1. Verses about the lost love
Verses about the lost love 1. Poems about the lost love
1. Once upon a time, it was difficult to solve the problem, except for Wushan. cloud.
2. Red hands, yellow wine. The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is as old as ever, and people are thin and empty. The tears stain the red wine and the silk threads show through.
3. Untitled The fallen leaves are silent in the wind, for whom are the white plum blossoms presented in the cold winter? The lonely shadow sings alone, unable to sleep for a long night, waiting for the rain to stop.
4. I was born before you were born, but you were already old when you were born. I wish I could live with you at the same time, but I will be with you every day.
5. Untitled The fallen leaves are silent in the wind, for whom are the white plum blossoms presented in the cold winter? The lonely shadow sings alone, unable to sleep for a long night, waiting for the rain to stop.
6. Xie’s family’s courtyard is full of ruins, with swallows placed on carved beams. The silver wall of the moon does not distinguish the flowers but the fragrance.
This feeling has become a memory of its own, with scattered mandarin ducks. The rain has stopped and it’s cool. It was a dream eleven years ago. "Picking Mulberry Seeds" by Nalan Xingde (Qing Dynasty)
7. The fluffy catkins in the wind have turned into duckweeds, while the mud lotuses are strong and beautiful, and the lotus root silk lingers. Take a piece of incense to remember your past lives.
People have become less affectionate, and now I really regret being so affectionate. When I look back at the heartbroken place, I shed no tears. "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi" by Nalan Xingde
2. Poems about lost love
Falling in love with you at first sight is the most beautiful encounter in my life.
My promise to you is the most eternal scenery in my plain years. I have always wanted to say that no matter where I go, what I want most is to be by your side.
May we love each other until the end of time. I believe we can wait for the black hair to turn gray together.
When you are here, when I am here, everything will be like nothing. There is not too much gorgeousness, just the sentence "I like you" can make each other care about each other.
Dear, you know, even if I am bruised and bruised, I still have the strength to love you. Some people you only look at once, but it affects their whole life.
Life is like making dumplings. No matter what the fillings are, I will wrap you tightly in my heart. No matter how the boiling water of life boils, my love for you can never be erased! Love is hurt, how many people have suffered, how many memories have been destroyed; love is sad, how many people have been cold, how many thoughts have been lost, even though moths fly to the flames, they still have no hesitation, only looking at love, hurting others and hurting themselves, but it is It cannot be cut off in a lifetime, so many lovesicknesses have been shed, so many infatuated tears have been shed, so many cups of turbid wine have been drunk, so many worldly loves have been tasted! If you are my lotus, then let me stay in love with you forever! "My eyes are raining for her, but my heart is holding an umbrella for her. This is love." At least once in your life, you forget yourself for someone.
I really like you. Please believe me.
Let the tide of love come closer to us little by little. No matter the wind or waves, I will stay by your side to shield you from the wind and rain. If I want to love someone, I want to abandon everything and just want to be with her.
Love has no reason, it is due to the throbbing in the heart; love, there is no excuse, due to looking back a thousand times. Even if the world disappears, my love for you will still be there.
Wear that oath gently on your finger, and the two of you will live forever from now on. One growth only leads to one loss, only the old days bring us happiness.
Love is very simple: one you, wholeheartedly. The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old together with you.
Open your hands dearly and let love stay at this moment. There is a calm love, and I will accompany you to watch the fleeting scenery.
Although you are not the best, you are the only one I love deeply. I am willing to spend thousands of reincarnations in exchange for your eternity and eternity.
You are forever, no matter how long, no matter how far away, I will love you forever. The vow of love will always be with you and me.
Just because I glanced at you one more time in the crowd, I can never forget your face again.
I keep you in my heart, close my palms, and silently pray to God to guide me in the direction. I don’t ask for eternity, just to be by your side. Missing you is something I don’t have to think about every day. No matter how much time washes away, you have already stayed in my heart.
