There are many poems about the passage of time in ancient and modern China and abroad:
Yan Shu's "Huanxi Yarn";
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
Shu Yun (Li Bai), the school book sent off by Xie Xianlou in Xuanzhou.
I had to leave Potter and me since yesterday.
It hurts my heart even more today!
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
Jiao Shan (Li Shangyin)
Never wear a long rope,
It's hard to hate water when it goes to the clouds.
If you want to buy the sea from Magu,
A cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.
Linjiang county Yang Shen
The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes. Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time. Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.
The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. I met an old friend and had a drink. How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation.
Li Yu's Ci Wu Ye Diao;
The flowers in the forest have withered in spring. Too hasty. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. Cochineal tears. Get people drunk. When does it weigh? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Wang Bojuan 55_ 12 Wang Teng Pavilion
Wang Teng sings the praises of Linjiang Pearl,
Yu Pei sings and dances.
Draw a building facing Nanpu Cloud,
At dusk, the bead curtain rolled up the rain in the western hills.
Clouds and pools are shadows,
Things have changed for years.
Where is the emperor in the cabinet today,
Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.
If you don't come back in your prime, it's hard to wake up in the morning. You should encourage yourself in time, time waits for no one. Tao Qian
Have you noticed that the water of the Yellow River comes from all over the world, enters the ocean and never returns? Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night. -Li Bai
Heaven and earth, the journey of all things; Time flies and generations have passed. -Li Bai
"Life is like a blink of an eye, just suddenly." -Zhuangzi
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year. Liu Xiyi
Time flies and makes people old, and the sun and the moon run like teenagers. -Great.
It passed like this, day and night! Confucius
Tomorrow follows tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. I will wait for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring. Watch the water flow eastward and the sunset at dusk. A hundred years tomorrow can be geometric, please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia "Tomorrow Song")
The Yellow River flows eastward, the white sun sets in the west, Sichuan and streamers passing by, and they are erratic. -Li Bai
Flowers bloom again and people are no longer young. -Guan Hanqing
When washing hands, the days pass from the water box; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl. I realized that he was in a hurry, and when I reached out to cover it, he passed by the covered hand again; When it was dark, I was lying in bed, and he quickly passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I hide my face and sigh. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh. -Zhu Ziqing
Time is gone forever, and my career is hard to give up. -Branding
The longest is time, because it is endless, and the shortest is time, because all our plans are too late to be completed. -Voltaire
Lying in bed, I heard the clock ticking,
think of you
Spinning around in chaos-
It's not new
Flashback to the warm night-
Almost left behind
The suitcase of memory,
Time is-
Sometimes you imagine me-
I went too far.
You are calling me, I can't hear you.
What you said-
You said-take your time-
I'm behind-
Second hand release
If you get lost, you can look for it and you will find me.
again and again
If you fall, I will catch you-I will wait for you.
again and again
If you fall, I will catch you, and I will wait for you.
again and again
again and again
When your photo fades, the darkness disappears.
Turned gray
Look through the window.-I was thinking
If you're okay
You said-take your time-
I'm behind-
The drums don't beat-
If you get lost, you can look for it and you will find me.
again and again
If you fall, I will catch you-I will wait for you.
again and again
If you fall, I will catch you, and I will wait for you.
again and again ......
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God may have given us different fates, but he has given us time to pass by at the same speed. "Swallows have gone, when they come back, the willows will wither, when they are green, the peach blossoms will wither, and when they bloom again, our days will be gone forever."
Everyone savors the time, and engraves the traces of time in the natural fate and the efforts of the day after tomorrow.
I, perhaps including you, have been polished by life in the passage of time.
Passing by in a hurry, there are no longer too many feelings singing back and forth in our hearts. We all become more mature, and our hearts become older than our actual age. However, the innocence in life will never grow old. One day, she will appear in my dream as a young face, and in my memory, she will remind me of some regrets left over and over again in the past years. This kind of regret rubs my heart and makes me want to start over. . .
Is it just the pain of the past that we have to start all over again? I don't know.