing national affairs together still linger in my heart.
The students are in their youth and in their prime; we are full of ambition, unrestrained and powerful. Commenting on national affairs and writing these articles that stirred up the turmoil and promoted the Qing Dynasty, the warlords and bureaucrats at that time were treated like dirt.
Do you remember that when we were swimming in a deep and fast river, the waves almost blocked the speeding boat?