Although there are many flowers, there is no duplicate one. I hope you are destined for me in all my lifetimes.
There are many people who like you, including me, but there are very few people I love, only you! No matter how the years change, my love for you never changes! Just for one person, throughout my life, to the end of the world, I only wish you peace! As long as I'm with you, there's nothing you don't want to do. Let me protect you forever for the rest of my life! We are all unique, any fate brings us together, and love keeps us together for a lifetime! On that day, you were the end of the world and I was the corner of the sea, looking at each other. In that life, you were the bright moon and I was the clear spring. I spent three lives with beautiful hair and cared for you all my life. I loved you every day, loved you every moment, and missed you every moment. I miss you every moment, and may God bless us in this life! I didn't have time to participate in your past, but I will accompany you in your future! I am waiting for you in spring, a promise made by mountains and rivers over time. If you look up and see the clouds floating on the sky, it will be the most beautiful encounter in our lives. We are fighting for who will dominate the world. Now I have my sword pointing to the end of the world, but I just want to play the piano for you. No worries from now on! In that life, by the West Lake, you played the strings for your beloved, and she danced gracefully for you. I couldn't play the love of my past life, and danced endlessly for a lifetime. The blue butterfly was drunk among the flowers, holding my hand to the end of the world.
Waiting for the flowers to bloom and wither, my love for you has never changed! A lifetime of love, only for the beautiful woman! Do you know that you are the person I love most? It is not impossible to go through fire and water for you. I have never loved so deeply. I feel like the luckiest person to have met you! Among millions of people, you and I met for the first time in that golden year and that season of flowers blooming; on that day when the sun was shining brightly and the bridge was flowing with water, you and I knew each other; in that summer breeze was gentle and we were admiring the stars side by side, we fell in love with each other. . I would rather spend this life waiting for you to discover that I have always been by your side and never been far away.
Love is not that profound. Being able to depend on each other is the greatest happiness. Because of you, I believe in true love, and because of you, I believe in eternity.
I want to tell you loudly that you are always in my world. We all said that no matter what happens in the future, we must do well. Don't forget the promise we made naively! When I miss you, you are in the sky, when I miss you, you are in front of me, when I miss you, you are in my mind, and when I miss you, you are in my heart.
Just once in a lifetime, fall in love with the purpose of getting married, and then stay together like that. In the passing years, the years are good. Just once in a lifetime, fall in love with the purpose of getting married. Gotta fall in love! Believe in it one last time and keep walking until you grow old. For me, nothing can be greater than you.
Love is the beating of your heart when you meet for the first time, but you still miss it thousands of times. Your place has to be the end of the world that I miss.
I will use my sincerity to accompany you and protect you for the rest of my life. Falling in love with you at first sight is the most beautiful encounter in my life.
My promise to you is the most eternal scenery in my plain years. The only miserliness in this life is that you are mine.
Thinking that you are with me in my future, I am not afraid of anything else. With you by my side in 2016, I believe we will not be afraid of wind and rain.
3. Poems about lost love.
1. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it anymore. - Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu"
2 The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs Beifeng Beats the Drum"
3 If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? - Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal"
4 When will we know when we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night. - Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
5 If there is a beautiful woman, you will never forget it when you see her. If you don't see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy. -Anonymous "Feng Qiu Huang Qin Song"
6 This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends. . - Zheng Chouyu's "Fu Farewell"
7. Entering my lovesickness door, you know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless love. - Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
8 Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. -Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Li Si"
9 The king is like dust on the road, and the concubine is like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "The Moon Ascends a High Building"
10 The two farewells are desolate, and the most painful one is the bright moon. - Nalan Xingde's "Yu Meiren"
11 Huanjun's pearls shed tears, wishing they had met before they were married. -Zhang Ji's "Yan of a Chaste Woman"
12 How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. For this, I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to let us form a mortal relationship. -Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree"
13 How can we live together and die differently when we only have shadows in the human world? - Chen Hengke's "Inscription on the Portrait of Chunqi"
14 There is talk of lovesickness at the bottom of the acacia tree, and Si Lang hates Lang Lang who doesn't know it. - Liang Qichao's "Taiwan Bamboo Branch Poems"
4. Poems about lost love
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but there was no cloud except Wushan.
