Poetry about cherishing time

Poetry about cherishing time

Time is precious. What do you think of time? Here are seven poems about cherishing time. Let's enjoy them together!

1, "Time flies"

Winter girl was ready to move, and it passed at once.

Dazzling,

Add a beautiful picture to the New Year.

The new year,

A new year is about to begin,

Happy time seems to be yesterday.

20 17 is about to pass,

20 18 is coming,

Senior students are making full preparations for the senior high school entrance examination.

Miss Chun was moved by the wind.

Time flies,

Maybe New Year's Day is spring,

It's another New Year full of laughter.

There are many new hopes in the new year.

The next silvery white snow,

Maybe,

That the final exam was a blockbuster,

Bring continuous drizzle to welcome the New Year, New Year's Day is winter! Another year has passed.

2. Cherish time

Accidentally touch inspiration

All the passions are ignited.

The past is vivid.

As if it were yesterday.

All my dreams have come true.

Have the joy of success

There are also unspeakable bitterness.

Once for our young vows.

Work hard, work hard.

Taste the warmth of the world, share joys and sorrows.

You are optimistic and calm.

Although over the years,

There was only one result.

But you're still smiling

Because practice is experience.

This is worth more than anything.

Art comes from life

Creation needs inspiration.

Fight, my friend

Enthusiastically declare and write life vows

Love life and cherish time.

Your life will be wonderful everywhere.

3. Cherish time

time

Like a ghost

Keep pressing me.

Like the water of a river, it firmly nets fish and shrimp.

Never let go

time

Like a sandstorm

Cover the earth, cover the sky-appear in large numbers

Fill in all the blanks

Never fail

time

Like a tornado

Extremely cruel/evil and evil

Ruthless did take everything away.

Take away my confidence.

never give up

time

Like a loving father

Open your arms.

Soothe wandering migratory birds

Let the warriors recharge their batteries in the harbor.

never give up

time

Like a strict mother

Always telling me

Cherish time

Create time

Keep pace with the times at all times

Never waste time.

4. The footprint of time

one

Not a creation myth

Nor is it an oath of love.

Time is a sharp sickle.

Harvest vicissitudes of life again and again

There is no great starting point

There is no glorious end.

It is not all dust after crushing.

Who said dry your tears for a stone?

two

The sea dried up.

at noon

The sun showed its enthusiasm.

The fish shed the last tear.

The stone is rotten.

At dusk

The wind licked the greasy corners of the mouth.

Helen walked away in despair.

Cupid woke up.

On a morning

Will the world really be clear?

Look at my arrow again.

Who can calculate this moment?

Who can calculate eternity?

5. "If time can go back"

If time could be turned back

I will come back to you without hesitation.

Give you the warmth and protection of a man.

When the wind blows.

I'll put on your coat.

keep out the cold

When it rains

I will hold up an umbrella for you and give you a clear sky.

When you are tired

I will give you a shoulder to lean on and relax you.

When you cry

I will wipe away your tears and make you smile.

When you are sad

I will hug you and give you strength.

When you are sick.

I'll wait day and night

Don't let you be lonely

When you want to get married

I will resolutely promise to give you happiness and happiness.

6. In the long river of time

In the long river of time

Some things are always washed away.

There are always things to solve.

of course

There are still some things that will melt.

Something washed away

Always regret the jar.

As a storage container

Like a coffin in a grave.

Like a few bones in a coffin.

Precipitated thing

Not enough to raise the river bed.

they

Or become a spectator by the river.

Expect to crush

Abandoned again

Helpless wait and see

Or floating on the river.

Rot slowly

Or wait for salvage.

As for the melted,

Make him a part of the river.

Nata pa herne

The moon is counting our footprints.

7. "Time is passing, but we will stay."

Memories slowly look back

In the hot season

That summer with our memories.

Look over.

It turns out that time has passed for a long time.

Our memory is as vague as before.

Quietly flowing water

A long ladder

A winding road

Hazy and foggy

A cold quilt

We are sleepy.

A bumpy car

Roadside scenery

Become a beautiful scenery in memory.

Time is running out.

How to get to the end of the world

Our memory remains the same.

High school is like a dream.

Only the scene in the dream is full of grandeur.

Forgot the first conversation.

Forget all the waves.

No longer remember the grass in full bloom in front of the school gate.

Sweat on the court

The wind blows on the poker table.

Tears in Mapo Tofu

The ecstasy behind the smile

A slow and crazy chase under a bicycle.

It turns out that time is used to commemorate.

Commemorate our youth

Youth slowly drifts by.

Left us with countless bumps and smiles.

Youth gave us a joke.

We are making it bigger.

Time will never forget us. We give time too much color.

Finally, in a messy memory.

We can't remember what it used to be.

Youth dreaming quietly.

The university is too fast, only the back is left.

Told me later.

I can only forget it in rainy early spring.

The gallop on the basketball court

A figure on the ice and snow

The man in the mirror

The youth in the photo

A sad life

Don't want to end all this youth in a hurry

Youth ends our truest sadness.

Those dusty memories are no longer young.

Youth is the heart, not us.

I don't know how to end this paragraph.

At this time when I don't know how to end it

All kinds of memories

You said let's go to that mountain again.

Bring all your friends.

Take another bus home together.

I wonder how long it will take.

This childhood nightmare

Will appear in reality.

But I'm willing to wait quietly

Until that day comes

Maybe this ending is a little hasty.

Maybe this mood is a little dusty again.

Write a sentence at last

The feeling of writing poetry

There is a smell of magnolia.

I don't know how the magnolia flowers in No.2 Middle School are blooming.

Do you have any colors that we remember?