Poetry describing the passage of time

Poems describing the passage of time

1. No ancients before, no coming after, thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness. ——Chen Zi'ang's "Song of Dengyouzhou"

2. Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one. ——Tao Yuanming's "Miscellaneous Poems"

3. The shadows in the idle cloud pool are long, how many autumns have things changed and the stars have moved? Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely. ——Wang Bo's "Poems of Prince Teng's Pavilion"

4. The prime years will never come again, and the morning will never come again. ——Tao Yuanming's "Miscellaneous Poems"

5. What in the world makes people grow old? It's half the sound of a chicken and half a horse's hooves. ——Wang Jiuling's "Title on the Inn"

6. It is easy for people to be thrown away by the flowing light. The cherries are red and the bananas are green. ——Jiang Jie's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms"

7. Flowers will bloom again, and no one will be young again. ——Dou E's Injustice "Dou E's Injustice"

8. There are only white hairs in the fair world, but there is no mercy on the heads of noble people. ——Du Mu's "A Farewell to the Hermit"

9. The lights are on at three o'clock and the chicken is on at five o'clock, which is when men are studying. Black-haired people don't know how to study hard early, and white-haired people regret studying late. ——Yan Zhenqing's "Encouraging Learning"

10. Thirty years of fame and fame are like dust and dust, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and he will be filled with sorrow. ——Yue Fei's "The River is Red"

11. A hundred years will make a hundred years better, and you must still love today. ——Wang Shizhen

12. Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns. ——Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand" What are the poems that describe the passage of time?

1. I never saw the ancients in front of me, and never saw the newcomers in the future. Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness. ——Chen Zi'ang's "Song of Dengyouzhou"

2. Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one. ——Tao Yuanming's "Miscellaneous Poems"

3. The shadows of the idle clouds and ponds are long, how many autumns have things changed and the stars have moved? Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely. ——Wang Bo's "Poems of Prince Teng's Pavilion"

4. The prime years will never come again, and the morning will never come again. ——Tao Yuanming's "Miscellaneous Poems"

5. What in the world can make people grow old? It is half the sound of chickens and half horseshoes. ——Wang Jiuling's "Title on the Inn"

6. The light is easy to throw people away, red cherries, green bananas. ——Jiang Jie's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms"

7. Flowers bloom again, and no one is young anymore. ——Dou E's Injustice "Dou E's Injustice"

8. There are only white hairs in the fair world, but there is no mercy on the heads of noble people. ——Du Mu's "A Farewell to the Hermit"

9. The lights are on at three o'clock and the chicken is on at five o'clock, which is when men are studying. Black-haired people don't know how to study hard early, and white-haired people regret studying late. ——Yan Zhenqing's "Encouragement to Learn"

10. Thirty years of fame and fame are dust and dirt, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and he will be filled with sorrow. ——Yue Fei's "The River Is Red"

11. A hundred years will make a hundred years better, and you must love today. ——Wang Shizhen

12. Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallows return. ——Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand"

13. The sunny season is wasted again, and the twilight time will be like that again. There are few spring days in one year, and there are many old days in a hundred years. ——Bai Juyi's "Spring Evening Ode to Huangfu Langzhi"

14. An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time. ——Anonymous

15. If young people don’t work hard, old people will be sad. ——The ancient poem "Long Song Xing" by Han Dynasty Yuefu

16. White hair makes you grow old, and green hair makes you die every year. ——Meng Haoran's "Returning to Nanshan at the End of the Year" What are the poems that describe how the heart remains young after the passing of time?

1. I never saw the ancients in front of me, and never saw the newcomers in the future. Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness.

——Chen Zi'ang's "Song of Dengyouzhou"

2. Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one.

——Tao Yuanming's "Miscellaneous Poems"

3. The shadows in the idle cloud pool are long, how many autumns have things changed and the stars have moved? Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely.

——Wang Bo's "Poems of Prince Teng's Pavilion"

4. The prime years will never come again, and the morning will never come again.

——Tao Yuanming's "Miscellaneous Poems"

5. What in the world urges people to grow old? It's half the sound of a chicken and half a horse's hooves.

——Wang Jiuling's "Title on the Hotel"

6. It is easy for people to be thrown away by the flowing light, red cherries and green bananas.

——Jiang Jie's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms"

7. Flowers bloom again, and people are no longer young.

——Dou E's Injustice "Dou E's Injustice"

8. There are only white hairs in the fair world, but there is no mercy on the heads of noble people.

——Du Mu's "A Farewell to the Hermit"

9. The lights are on at three and the chickens are on at five, which is when men are studying. Black-haired people don't know how to study hard early, and white-haired people regret studying late.