Red hands, yellow wine. The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.
The east wind is evil and the joy is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years.
Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is as old as ever, and people are thin and empty. The tears stain the red wine and the silk threads show through.
Untitled The fallen leaves are silent in the wind, for whom are the white plum blossoms presented in the cold winter? The lonely red shadow sings alone, unable to sleep for a long night, waiting for the rain to stop. I was not born before you were born, but I was already old when you were born.
I wish I could live at the same time, but I will be with you every day.
Untitled: The fallen leaves are silent in the wind, for whom are the white plum blossoms presented in the cold winter? The lonely shadow sings alone, unable to sleep for a long night, waiting for the rain to stop.
The Xie family’s courtyard is still standing, and the swallows are placed on the carved beams. The silver wall of the moon does not distinguish the flowers but the fragrance.
This feeling has become a memory of its own, with scattered mandarin ducks. The rain has stopped and it’s cool. It was a dream eleven years ago.
"Picking Mulberries" by Nalan Xingde (Qing) The fluffy catkins in the wind have turned into duckweeds, and the mud lotuses are strong and beautiful, and the lotus roots are lingering. Take a piece of incense to remember your past lives.
People have become less affectionate, and now I really regret being so affectionate. When I look back at the heartbroken place, I shed no tears.
"Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi" Nalan Xingde.
5. I want some poems, articles, diary songs about missing my lost lover
No matter how ugly the caterpillar is, it will eventually turn into a beautiful butterfly
Again A stable relationship cannot withstand the appearance of a third party
No matter how clear the river is, it will not be perfect without the company of fish
If you miss someone without his company, you will eventually be lonely.
No matter how big the rocks are, they can’t withstand the erosion of time
No matter how much money you have, you can’t bring back everyone’s yesterday
No matter how isolated the wild flowers are, they can’t withstand the erosion of time. It's windy and rainy
No matter how strong a woman is, she can't withstand the pain of being stabbed by love
No matter how blue the sky is without white clouds, it is just incomplete
No matter how shallow the wound is, even if it heals without pain, it will still leave a scar
No matter how beautiful the scenery is, you will get tired of it if you look at it for a long time
No matter how beautiful the woman is, she will grow old without you looking at it for a long time< /p>
It’s not that time waits for no one, but that we want to stop
It’s not that there is no perfect love, but that we don’t know how to love
This is My own experience
6. What are the poems that mourn the death of a loved one?
Pan Yue in the Western Jin Dynasty was the first to write "Three Mourning Poems", which was about the long-lasting feelings after the death of his wife. In memory of him, he began to write poems mourning his death.
Shen Yue, a poet from the Qi and Liang Dynasties, and Xue Deyin, a poet from the Sui Dynasty, both wrote poems with the same title of "Mourning for Death", both of which mourned the death of their wives. Liang Jiangyan wrote ten poems called "Mourning Room People", which are also works mourning the death.
After the Tang Dynasty, most of the poems written in memory of the deceased wife did not use "mourning" as the title. Generally speaking, there are far fewer mourning poems than mourning poems. This is because mourning poems are, after all, impromptu lyrical works by poets (ci). The death of a wife before the poet (ci) is, after all, a matter of Very few.
In addition, the love between husband and wife is the most precious and secret emotion in the world. Ancient Chinese poets (ci) still lacked the habit and courage to express this emotion in poetry. Among the poets, Yuan Zhen and Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty are the most famous for their mourning works. Yuan Zhen, in particular, has three poems in seven rhymes called "Removal of Sorrow", five poems of seven unique poems in "Li Si", and eight poems in seven unique poems of "Six Years of Spring". ***Sixteen mourning poems.
