Poems about lamenting time

1. Ancient poems about lamenting time

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 go all day long without eating enough, and 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 dead are like a man, never leaving day and night (Confucius) 7. In life, the gap between heaven and earth is like a white horse passing by, just suddenly.

(Zhuangzi) 8. The prime of life will never come again, and the morning will never come again. Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one.

(Tao Yuanming) 9. Tomorrow comes after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows, I live waiting for tomorrow, everything will be wasted. If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will pass and autumn will come, and old age will come.

Look at the water flowing eastward in the morning, and the sun setting in the west at dusk. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years? Please listen to my song of tomorrow.

(Wen Jia's "Tomorrow's Song") 10. Today is the same as today, how little today is! If you don’t do it today, when will this happen? It is a pity that today is not the day of a hundred years of life! If Yangu waits for the arrival of the Ming Dynasty, there will be Ming Dynasty affairs in the Ming Dynasty. I will compose today's poem for you. Please start working hard today. 2. Verses that lament the passage of time Verses that lament the passage of time

Zi Zai Shang said: The deceased is like a man who never abandons day and night

Encourage learning

Yan Zhenqing

The lights are on at three o'clock and the chickens are on at five o'clock.

It is the time for men to study.

Black-haired people don’t know how to study diligently early,

White-haired people regret studying late.

Reading on a winter night shows Ziyu

Lu You

The ancients spared no effort in learning,

Young people can only achieve success when they are old.

What you get on paper will eventually make you realize it is shallow.

You must know that this matter must be carried out.

Song of Yesterday

Ming Wenjia

Yesterday, yesterday, how good yesterday was! Yesterday has passed, today is just regretful. People in the world only know that they regret yesterday, but they don’t realize that today has passed. The water flows day by day, and the flowers fade day by day. Success and success are established today. Don’t regret the present tomorrow.

Another version: Yesterday’s Song

Yesterday is yesterday, don’t regret yesterday! Lamenting yesterday, it was futile and miserable. I think about yesterday every day, wandering around until the sun sets in the west. Every day, I think yesterday is gone, and I am getting older day by day. Since you know you can't take back yesterday, you should work harder today!

Today's Song

Ming Wenjia

Today and today, how little today is! If you don’t do it today, when will this happen? It’s a pity to waste hundreds of years of my life today. Ruo Yangu will wait until tomorrow, and there will be things in the Ming Dynasty tomorrow. I will compose "Today's Song" for you. Please start studying from today!

Song of Tomorrow

Ming·Wenjia

Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows! Waiting for tomorrow every day will make everything go to waste. Everyone in the world is tired of tomorrow, as spring passes and autumn comes, old age is approaching. The rolling water flows eastward at dawn and dusk, and the sun falls westward in ancient and modern times. How many tomorrows will there be in a hundred years? Please listen to my "Song of Tomorrow"! ~ 3. Two poems about lamenting time

Golden Thread Clothes

Du Qiuniang of the Tang Dynasty

I advise you to cherish your youth.

I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes.

If there are flowers, you must break them off.

Don’t wait for the flowers to be empty and break branches.

Song of Tomorrow

Tomorrow comes tomorrow,

There are so many tomorrows.

I live to wait for tomorrow,

Everything will be wasted.

Changge Xing

Sunflowers in the green garden,

The morning dew awaits the setting sun.

Budze blooms in spring,

All things are radiant.

I am often afraid that the autumn festival is coming, and

the yellow flowers and leaves will wither.

Hundreds of rivers flow from the east to the sea.

When will we return to the west?

If a young man does not work hard,

The old man will be sad.

Study diligently

When the lights are on at three o'clock and the chickens are on at five o'clock, it is the time for men to study. Black-haired people don't know how to study diligently early, and white-haired people regret studying late. ("Encouraging Learning" by Yan Zhenqing of the Tang Dynasty)

About to Drink (Excerpt) Li Bai

If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky, and it will never return to the sea.

Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening. 4. Poems about time

Saving time means making a person’s limited life more effective, which is equivalent to extending a person’s life span.

——Lu Xun

I believe that the most precious thing in the world is "now", and the easiest thing to lose is "now". Because it is the easiest to lose, it is even more precious.