——Yan Zhenqing's "Encouraging Learning"

10. Thirty years of fame and fame are dust and dirt, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and he will be filled with sorrow.

—— Yue Fei's "The River is Red" A poem about how the heart remains young after the passing of time

1. Youth passes away in silence, and yesterday's prosperity and bitterness have been drowned in the deep sea and soft sandy beach. After walking up the mountain, I looked back and found that the footprints I walked on had long been submerged by the sea water and disappeared. The tiny grains of sand contained untold sadness. Unfortunately, no one understood.

2. We don’t need to answer, just let those warm years of youth flow in our hearts and in the quiet years.

3. The years pass by in a hurry, and we will eventually grow up. Will we shed tears because of the partings we have to make in life? Will we shed tears because of our youth that will eventually pass away, and our will eventually grow old? Weeping over the years?

4. The golden years are full of flowers, but youth is gone and you can’t help it.

5. After seeing all the prosperity, the flowers fly and the leaves fall with the soil. The sky is full of cherry blossoms, but they cannot cover up the mottled passage of time. The small bridge is still the same small bridge. The flowing water is still flowing water, but Yi is now a woman and a husband.

6. The ground is covered with fallen leaves. It turns out that what is desolate is life. Things have changed and people have changed. What is desolate is feelings. It is a memorial to the lost youth and love. Youth can only be used as a memorial, not as a memory, because the memories of the past and yesterday are buried silently! Poems to describe the passing of the face

This year's laughter will return to the next

The evening has passed and the morning has not changed.

Gray hair is born in a foreign land

See you in the old country How does Qingshan describe the passing years

Things change and people change

no one can call back yesterday Poems describing the years

Ten years of life and death are boundless. ——Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao"

Last year on this day, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. ——Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"

The grass grows in the original land, and it withers and grows every year. ——Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland"

The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. ——Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri"

It's cold food in the Ming Dynasty, and it's spring again. ——Gu Taiqing's "Linjiang Fairy·Planting Begonias on the Day Before the Qingming Festival"

Feeling sad and lonely, I asked the vast land, who is in charge of the ups and downs? I brought a hundred couples with me to travel and recall the glorious past. —— *** "Qinyuanchun·Changsha"

After ten years of sharpening a sword, I have never tried the frost blade. ——Jia Dao's "Swordsman"

Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, each leading the army for hundreds of years. ——Zhao Yi's "Five Poems·Part 2"

Hai Ri is born in the remaining night, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. ——Wang Wan, "Under the Cibeigu Mountain"

I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes, and I advise you to cherish your youth. —— Du Qiuniang's "Golden Threaded Clothes"

A new song with a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. ——Yan Shu's "Huanxisha·A New Song and a Glass of Wine"

The brocade harp has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and column reflects the past. ——Li Shangyin's "Jin Se" An ancient poem describing the years

Ten years of life and death are boundless. ——Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao"

Last year on this day, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. ——Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"

The grass grows in the original land, and it withers and grows every year. ——Bai Juyi's "Farewell to Fude Ancient Grass"

The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. ——Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri"

It's cold food in the Ming Dynasty, and it's spring again. ——Gu Taiqing's "Linjiang Fairy·Planting Begonias on the Day Before the Qingming Festival"

Feeling sad and lonely, I asked the vast land, who is responsible for the ups and downs? I brought a hundred couples with me to travel and recall the glorious past. —— *** "Qinyuanchun·Changsha" A poem describing a woman's years

How can I support my body in my old age? There are still no guests in front of the lamp.

In a lifetime of troubles, there is only one dream that may or may not come true.

Short hair and worry will make it white, and the beauty will be red with wine.

I sing and dance, but I am almost the same.

After ten years of life and various experiences, Prime Minister Bai sheds tears every time.

The beauty is cut off before she gets old, and she relies on the smoked cage alone until dawn.

The beauty has passed away in the dusk, but her beauty was once beautiful.

