Poems about the past

1. Ten years of joys and sorrows are like dreams. I touch my palms and exclaim and talk to each other, and the past is gone. ——Ye Mengde

2. The past has become empty, still like a dream. ——Li Yu

3. The past is the last thing to be sold, and the early years are all declining. ——Yuan Zhen

4. There is no trace of the past, gathering and dispersing in a hurry, today we are entertaining a few guests together. ——Ouyang Xiu

5. The past has become a cloud of smoke, and the prosperity of the world is intoxicating.

(Author unknown)