1. Poems about the shortness of life
Poems about the shortness of life 1. What are the ancient poems about the shortness of life
"Today's Good Banquet" 4
Today is a good banquet, and the joy is hard to describe.
Playing the zither makes a great sound, and the new sound is wonderful and enchanting.
Ling De sings high-pitched words, knows music and listens to its truth.
We have the same wish, but the meaning is not stated.
Life is destined to last forever, and dying is like flying into the dust.
Why not take advantage of the high school students and seize the important road first.
Do nothing to keep yourself poor and humble, and you will endure hardships.
"Returning to the carriage and driving with words" No. 11
Returning to the carriage and driving with words, walking along a long road.
Looking around, the east wind is shaking the grass.
If you encounter something without a reason, you will grow old quickly.
There are ups and downs, and it’s never too early to get established.
Life is not gold and stone, how can you test longevity.
Immortals suddenly transform into objects, and honorable names are regarded as treasures.
"Driving to the East Gate" No. 13
Driving to the East Gate and looking at the Guobei Tomb in the distance.
The poplars are fluttering, and the road is wide between pines and cypresses.
There are dead people below, and they will be in the dark forever.
Sleeping under the Yellow Spring, it will last for thousands of years.
The yin and yang are shifting, and life is like morning dew.
Life is like sending it away suddenly, and there is no solid stone in life.
Long live and send you to each other, no sage can save you.
People who take it to seek gods are often mistaken for medicine.
It is better to drink fine wine and be convinced that you are a fool.
Part 15 of "The Year of Being Born Less than a Hundred Years"
If the person is born less than a hundred years old, he often worries about being a thousand years old.
The days are short and the nights are long, why not go out by candlelight!
It’s time to have fun, why wait until now?
A fool cherishes money, but only for the sake of future generations.
It’s hard to wait for the immortal prince Qiao.
The above is from "Nineteen Ancient Poems"
2. Poems about the passing of time and the short life of life
Ode to Ruan Ji
Life If the dust is dew, the way of heaven will be long and narrow.
Dangexing Cao Cao
How about singing while drinking? Like morning dew, it will be more painful every day when it goes away.
Cherish Time Unnamed
When flowers bloom and fall, it is easy to grow old in life.
About to Drink Li Bai
If you are happy in life, you must have all the fun, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.
Two Poems from Qujiang by Du Fu
Drinking debt is commonplace, but rare in seventy years of life.
Staying with a Friend Bai Juyi
How many times in a hundred years can you smile?
Yong Huai Bai Juyi
Within a hundred years of life, the speed is like passing by.
Crying Yin Yao Wang Wei
How much life can be, after all, it is invisible.
Qingming Gao Zhu
If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop of it reach the nine springs.
Traveling on the Shasha by Yan Shu
Don’t dwell on songs and wine, life is limited and love is unlimited.
Picking Mulberries·Double Ninth Festival Mao Zedong
Life is easy but it is difficult to grow old, and it is always a Double Ninth Festival.
[Night Boating] When I was a hundred years old, I dreamed of a butterfly, and I regretted looking back at the past. Spring is here today, the flowers will fade tomorrow, and all night lights will be extinguished.
[Feng Rusong] The red sun is setting in front of us, as fast as a car going downhill. When dawn comes, the mirror is filled with white snow, and when you go to bed, you say goodbye to your shoes. Don't laugh at the clumsy plan of the dove nest, and the gourd ti always pretends to be stupid.
3. Poems from the ancients lamenting that time is short and life is short
1. Nian Nujiao·Chibi Nostalgia Su Shi Song Dynasty The great river goes eastward, and the waves are washed away, and there are romantic figures through the ages.
To the west of the fortress, the humane way is, Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time. I recall Gong Jin’s time when Xiao Qiao was married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome.
Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the boats and oars disappeared into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early.
Life is like a dream, a statue returns to the moon. Translation: The water of the river is rolling and flowing eastward, sweeping away all the romantic figures of the ages.
Heroes of the ages. To the west of the old fortress, people say it is the red cliff where Zhou Yu defeated Cao's army in the Three Kingdoms.
Steep stone walls towered into the sky, thunderous waves crashed against the river bank, and the waves stirred up like thousands of piles of white snow. The majestic mountains and rivers were as beautiful as pictures, and many heroes emerged in one time.