——Li Dazhao

We must remember that our learning time is limited. Time is limited, not only because life is short, but also because people are complicated. We should strive to do the most beneficial things with all our time.

——Spencer

The more a person knows the value of time, the more painful it is to lose time!

——Dante

◇The deceased is like a man, not giving up day and night (Confucius)

◇In life, if a white horse passes between heaven and earth, it will happen suddenly. (Zhuangzi)

◇The sky can be mended, the sea can be filled, and the southern mountains can be moved. The sun and the moon have passed and cannot be traced back. (Zeng Guofan)

◇Do you love life? Then don't waste time, because time is the stuff of life. (Franklin)

◇Wasted time equals wasted life. (Kawabata Yasunari)

◇Those who abandon time, time also abandons him. (Shakespeare)

◇Time is life, time is speed, and time is power. (Guo Moruo)

◇Time is like water in a sponge, as long as you are willing to squeeze, there is always some. (Lu Xun)

◇Time is accumulated by minutes and seconds. Only those who are good at using sporadic time will achieve greater results. (Hua Luogeng)

◇Among all critics, the greatest, most correct, and most genius is time. (Belinsky)

◇Find out time to consider whether what you did during the day is a positive or negative sign. (Dimitrov)

◇The fastest and slowest thing in the world, the longest and shortest thing, the most ordinary thing but also the most precious thing, the most easily ignored thing and the most regrettable thing is time. . (Golky)

◇The prime of life will never come again, and it will be difficult to wake up again in one day. Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one. (Tao Yuanming)

◇Tomorrow comes tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrows. I am waiting for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will pass and autumn will come, and old age will come. In the morning, you can see the water flowing eastward, and in the evening, you can see the sun setting in the west. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years? Please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia's "Song of Tomorrow")

◇Today is the same as today, how little today is! If you don’t do it today, when will this happen? It is a pity that today is not the day of a hundred years of life! If Yangu waits for the arrival of the Ming Dynasty, there will be Ming Dynasty affairs in the Ming Dynasty. I will compose today's poem for you. Please start working hard today. (Wen Jia's "Today's Poems") 5. A beautiful poem lamenting the passage of time

1. Last year, today, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. ——Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"

Interpretation: Last year, today, in this door, the girl's face reflected the bright peach blossoms. When I come here again today, I don't know where the girl has gone. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

2. The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right or wrong, success or failure is gone, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. ——Ming Dynasty Yang Shen's "Linjiang Immortal·The Rolling Yangtze River Passes East"

Interpretation: The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, never looking back, and how many heroes disappear like flying waves. Fighting over what is right and wrong, success and failure, is short-lived and will not last long. Only the green mountains still exist, and the sun still rises and sets.

3. A new song and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone. ——Yan Shu, Northern Song Dynasty, "Huanxisha·A new song and a glass of wine"

Definition: Listening to a new song and drinking a glass of wine, the weather is still the same as last year. When will the sunset in the west come back? ? There was nothing I could do about the fallen flowers, but the returning swallow seemed familiar to me, wandering alone on the flower path in the small garden.

4. The flow of light can easily throw people away. The cherries are red and the bananas are green. ——Jiang Jie, Song Dynasty, "A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Boat Crossing the Wujiang River"

Interpretation: Spring passes easily, making it difficult for people to catch up. The cherries are red and ripe, the bananas are green again, and spring is gone and summer is here again.

5. Don’t wait and see, as your young head turns gray and you are filled with sorrow. ——Song Dynasty Yue Fei's "The River is Red·Written on the Heart"

Definition: Don't waste your years. When your black hair turns gray, you can only regret and mourn alone.

6. What are some poems about lamenting that time inspires people to make progress

Don’t wait for a while, the young man’s head will turn gray, and it will be empty and sad! ------Yue Fei

Black-haired people don't know how to study early, but white-haired people regret that they study late. ----Yan Zhenqing

It is easy for a young man to learn but hard to become an old man, and an inch of time cannot be taken lightly. ----Zhu Xi

If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be sad. --"Long Song Xing"

Time is fleeting, how can I wait for it.

