An ancient poem about lamenting time and inspiring people.

1. Seek poems about lamenting time and inspiring people

Seek poems about lamenting time and inspiring people. 1. What are the poems about lamenting time and inspiring people?

Don't be idle, you'll be sad! -Yue Fei

Black hair doesn't know how to study early, but white hair regrets how to study late.-Yan Zhenqing

Young people learn early, but it's hard to learn old, and an inch of time is not light.-Zhu Xi

Young people don't work hard, but the boss is sad.-"Long Songs"

Time flies, isn't it? Martyrs are full of courage in their twilight years.----------Cao Cao

Never comes back in his prime, but it's hard to wake up in the morning, so it's time to encourage himself, and time waits for no one.--Tao Qian

Heaven and earth are a journey of all things; Time flies, and generations pass by. —— Li Bai

Time flies to make people old, and the sun and the moon move like teenagers. —— Gao Ming

The deceased is like a husband, and he doesn't give up day and night. —— Kong Qiu

Tomorrow will come again, and there are so many tomorrows. I will wait for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. If the world is tired of tomorrow, it will be spring. Please listen to my tomorrow song. ("Tomorrow Song" by Wen Jia)

The Yellow River goes east, the white sun sets in the west sea, and the passing Sichuan and the streamer are indifferent to each other. —— Li Bai

Flowers are reopened, and people are no longer young. —— Guan Hanqing

The years are gone forever, and it is hard to give up your career. ——— Bai Lang The water in front of the gate can also flow to the west! Don't sing yellow chicken with white hair.-Su Shi

Relatives or Yu Sad, others have already sung, so what can I do when I die?

Try new tea, poetry and wine in my white hairs hasten my decline and like pale beams ending the old year.-Meng Haoran < (Meng Haoran's on returning at the year's end to zhongnan mountain)

Have you noticed: how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow. (Li Bai's "Coming into the Wine")

There is nothing to do, and it seems that I have met Yan's return. (Yan Shu's Huanxisha)

the yellow crane never revisited earth, and white clouds are flying without him for ever. (Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower)

Clouds and pools are full of shadows. How many years do things change for the stars? Where is the emperor in the pavilion today? The Yangtze River flows freely outside the sill. (Wang Bo's Poems of Teng Wangge)

Black hair doesn't know how to study early, and white head regrets studying late. In the morning, the water flows eastward, and today it is long and the west is falling.

my white hairs hasten my decline, like pale beams ending the old year. (Meng Haoran's on returning at the year's end to zhongnan mountain)

Have you noticed: how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow. (Li Bai's "Coming into the Wine")

There is nothing to do, and it seems that I have met Yan's return. (Yan Shu's Huanxisha)

the yellow crane never revisited earth, and white clouds are flying without him for ever. (Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower)

Clouds and pools are full of shadows. How many years do things change for the stars? Where is the emperor in the pavilion today? The Yangtze River flows freely outside the sill. (Poems of Teng Wangge by Wang Bo)

3. Poems about lamenting the passage of time and inspiring people