Poems describing the autumn years

Keep every moment of autumn like a passionate flame oozing gently in your heart. Forget every frustrated story. Hold tightly in the starlight and keep every day. The blue sky is like an endless dream in your heart. A gentle kiss in the memory, forgetting the distant and painful years, getting closer to you, carrying the memory of the flowers, flying with you into the distance, ignoring the worldly love network, looking at the stars in the evening sky, listening to the sound of the sea lapping the shore. Stay. Live every star in the heart of the endless dark night and gently kiss each bright year. Walking closer to you in the autumn rain - the tall buildings are full of dusk, and the sycamore leaves are rustling with rain. Autumn night - I can't find the sound of autumn when I sleep. Here, the steps are full of phoenix leaves and the sun shines brightly. The sound of autumn - I haven't realized the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the phoenix leaves in front of the steps have already sounded the sound of autumn. The autumn leaves - the wind blows the bamboos in the deep night, and the sound of thousands of leaves is all hate. The color of autumn - the rain damages the new urn The moss is green, and the leaves in the forest are red when autumn enters. Autumn moon - the moonlight soaks the water and the sky, and the sky is empty and bright. Autumn chrysanthemums - I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than blow down in the north wind. Autumn thoughts - there is no news about the old friend thousands of miles away. , I asked Duanhong at the head of the river. Autumn sorrow - I am always free, and I write about my sorrow every night with a solitary lamp. Autumn excitement - the west wind blows leaves all over the lake, and I am so excited to change into autumn clothes for the first time. Autumn embrace - going out It is inevitable to sigh at the fleeting time, and see the leaves flying by the lake again. Autumn dream - the first time of clear dream. It is late autumn night, and a lamp is broken in front of the bed. Autumn memory - the anvil and pestle beat the moon in the deep lane, and the sycamores shake down in the autumn of my hometown. Autumn enlightenment - - Everyone explains the sad things about autumn, but it is not like the poet who knows it thoroughly. The taste of autumn - crickets alone know that autumn is early, and banana trees make a lot of rain. Ancient poems and famous lines about autumn. The autumn wind curls up, and the wooden leaves in the Dongting ripple. Xia Niao: describes the breeze blowing. Dongting: Dongting Lake, in the northern part of today's Hunan Province. Wave: microwave ripples. Wooden leaves: withered yellow leaves. Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs·Mrs. Xiang" of the Warring States Period is sad. Autumn is also full of energy! Desolate. The grass and trees are falling and decaying. If you are on a long journey, you will feel lonely and desolate when you climb the mountain. It will look lonely and depressing. Chu·Song Yu's "Nine Bian" The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, and the grass and trees fall yellow. The wild geese return to the Han Dynasty·Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Ci" The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, the grass and trees shake and fall, and the dew turns to frost. The Three Kingdoms Wei·Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing" Palm Courtyard There are many fallen leaves, and I am grateful to know that the autumn palm garden: Palm Lane Courtyard. Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty "Repaying Liu Chaisang" Far and wide on the new autumn evening, the pavilion and the moon will be round: describing the long night. Pavilion: the distant view. Jin Dynasty Tao Yuanming "Wu Shen Sui Liu" "Fire in the Mid-Moon" The hibiscus dew is falling, and the willows are sparse in the moon. The hibiscus: lotus. Southern Qi·Xiao Cui's "Autumn Thoughts" The cold city is overlooked, and the plain Chu is clear. The cold city: the cold has invaded the city gate. Overlooking: far away. Flat. Chu: plain field. Cangran: the appearance of lush vegetation. Two sentences describe the scenery of early autumn. Xie Tiao of the Southern Dynasties "Xuancheng County Climbing the View" Tinggao Under the leaves of the trees, the autumn clouds fly in Longshou Tinggao: the flat land beside the water. Konoha: leaves. Longshou: the name of the mountain, between today's Shaanxi and Gansu. Liang Liuhun's "Poetry of Punching Clothes" in the Southern Dynasties The grass is low in Jincheng, the fog is low in Jincheng, and the wind is low in Yumen under the wood. The grass is withered. Under the wood: the leaves are falling. Jincheng: The name of the ancient county, between Yuzhong, Gansu and Xining, Qinghai. Yumen: Yumen Pass, west of Dunhuang, Gansu. Two sentences describe the cold autumn scenery in the northwest. "Farewell Poems" by Liang Fan Yun of the Southern Dynasties The sound