Life is like dust, lasting forever.

Short song line Cao Cao

Calling for Song one after another, how many days do we have? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan.

Cherish time and anonymity

Flowers bloom and fall, and life grows old.

Jiang Libai

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .

Two Du Fu Poems in Qujiang

Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old.

Bai Juyi, who likes friends to stay overnight.

Life smiles, how many times in a hundred years?

Yong Huai Bai Juyi

Within a hundred years of life, the speed is as fast as a gap.

Weeping yin Wei

Life can be geometric, after all, it is intangible.

Qingming gaozhu

As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.

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When singing is silent on wine, life is limited and infinite.

Cai Sangzi Chongyang Mao Zedong

Life is easy to get old, but it is hard to get old.

[Sailing at night] When you are 100 years old, you dream of a butterfly, and you can look back. Today, spring has come, the flowers of the Ming Dynasty have withered, and the midnight light is urgently punished.

[Wind pine] The sun is red and the west is oblique, and the disease is downhill. Clear the mirror and add snow at dawn, and go to bed to say goodbye to shoes. Don't laugh at bird's nest, you always play dumb in the gourd.

2. What's wrong with lamenting that life is short and people are small? 1. Time will only make people grow old, but they don't believe in family, and they hate not being away from the pavilion for a long time, and tears are easy to wake up.

Picking mulberry seeds, time only helps the elderly, written by Yan Shu in Song Dynasty.

Time will only make people old, don't believe in sentimentality, leave the pavilion for a long time, and tears will wake up easily.

Last night in Wu Tong, the west wind was sharp, and the moon was hazy and bright, while in MUBI. Where are the tall buildings screaming?

Explanation:

People have to go through this period of time in the world from birth to death. But the years are long, and life is easy to get old. Time is like this. It only knows how to make people old and doesn't believe that there are sentimental people in the world. I often feel sad after I leave the roadside pavilion. After leaving, every time I drink (me), I am wet with tears because of missing.

Last night, the west wind was urgent, and it blew all night in the deep courtyard of the phoenix tree in the cold autumn. I woke people up from my dreams several times and only saw the moonlight outside the window, hazy, faint and faint. In my tall building, suddenly there came a wild goose cry from nowhere (which added to the desolation and loneliness of waking up at night).

2, the world flows with water, which is a dream.

Wu Ye Tune Last Night's Storm by Li Yu in the Five Dynasties.

It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage is a broken pillow, so you can't sit still.

The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable. (One Dream, One Work: In a Dream)

Explanation:

It was stormy last night, and the curtains covering the windows were rustled by the autumn wind. There is not much candle burning, the water in the pot has leaked out, and I can't sleep by leaning on the pillow again and again. Lying down and sitting up can't keep your head steady.

Things in the world, like flowing water that has gone to the East, are gone forever. Thinking about my life is like a big dream. Only when you are drunk can you relieve depression, and other methods do not work.

3, this life does not meet the bright night, where to see the bright moon next year.

From Su Shi's Yangguanqu Mid-Autumn Moon Song

The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

Explanation:

As night falls, the clouds are exhausted, the human world is full of cold, the milky way is silent, and the bright moon is idling, as white as a jade plate. Every Mid-Autumn Festival night in my life, the moonlight is mostly covered by clouds, and I rarely encounter such beautiful scenery as today. It is really hard to get! But where shall I go to enjoy the moon next Mid-Autumn Festival?

I have always been young and limited. Waiting to leave is easy to be ecstatic. Don't speak frequently at banquets and songs.

Since Yan Shu in Song Dynasty, Huanxisha has always been a finite body.

I have always been very young and limited, and I am easily fascinated when I am ready to leave, so I will not quit frequently when I drink and sing.

It is better to pity the people in front of you than to miss the mountains and rivers.

Explanation:

People's life will end in a limited time, and ordinary parting will make people feel sad. Don't put off the booze just because you often leave. In your limited life, you should sing to wine and drink to your heart's content. When I arrived, I looked at the vast rivers and mountains and suddenly missed my relatives and friends far away. When the wind and rain blow down the flowers, I find that spring is fleeting and I can't help but feel sad for it. It's better to cherish the people in front of you at the party.

5, three thousands of feet sorrow, fifty years of spring dream.

From "Die Gui Ling, hanger-on Window" by Qiao Ji in Yuan Dynasty.

