Poetry about fast time

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 no choice but to let the flowers fall, as if meeting Yan's return. The fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone.

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, even though 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. Success or failure is empty. The green hills are still there, with a few rays of sunset.

White-haired fishermen and firewood collectors are used to watching the autumn moon in the spring breeze. A pot of muddy wine, a brief encounter. Everything in ancient and modern times is a joke.

Li Yu's Crying at Night;

Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong. Too hasty. But the cold rain came early and the wind came late. Tears are intoxicating. When did it weigh? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

Wang Bo's "Teng Wang Ge"

Wang Teng sings the praises of Linjiang Pearl,

Yu Pei sings and dances.

Draw a building facing Nanpu Cloud,

At dusk, the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills.

Clouds and pools are shadows,

Things have changed for several autumn days.

Where is the emperor in the cabinet today,

Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.

Absolute beauty, it's hard to get up every day. It's time to encourage yourself. Time waits for no one. Tao Qian

Didn't you see that the water of the Yellow River came from all over the world, entered the ocean and never came back? Don't you see, in the high room, in the bright mirror, lovely hair, though still 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 are similar year after year, and people are different year after year. Liu Xiyi

Time flies and makes people old, and the sun and the moon run like teenagers. -Brilliant.

The deceased is like a husband, and he never leaves day and night. Confucius