Among the poets, Su Shi of the Song Dynasty and Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty are the most famous for their mourning poems, especially Nalan Xingde. The titles of the poems are clearly marked with "mourning", "dream of the dead woman", " There are as many as five or six poems with the words "Dead Wife's Death Day" and "Dead Wife's Birthday". Other untitled poems that may involve mourning for death are far more than this number. The importance of mourning poems lies in the sincerity of emotion rather than the unforgettable words. Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" has several lines that say, "Ten years of life and death are boundless. Without thinking, one will never forget it." This is why it has been passed down.
And because the mourning poems do not commemorate those scholars with lofty ideals, but the wives who have lived in the same room with the poet (ci) for a long time, so they contain many intimate words and many excerpts. Express feelings by comparing many trivial matters of life when the wife was alive with the life of the wife after her death. Yuan Zhen's poems mourning the death of Yuan Zhen have been discussed a lot. This is because Yuan Zhen's wife Wei Cong was not only loving to her husband during his lifetime, but also willing to be poor and lowly and of noble character. Therefore, Yuan Zhen said: "I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor and lowly couples are sad for everything." "Sorrow" Part 2), "There was a time when the sea was difficult to make water, except for Wushan, it was not clouds" ("Lisi" Part 4). These parallel and controversial sentences have also become famous sentences that have been passed down forever.
Jiang Chengzi Su Shi Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
This poem was written by Su Shi in memory of his late wife Wang Fu. —————————————————— Xijiang Moon Su Shi The jade bones are filled with mist, but the ice muscles have their own fairy wind.
Traveling from home to explore the fragrant bushes, there are green-haired phoenixes hanging upside down. Plain face often looks too pink (氵万), and lipstick does not fade after washing makeup.
The high-spirited memory chases the dawn clouds and does not dream of pear blossoms. This is a mourning poem in memory of Chaoyun, the concubine who followed Su Shi for twenty-three years.
———————————————————— Half-Dead Tong · Partridge Sky He Zhu Everything will go wrong if you go through Changmen again. We came together and returned home differently.
After the parasol tree was half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin duck flew away without its companion. The grass on the original grass shows the first light.
The old habitat is surrounded by the new ridge. Lying on an empty bed listening to the rain outside the south window, who will stay up late at night to mend clothes?
Mourning the death of He Zhu’s deceased wife——————————————————Three mourning poems (Part 1)——Pan Yue flies through winter and spring, and the cold and heat suddenly Liuyi. The son returns to Qiongquan, and the heavy soil will forever separate him from the world.
Whoever can restrain his selfish ambitions will be of no use if he stays in floods. He bowed respectfully to the imperial order and returned to his first battle.
Looking at the house, I think about the person, and entering the house, I think about what I have experienced. There is no trace of the curtain, but there are traces of calligraphy and ink.
The fragrance has not stopped yet, but it is still hanging on the wall. The feeling of sadness may exist, and the feeling of panic and alarm may exist.
Like the Hanlin bird, it only roosts twice a day. Like a fish swimming in Sichuan, he compares his eyes to the road analysis.
The spring breeze is coming, and the morning breeze is flowing through the eaves. When do I forget to sleep, my worries accumulate day by day.
The common people sometimes decline, but the Zhuang Fou can still be attacked. ———————————————— Lisi——Yuan Zhen Once the sea was filled with water, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
I look back lazily at Huacong, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. —————————————————— Nalan Xingde is the poet who wrote the most mourning poems in the history of ancient poetry. He has more than 20 poems that are filled with tears but are silent, only destroying the past. fickle.
Relying on the profound knowledge of painting, you will be full of knowledge. It’s so sad that I can’t paint it.
The other words are very clear. Wake up early from a dream in the middle of the night.
The word "Qing" has been updated since I woke up from my dream early in the morning. Weeping endlessly, the wind eaves and the rain ringing at night.
——"Nanxiangzi" The sparse curtains are covered with dust and the curtains are floating, making it a dark and pitiful night. I secretly wiped my tears from my green shirt several times, and suddenly I saw green emerald green leaves next to the rhinoceros box.