The ups and downs of pear blossoms, narrow curtains and clever small screens. In front of the emotional lamp, on the guest pillow, I am worried about the world. My sorrow is as long as the old man's white hair. Fifty years have passed, just like a one-night dream of spring. When you meet someone else, the willow branches share the smoke and help the eaves.

Explanation:

Narrow windows and small screens expand the space of one side's vision. How many storms have been experienced outside the window, but the pear blossoms are still so dazzling. I don't need the gloomy mood in front of the lobbyist's lamp, and I don't need the sadness of living alone. My thoughts always fly far away.

Too much sorrow makes San thousands of feet's white hair hang down his shoulders, and no matter how long it is prosperous, it is just a dream of spring. Suddenly, I found wisps of light smoke floating from residents' homes, rising from both sides of willow trees and gradually climbing up the towering eaves.

3. Poems in which the ancients lamented that time was short and life was short. 1. Niannujiao Chibi misses Su Shi, and the song river does not return, and it is a romantic figure through the ages.

To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.

The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once. Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.

A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.

Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river. River of no return, wash out those romantic figures through the ages.

Heroes of the ages. On the west side of Laoying, people say that Zhou Yu of the Three Kingdoms broke the Red Cliff in Cao Jun.

Steep stone walls soar into the sky, and thunderous waves beat against the river bank, and the waves aroused seem to have rolled up thousands of accumulated snow. The majestic mountains and rivers are picturesque, and how many heroes have emerged at one time.

Looking back at Zhou Yu's spring breeze, Qiao, a peerless beauty, just married him, full of heroic spirit. Hand-waving feather fan and wearing nylon scarf, chatting calmly and smartly, 800,000 Cao Jun is like ashes.

Today, I wandered in the battlefield of that year, laughing at my sentimentality and premature delivery of white hair. Life is like a dream. Let's drink to the eternal moon.

Second, you will enter the wine, Li See Bai Tangjun, and how the water of the Yellow River will move out of heaven and enter the ocean, never to return. Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night.

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly.

Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me. What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.

Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners

Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.

Didn't you see that the water of the Yellow River fell from the sky and the waves rolled straight to the East China Sea and never came back? Can't you see that your elderly parents are sighing in the mirror about their aging white hair? When they were young, their hair was all white.

When you are proud of your life, you should indulge in joy and don't let this golden cup be empty for the bright moon. Everyone's birth must have its own value and significance. With a stroke of a pen, gold can still be recovered.

Let's have fun cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle. It's not too much to drink three hundred cups at a time! Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, drink quickly. Raise your glass and don't stop. Let me sing a song for you. Please listen to me carefully: What is the value of the luxurious life of eating delicacies all day? I just want to stay drunk.

Since ancient times, sages have been lonely and lonely, and only those who can drink can leave a good reputation. Do you know the optimistic story of Cao Zhi's banquet in Wang Chen? You also drank heavily when you were fighting for wine, which made the host and guest have a good time.

Master, why do you say I don't have much money? Just buy wine and we'll drink it together. Those precious beautiful horses and expensive thousand gold foxes and furs, please change all the waiters into wine, let's eliminate this endless sorrow together! Third, write "Huaige" and rush to the crown in anger, leaning against the bar and resting in the rain.

Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.

Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy. Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing.

When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain.

Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.

I was so angry that my hair stood on end. I raised my hat and leaned against the railing. The rain has just stopped in Mao Mao. Looking up and looking around, I saw a vast land, sighing and sighing, and my heart was full of patriotism. Although some fame has been established for more than 30 years, it is as insignificant as dust. The north and south fought for 8 thousand miles and experienced many storms.

Don't waste your time, your hair is all white, and only one person regrets it. Jing Kangnian's great shame has not been cleared.

When will the resentment of officials disappear? I will drive a chariot to attack Helan Mountain, and even Helan Mountain will be razed to the ground.

I am full of ambition. I eat the enemy's meat when I am hungry, and I drink the enemy's blood when I am thirsty. I want to start all over again, recover the old rivers and mountains, and worship the old capital Jingque.

Four, Linjiang Xian, rolling the Yangtze River to the east, Yang rolling the Yangtze River to the east, and the waves scouring the heroes. Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time.

Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time.

I met an old friend and had a drink. How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation.

The Yangtze River flows eastward and never looks back. Many heroes disappear like flying waves. What is right and wrong, success and failure, are short-lived and not long-lasting.

Only the green hills still exist and the sun still rises and sets. White-haired fishermen on the river have long been used to the changes of the four seasons.

It's rare to meet friends and have a good drink. Disturbances throughout the ages have become the material for drinking and chatting.

