1. If time could go back, I could not forget that autumn dusk.
The autumn wind blows, with a slight chill, and the yellow leaves are helplessly fluttering in the wind. Looking at all of this, I could only cry silently. All of this was caused by my own hands.
We used to be very close. We grew up together and went to school together until that day - the eve of the high school entrance examination. Remember when you asked me? We walked side by side on the road and imagined the future.
Maybe we have been together for a long time, and our interests have been assimilated. You and I coincidentally agree, and we vow to enter the "vocational high school" together. At that time, we were still looking forward to the future, the same future for you and me.
However, unable to withstand the earnest persuasion of my parents and the repeated warnings of my teachers, I subconsciously began to despise people in "vocational schools". The time finally came to fill in the application form, but I still didn’t tell you that I had changed my mind. I filled it out silently and went home alone.
When you asked me again, I said to you without thinking: "Everything will go according to plan." You, a kind-hearted person, were deceived by me, but you still knew nothing and still fantasized about you. The beauty of my future... The days passed by, and when you came to me excitedly holding your notice, what you saw was my admission notice from the city high school. Your face was gloomy and you didn't say anything. Gone.
Just like this, you and I go our separate ways. That autumn I finally plucked up the courage to look for you, but I had no choice but to return in despair.
I was speechless, standing helpless in the wind with the falling leaves. This originally sad season makes me even more sad.
Helpless, helpless——Today, you and I walked into the sacred college entrance examination room, and I don’t know how to repent. I have no reason not to write about this mistake that I will never forget.
As a result, I not only lost a good friend, but more importantly, I actually forgot my principle of life-integrity! When I recall the past again and again, I can't erase your presence; when I wake up in the middle of the night, I can't help but blame myself for my ignorance; when I see you from a distance, I don't have the courage to step forward. Say hello to you. Maybe you can't understand me, and even I can't understand myself.
I have accumulated too much repentance in my heart. If I express it like this, you may not know it at all, but I sincerely hope you can forgive me. While you condemned me, you also made me understand the importance of integrity.
If I could turn back time, I would like to go back to the past and start everything over again. 2. Poetry: If time could go back,
If time could go back,
I would start over as a child.
Whether it’s playing the piano or painting,
I can’t get enough of it.
If I could turn back time,
I would like to make friends with every classmate.
Innocent friendship,
I can’t get enough of it in my life.
If I could turn back time,
I would like to listen to my father’s roar again.
My parents hate that iron cannot be made into steel.
He guided me on where to go.
If time could go back,
There would be no Eastern Zhou and Western Zhou in history.
If you hope that the past will come back,
you will lose everything.
If time could go back,
Why should I look back again and again?
Time is gone forever,
A river of spring water flows eastward! 3. Asking for a poem: If time could go back, I would write it myself
If time could go back (original)
If time could go back,
I would like to start from Children start over.
Whether it’s playing the piano or painting,
I can’t learn enough of them.
If I could turn back time,
I would like to make friends with every classmate.
Innocent friendship,
I can’t get enough of it in my life.
If I could turn back time,
I would like to listen to my father’s roar again.
My parents hate that iron cannot be made into steel.
He guided me on where to go.
If time could go back,
There would be no Eastern Zhou and Western Zhou in history.
If you hope that the past will come back,
you will lose everything.
If time could go back,
Why should I look back again and again?
Time is gone forever,
A river of spring water flows eastward!
Is it okay to improvise? 4. Poems describing time like water that never flows back
Source: Author: Su Shi; "Qian Chibi Fu": "Those who have passed away are like this, but they have not yet passed; those who are full and empty are like that, but their deaths are not waxing and waning." "
Source: Author: Liu Chenweng, [1]: "Leave it alone, the dead will be like this, and they will decline for a long time."
Time, it depends on it. Missing, intangible, yet ruthlessly and hurriedly passing around people. In ancient poetry, especially in Tang and Song poetry, "water" is usually written about time or sorrow. For example: "The Master said on the river, the dead are like this." Li Bai "The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and it rushes to the sea and never returns." Wang Zhihuan "The sun ends behind the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea" and so on, all with the help of rushing water The endless water of rivers and seas expresses a kind of anxiety facing the passage of time. Time already exists, and everyone lives in time. It’s just that many people often forget the existence of time. That’s why people feel incredible about the passage of time. That’s why there are questions such as “When will the rivers reach the sea from the east?” Return to the West" is a poem that laments the passage of time.
There are many poems about the passage of time at home and abroad:
Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sha":
A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather Old pavilion. When does the sun set?
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone.
Xuanzhou Xiejilou Farewell School Secretary Shuyun (Li Bai)
Anyone who abandons me cannot stay as of yesterday.
Those who disturb my mind will have many worries today!
The long winds send autumn geese away for thousands of miles, and you can enjoy this in high spirits.
The Penglai article is built with bones in mind, with small Xie in the middle and clear hair.
We are all full of joy and hope, and want to go up to the blue sky to see the bright moon.
Cutting off the water with a knife will make it flow even more, and raising a cup will make the sorrow go away.
If life is not satisfactory, the Ming Dynasty will be ruined.
Yeshan (Li Shangyin)
There is always a long rope tied to the sun,
When the water disappears and the clouds return, I can't bear to regret it.
If you want to buy the sea from Magu,
A cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.
Linjiang Immortal Yang Shen
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 are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. Happy reunion over a pot of wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter.
Li Yu's poem "Crying in the Night":
The forest flowers have withered the spring red. Too hasty. Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Rouge tears. Leave people drunk. When will it be heavy? Naturally, life grows and hates water.
Wang Bo Volume 55_12 "The Pavilion of Prince Teng"
The high pavilion of Prince Teng is located near Jiangzhu.
The jade-wearing Luan is singing and dancing.
The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds,
The bead curtain rolls up to the west mountain rain at dusk.
The shadows of the leisurely cloud pool are long and leisurely,
Things have changed and the stars have moved several autumns.
Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now?
Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows empty.
The prime years never come again, and it is difficult to get back to the morning every day. It is timely to encourage yourself, and time waits for no one. ——Tao Qian
If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River will come down from the sky and rush 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. ——Li Bai
Heaven and earth are the connecting journey of all things; time is the passer-by of all generations. ——Li Bai
“Life is like a fleeting moment, just suddenly.” —— Zhuangzi
Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year. ——Liu Xiyi
Time is like an arrow urging people to grow old, and the sun and the moon are like moving past young people. ——Gao Ming
The deceased is like a man who never gives up day and night. ——Confucius
Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows, I live to wait for tomorrow, everything will be wasted. If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will pass and autumn will come, and old age will come. In the morning, you can see the water flowing eastward, and in the evening, you can see the sun setting in the west. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years? Please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia's "Song of Tomorrow")
The Yellow River flows through the eastern sea, and the white sun sets over the western sea. The passing river and the flowing light are erratic and indifferent to each other. ——Li Bai
Flowers bloom again, and no one is young anymore. ——Guan Hanqing
When you wash your hands, the days pass by the water box; when you eat, the days pass by the rice bowl. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he will stride over my body and past my feet in his agile way. Fly away. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, another day has slipped away. I hid my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new days began to flash through the sigh again. ——Zhu Ziqing
Time is gone forever, and it is difficult to give up your career.
——Browning
The longest thing is time, because it is always endless, and the shortest thing is time, because all our plans are too late to be completed.
——Voltaire