Only hatred turns to boredom, and the tide of flowers is still falling at the fifth watch. Withered poplar leaves are hard to cut off, and cold rain and west wind are blowing across the bridge.
——"Good in the Middle" Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed and the windows are sparse. Meditate on the past and set the setting sun.
Don’t be frightened by wine and fall into a heavy sleep; gambling on books will make you lose the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was just commonplace.
"Golden Thread Song" - Thoughts on the anniversary of the deceased wife's death. When will this hatred end? The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the colder weather, and the weather is full of flowers.
The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is time to wake up from the dream. Materials are also felt, and the world is tasteless.
It is not as good as the night platform, separated by dust, deserted and a place of sorrow. The promise was abandoned.
If there is a Pisces in the spring, it will be sent. I wish I could know him, who I can depend on for all my joys and sorrows over the years.
I have turned sideways since the middle of the night, and I can't bear to listen to Xiangxian's theory. When we get married, we will know him for life.
I am also afraid that both of them will die, and if they meet again, the remaining months will be in the wind. The tears are gone and the paper is ashes.
"Picking Mulberries" Now I realize that I was wrong at that time, and I feel miserable. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.
Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy period. Farewell like this, the pear blossoms have fallen and the moon turns to the west.
"Qinyuanchun" Life is fleeting, life is so miserable, how can you forget when you are wandering low. I remember that when the embroidered couch was idle, the wind played with the rain; at the bend of the carved lantern, they both leaned against the setting sun.
It’s so hard to keep a dream, a poem can’t be continued, and I’ll cry even more if I win. The remains are there, but they are only turned around without being allowed to take a closer look.
Rediscover the vast blue sky. If you have short hair, you will definitely have frost in the morning.
The relationship between earth and heaven has not been broken; spring flowers and autumn leaves are still hurt when touched. I want to tie up my preparations, but I am shocked and shaken off, and the yesterday's fragrance of Xun's clothes is reduced.
It’s really helpless, the sound of the flute next to it makes the sound of the ileum. "Police Poppy" The spring love is only as thin as the pear blossoms, and the pieces fall away.
Why is the setting sun so close to dusk? There are still unawakened souls in the world. The silver paper says goodbye to the dream at that time, and the secret ribbon is the same as the heart.
I am a dreamer for Yi Ban, and I always draw pictures to call out the truth at night. "Wet Green Shirt" - Mourning for the Death There has been so much sadness lately, who can keep up the good news? Paying for teaching, green windows and red tears, early geese and early orioles.
I appreciated it at the time, but I have given it up now, which is a total loss of sentimentality. Suddenly I suspect that you have arrived, the wind blows from the painted lanterns, and I count the spring stars crazily.
7. Looking for ancient poems about lost love
1. "Five Poems on Lisi, Part 4"
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Take the flower bush to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Translation: If you have been to the sea, you won’t care about the water elsewhere; except for Wushan, you won’t call the clouds anywhere else clouds. I walked through the flowers in a hurry, not bothering to look back. The reason for this is partly because of the asceticism of the monks, and partly because of the you I once had.
2. "Jin Se"
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
Translation: There are twenty-five strings in the Se, but this poem was written after the death of Li Shangyin’s wife, so fifty strings means broken strings. But even so, every string and every syllable is enough. Express my longing for those wonderful years. Zhuang Zhou actually knew that he was just a butterfly longing for freedom. Emperor Wang's beautiful heart and deeds can move Du Juan.
The shadow of the bright moon in the sea is like a pearl turned from tears. Only in the Lantian at that time and place can good jade be produced like smoke. Those beautiful things and times can only remain in memories.