The old man is in a state of despair, and his ambition is thousands of miles; the martyr's twilight years are full of ambition. ---------- Cao Cao

The prime years will not come again, and it is difficult to get up again in one day. It is appropriate to encourage yourself in time, and the years will not come again. Treat people. ——Tao Qian

Heaven and earth are the connecting journey of all things; time is the passerby of all generations. ——Li Bai

Time is like an arrow urging people to grow old, and the sun and the moon are like moving past young people. — - Gao Ming

The deceased is like a man who never gives up day and night. - Confucius

Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. I live to wait for tomorrow, everything will be wasted. If the world is Tomorrow is tired, spring is gone and autumn is coming, and old age is coming. In the morning, you can see the water flowing eastward, and in the evening, you can see the sun setting in the west. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years? Please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia's "Song of Tomorrow")

Walking the Yellow River In the east sky, the white sun sets over the west sea, the passing river and the flowing light, drifting and not treating each other. ——Li Bai

Flowers will bloom again, and no one will be young anymore. ——Guan Hanqing

Years are fleeting. There is no going back, and it is difficult to give up your career. ——Bai Langning

I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes, and I advise you to cherish your youth. Flowers can be broken when they bloom, but they must be cut off, and don't wait until there are no flowers. Empty broken branches -------

Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Don't sing the yellow chicken with gray hair. -----------Su Shi

Relatives may be sad, others have also sang, what is the way to die, support the body in the same mountain.

Let’s try new fire, new tea, poetry and wine while we are still young

White hair makes us grow old, and green hair makes us die. -----------Meng Haoran 7. About Lamentation Time, what are some inspiring poems?

White hair makes you grow old, and green hair makes you die every year. (Meng Haoran's "Returning to Nanshan at the End of the Year")

I don't see you: the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening. (Li Bai's "About to Enter the Wine")

Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the swallows return, as if they had known each other before. (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand")

The yellow crane is gone and will never return, and the white clouds have been empty for thousands of years. (Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower")

The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long, how many autumns have things changed and the stars have moved? Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely. (Wang Bo's "Poems of Prince Teng's Pavilion")

Black-haired people don't know how to study diligently early, and white-haired people regret studying late. The rolling water flows eastward at dawn and dusk, and the sun falls westward in ancient and modern times.

White hair prompts old age, and green hair prompts the end of the year. (Meng Haoran's "Returning to Nanshan at the End of the Year")

I don't see you: the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening. (Li Bai's "About to Enter the Wine")

Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the swallows return, as if they had known each other before. (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand")

The yellow crane is gone and will never return, and the white clouds have been empty for thousands of years. (Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower")

"Two Poems of Taoism at the Dusk of the Year" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

The hardships of the prime of life have shocked the years, and I have spared no time all year round.

In order to learn the Buddhism's method of equality, we must first educate the young and old about the importance of life and death.

"The Beginning of the Road and Sending Far Away" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty

The countryside and mountains are far away day and night, and the autumn wind returns at this time. I used to hear about Humas' thoughts, but now I hear about Chu Yuan's sorrow.

It’s hard to think about farewell, but it’s too late to return home. The majestic picture is always empty, and it is always afraid of hair like silk.

"Spring Thoughts" by Lu You, Song Dynasty

Wuwu was deaf and had not yet woken up from alcohol, and the rain started to clear.

I am worried about watching the peach blossoms entering my house, and listening to the sound of swallows vying for their nests.

Hundreds of diseases have invaded the mausoleum and become the boss, and spring has turned around and Qingming has returned.

Lanting Yu Temple is as clear as yesterday, looking back on childhood as if it were a lifetime ago

"Old Plum" Song Dynasty. Ai Xingfu

Falling into the deserted village and wild water, the appearance is withered Kanzawa's bones and teeth.

I know how much snow I have experienced in my life, and it only takes a few taels of snow to get the best.

Wanmu is respected as a master, and his solitary roots are as light as those of Taoists.

When I was a child, I saw that your hair is now white, and I am planning to meet you to spend the rest of your life together. Jiang Chengzi

The willows in Xicheng make the spring soft, moving away from sorrow, the tears are hard to hold back.

I still remember that my passion once tied me back to the boat.

What happened that day at Biye Zhuqiao was that no one was seen and the water flowed empty.

Time is not reserved for young people.

Hate Youyou, when will you rest?

When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, I go upstairs.

Even the spring river is full of tears, endless flow, and a lot of sorrow.