Invisible and intangible time has passed away from people mercilessly and hurriedly. In ancient poetry, especially in the Tang and Song Dynasties, writing "water" means writing time or expressing sorrow. For example, "Confucius said Sichuan, the deceased is like a husband." Li Bai's How the Yellow River Water Moves Heaven, Who Will Go to the Sea and Never Return, and Wang Zhihuan's The Mountain Shades the Day, and the Sea Drains the Golden River, etc., it is an anxiety to express the passage of time with the help of endless rivers and seas. Time has existed for a long time, and everyone lives in it, but many people often forget the existence of time, so people feel incredible about the passage of time, so there are poems that lament the passage of time, such as "A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they go west?"
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 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 Ci Wu Ye Diao;
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.
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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
Tomorrow follows tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. If people are tired of tomorrow, they will go to Qiu Lai in spring to watch the flowing water and the sunset at dusk. If tomorrow can become geometry in a hundred years, please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia's Song of Tomorrow)
The Yellow River flows eastward, the white sunset shines on the West Sea, and the Sichuan and the streamer disappear, and they are in love with each other. -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 passed from the rice bowl. I noticed that he left 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 opened my eyes to say goodbye to the sun, another day slipped away. I hid my face and sighed, but the shadow of a new day began to flash in my 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