of autumn trees, the sound of autumn in the cold mountains : The westerly wind blows in autumn, the grass and trees are falling, and there are many sounds of killing. Yu Xin of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, "The Epitaph of Lu Gu's Lady of Zhou Qiao Kingdom" was in the ninth month of the Wei Dynasty, and the preface belongs to the third autumn Wei: auxiliary words, meaningless. Preface: Season. Tang· Wang Bo's "Preface to the Farewell to the King's Pavilion of Climbing Hong Mansion in Autumn" The setting clouds and the solitary birds fly together, the autumn water lasts for a long time. The sky is the same color: the name of the bird is wild duck. Flying together: the setting clouds fall from the sky, and the lonely birds fly from below. Above, high and below fly together. One color: the autumn water is green and reaches the sky, and the sky is blue and reflects the water, forming one color. Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty, "A Farewell Preface to the Knee King Pavilion of Hongfu in Autumn" The trees are all in autumn colors, and the only sunset on the mountains is the sunset. Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty "Wild Hope" The scenery of the hanging forest is unique, and the autumn is like Luoyang. Spring and Tang · Song Zhiwen "Shi'an Autumn Day" The cold mountains turn green, the autumn water is gurgling: the sound of running water. Tang Dynasty Wang Wei "Wangchuan Leisure Residence Presented to Pei Xiucaidi" Jingxi The two sentences "White rocks come out, the weather is cold and red leaves are sparse" describe the scenery of late autumn: the stream drops, the white rocks are exposed, the red leaves fall, and there are not many left. Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty "Two Que Titles·In the Mountains" The sound of autumn is thousands of bamboos, and the cold color is Wuling pines. ·Li Qi's "Looking at Qinchuan" The autumn leaves of the Jinjing sycamore are yellow, and the bead curtains are not rolled up, and the frost comes at night. Tang · Wang Changling's "Five Autumn Poems of Changxin": "The autumn leaves of the Jinjing sycamore are yellow, and the bead curtains are not rolled up, and the frost comes at night. The jade pillow is smoked and caged Colorless, I lie down and listen to the clear water in the Nangong." The white moon is reflected in the cold pool, and the moss on the autumn rain is Tang·Liu Changqing's "Visiting Zen Master Xiu Shuangfeng Temple" The trees are falling and the wild geese are crossing south, and it is cold on the Beifeng River Tang·Meng Haoran's "Wood on the Early Cold River" Autumn colors are not far or near. When you go out, you will be in the cold mountains. Tang · Li Bai "Gift to the Sihu of Lu" The rain is cold in autumn, and the wind is clear and the river is refreshing. Tang · Li Bai "Reward Pei Shiyu for seeing the rain when he feels the rain" The wind blows thousands of miles and sends autumn geese. In this regard You can enjoy the high-rise building to the fullest: drink as much as you want. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Xuanzhou Xietiao Tower Farewell School Secretary Shu Yun", the people are in the cold orange pomelo, the autumn color of the old sycamore is in the crowd: the smoke from other people's cooking. The cold orange pomelo: the cold smoke in autumn makes the orange sleeves also with Chilly. Two sentences describe the wisps of smoke from people's kitchens. The oranges and pomeloes are dark green, and the sycamores are slightly yellow, showing a late autumn scene. Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Autumn Climbing Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng" High birds and yellow clouds, chilly cicadas and green trees in Autumn Tang Dynasty Du Fu "In the late autumn of Changsha, Cai Wushi held a banquet to send Yin Liu to join the army and return to Fengzhou to visit the province." The fishermen in Xinsu were still common, and the swallows in Qingqiu flew to Xinsu: they stayed for two nights in a row. Therefore: still. "Eight Poems of Autumn Xing" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty At the mouth of Zhaitang Gorge, at the head of the Qujiang River, thousands of miles of wind and smoke meet the plains of autumn. Du Fu's "Eight Poems on the Rise of Autumn." The autumn sand on the far bank is white, and the mountains are shining red in the evening. Tang Dynasty. Du Fu's "Five Poems on the Autumn Fields." Autumn is approaching in the sky, and the moon is reflected in the world. "Qing Tang Dynasty" by Du Fu "Moon" The high autumn wind roared in August and rolled up the three-layered thatch on my house. Du Fu's "The Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" The long wind blows the white thatch, and the wild fire burns the withered mulberry and white thatch; thatch. Describes the scene of the wilderness in late autumn: The strong wind blows across the field. Thatch, wild fire burned withered mulberry trees. Tang Dynasty Cen Shen's "The Master of Kuang City in Daliang"