I recall the time when Zhou Yu was so proud of his youth, and the peerless beauty Xiao Qiao had just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit and heroic spirit. With a hand-held feather fan and a silk scarf on his head, he was joking and chatting calmly and casually, while 800,000 Cao Cao's troops were wiped out like ashes.
Today I am wandering around the battlefield of those days. It is ridiculous that I am so sentimental and my head is full of gray hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, raise your wine glass to pay homage to this eternal bright moon.
2. Will enter the wine · Without you seeing it, Li Bai Tang Dynasty If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky, and it will flow to the sea never to return. Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
If you are proud of life, you must have all the fun, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent.
If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking.
A song with you, please listen to me. Bells, drums, food and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time.
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names. In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and a lot of fun and banquets.
What does the master mean when he has less money? It is up to you to sell it. The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.
Translation: Can’t you see that the water of the Yellow River rushes from the sky, and the waves roll straight to the East China Sea, never to return. Can't you see that the elderly parents lamented their aging white hair in front of the mirror, and the green hair on their heads when they were young is now white as snow.
When you are proud of your life, you should indulge in joy and don't let this golden cup face the bright moon empty without wine. Everyone's birth must have its own value and meaning. Even if a thousand taels of gold (even if) is used up in one wave, it can still be obtained again.
Let’s cook sheep and slaughter cows for fun, and drinking three hundred cups at once (today) is not too much! Master Cen, Mr. Dan Qiusheng, please hurry up and drink. Don’t stop raising your glasses. Let me sing a song for you, and please listen carefully to me: How precious is the luxurious life of eating delicacies from the mountains and seas all day long? I just hope to live in a drunken dream and not want to wake up.
Since ancient times, sages have always been indifferent and lonely. Only those who know how to drink can leave a good reputation. Do you know the story of Chen Wang Cao Zhi's optimistic banquet in those days? There were thousands of wine fights and lavish drinking, so that the guests and hosts could enjoy themselves.
Master, why do you say I don’t have much money? Just buy some wine and let us drink together. Those precious five-flowered horses and expensive fox furs, please ask the waiter to take them all and exchange them for fine wine. Let us work together to eliminate this endless eternal sorrow! 3. Full of River Red·Writing Hues by Yue Fei, Song Dynasty. He was so angry that he was leaning against the railing, and the misty rain stopped.
Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.
Don’t wait and see when your young head turns gray and you are filled with sorrow. The shame of Jingkang is still not over.
When will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed? Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain.
Zhuangzhi eats the meat of Huns when he is hungry, and drinks the blood of Huns when he is thirsty. Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.
Translation: I was so angry that my hair stood up, so I raised my hat and climbed up to lean on the railing. A drizzle had just stopped. Looking up at the vast expanse, looking up to the sky and sighing, my heart is filled with the heart of serving the country. Although I have established some achievements over the past thirty years, they are as insignificant as dust. I have traveled 8,000 miles from north to south and gone through many turbulent lives.
Don't waste your years, your youth's black hair will turn gray, and you will only have regrets and sorrows alone. The shame of Jingkang Year has not yet been washed away.
When will the resentment of the ministers be extinguished? I will drive a chariot to attack Helan Mountain, and even Helan Mountain will be leveled.
I am full of lofty ideals. When I am hungry during the war, I will eat the enemy's flesh, and when I am talking and laughing, I will drink the enemy's blood. I want to start all over again, regain the old rivers and mountains, and pay homage to my old capital, Jingque.
4. Linjiang Fairy · The Rolling Water of the Yangtze River Passes East Yang Shen Ming The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure turn around in vain.
The green hills are still there, and the sunset turns red several times. The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.
A jug of turbid wine brings happiness to each other. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter.
Translation: The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, never looking back, and how many heroes disappear like flying waves. Fighting over what is right and wrong, success and failure, is short-lived and will not last long.
Only the green mountains still exist, and the sun still rises and sets. The white-haired fisherman on the river has long been accustomed to the changes in the four seasons.
It was a rare meeting with friends, and I enjoyed a glass of wine. The turmoils of the past and present have become the material for chatting over drinks.
5. Jinse Li Shangyin Tang Dynasty Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn 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 the good jade like smoke be produced. Those beautiful things and times can only remain in memories.
At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.