At that time, those people thought that those things were just normal, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
3. "Jiang Chengzi·Dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are uncertain. Without thinking. Unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream. Small Xuan window. Dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Translation: It has been ten years since we said goodbye as husband and wife, and I can’t bear to miss you. But after all, it is difficult to see each other. That lonely grave thousands of miles away, there was no place to tell her the desolation and sadness in her heart. Even if we meet, you won't recognize me. My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night, I returned to my hometown again in my dream, at the window of the hut. Dressing up. You and I were silent and miserable, and we could only shed a thousand lines of tears in silence. Unexpectedly, the place where I missed her back then was on a hill with dwarf pine trees on a bright moonlit night.
4. "Mulan Ci·Cambodian Friends of the Ancient Juejue Ci"
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad? Paint fan.
It’s easy to change an old person’s heart, but it’s easy to change an old person’s heart.
Lishan’s words are gone until half past midnight, and the tears and rain will end without complaint.
How lucky is the handsome man in brocade to wish for that day with wings and branches.
Translation: Getting along with the person you love should always be as sweet, warm, affectionate and happy as when you first met. But you and I should have loved each other, but why have we become separated from each other today? Now you change your heart easily, but you say that it is easy for lovers to change their hearts.
You and I are just like Emperor Ming of Tang Dynasty and Yang Yuhuan. We made a life-or-death vow in the Palace of Eternal Life, but in the end we made a decisive separation. Even so, there is no grudge. But how can you compare with the Tang Minghuang back then? He still had a vow to be a winged bird and to connect a branch with Yang Yuhuan.
5. "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·Red Hands"
Song Dynasty: Lu You
Red Hands. Huang Teng wine. The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil. The joy is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong wrong wrong.
Spring is as old as ever. People are empty and thin. The tear stains are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall. Xianchi Pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Momomo.
Translation: The red and creamy hands hold a cup filled with yellow wine. The city is filled with the scenery of spring, but you are already as out of reach as the green willows in the palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is, how thin the joy is. A full glass of wine is like a glass of sadness, and my life has been very bleak in the past few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
The beautiful spring scenery is still the same as before, but people are losing weight in vain. The water washed away the rouge on his face and soaked the thin silk handkerchief completely. The peach blossoms in spring have fallen, on the quiet and empty pond and pavilion. The vow of eternal love is still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Mo, mo, mo.
8. What are the poems that describe the passage of time?
1. No ancients are seen before, and no one comes after. Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness. ——Chen Zi'ang's "Song of Dengyouzhou"
2. Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one. ——Tao Yuanming's "Miscellaneous Poems"
3. The shadows of the idle clouds and ponds 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"
4. The prime years will never come again, and the morning will never come again. ——Tao Yuanming's "Miscellaneous Poems"
5. What in the world makes people grow old? It's half the sound of a chicken and half a horse's hooves. ——Wang Jiuling's "Title on the Inn"
6. The light is easy to throw people away, red cherries, green bananas. ——Jiang Jie's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms"
7. Flowers will bloom again, and no one will be young again. ——Dou E's Injustice "Dou E's Injustice"
8. There are only white hairs in the fair world, but there is no mercy on the heads of noble people. ——Du Mu's "A Farewell to the Hermit"
9. The lights are on at three o'clock and the chicken is on at five o'clock, which is when men are studying. Black-haired people don't know how to study diligently early, and white-haired people regret studying late. ——Yan Zhenqing's "Encouraging Learning"
10. Thirty years of fame and fame are dust and dirt, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and he will be filled with sorrow. ——Yue Fei's "The River Is Red"
11. A hundred years will make a hundred years better, and you must love today. ——Wang Shizhen
12. Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallows return. ——Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand"
13. The sunny season is wasted again, and the twilight time will be like that again. There are few spring days in one year, and there are many old days in a hundred years. ——Bai Juyi's "Spring Evening Ode to Huangfu Langzhi"
14. An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time. ——Anonymous
15. If young people don’t work hard, old people will be sad. ——The ancient poem "Long Song Xing" by Han Dynasty Yuefu
16. White hair makes you grow old, and green hair makes you die every year.
——Meng Haoran "Returning to Nanshan at the End of the Year"