Five, Jin Se Li Shang Yin Tang I wonder why my Jin Se has fifty strings, and each string has a flower-like interval youth. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.

There are twenty-five strings in Thuben, but this poem was written after Li Shangyin's wife died, so fifty strings have the meaning of broken strings, but even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time. Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom.

Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu. The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls.

Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke. Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories.

At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.

4. Poems in "Red Cliff Fu" lamented the shortness of life, lamented the shortness of my life, and envied the infinity of the Yangtze River.

It means: sigh that our life is only a short moment, but we can't help but envy the endless Yangtze River.

"Red Cliff Fu" is a fu created by Su Shi, a writer in the Northern Song Dynasty. Select original text:

Fang Qi broke Jingzhou and went down to Jiangling, downstream to the east. He was thousands of miles long, wearing a flag, drinking wine and singing poems across the river, and became a hero in the world. Now, where is he?

In fact, my son and I are fishing on the river, and we are friends with fish, shrimp and elk. We love each other. It's a drop in the ocean to send a mayfly into the earth. Mourn a moment in my life and admire the infinity of the Yangtze River. Fly with the flying fairy, hold the bright moon, and grow up. I couldn't understand it at the moment, but I heard about it in Hengtai.

Translation:

At the beginning, Jingzhou was captured, Jiangling was captured, and it went down the Yangtze River. His warships are connected end to end, stretching for thousands of miles, with flags covering the sky. Facing the great river, he poured wine and recited poems with a spear. He used to be a contemporary hero, but where is he now?

Besides, you and I are fishing and chopping wood in a small continent in the middle of the river, with fish and shrimp as partners and elk as friends. We are driving this boat on the river, raising cups and toasting each other, just like a mayfly in the vast world, as small as a millet in the sea.

Alas, sighing that our life is only a short moment, we can't help but envy the endless Yangtze River. I want to travel around the world hand in hand with the gods and embrace the bright moon forever. Knowing that these can't be realized after all, I have to turn my regret into a flute and entrust it to the sad autumn wind.

Extended data

Creative background:

Fu on the Red Wall was written during Su Shi's relegation to Huangzhou (now Huanggang, Hubei) due to Wutai Poetry Case. In the fifth year of Yuanfeng, Su Shi visited Chibi twice in July 16 and 10/5, and wrote two poems about Chibi. Later generations called the first poem "Red Cliff Fu" and the second poem "Back Red Cliff Fu".

Main idea of the article:

This poem describes what the author and his friends saw and felt when they went boating in Chibi on a moonlit night. Taking the author's subjective feelings as a clue, he expressed a nihilistic thought and a negative outlook on life in the form of a question and answer between the subject and the object, which is one aspect of Su Shi's thought revealed by the guest. At the same time, it reflects the author's ease of boating on a moonlit night, to the sadness of recalling the past and hurting the present, and then to the philosophy of spiritual liberation.

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5. The poem lamenting life is 1. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber. -"Five Poems of Li Si" Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: I have seen the sea before, and other water can no longer enter my eyes and cannot be compared with the sea.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -"Jinse" Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: These feelings can still be recalled today, but they made people feel melancholy and confused at that time.

I turn my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch. -Brilliant Pipa Story in Yuan Dynasty

Interpretation: I am good to you, but you are indifferent and ungrateful. My sincere efforts have not been rewarded and respected.

4, when singing to wine, what is the geometry of life? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan. -"Short Songs" Cao Cao Wei Jin

Interpretation: In the face of wine, you have to sing, and life is short. Like dew in the morning, bearing too many past days!

5, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. -"Jiang, the 20th day of the first month dream" Sue

Interpretation: The two died for a lifetime and were isolated for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. Expressed the poet's deep yearning for the dead.

6. A sentence lamenting the short and beautiful life 1. Maturity is not the aging of people's hearts, but the fact that tears can still laugh.

If you shed tears, my heart will be wet first.

Some people can't say anything good, but no one can replace them!

4. Choose the lightest troubles and interpret the bumpy life.

If your heart beats, your tears will flow a thousand times.

6. The most urgent thing is the most beautiful scenery; What hurts the most is always the truest feelings.

7. Your eyes are the sea I will never see again.

8. The past page, if you can't turn it, don't turn it. If you turn over the dust, you will lose your eyes.

9. People have no tears when they are most sad and afraid. Tears always flow at the end of the story, at the end of everything!

10. People can live happily, but we choose complexity, sigh!

1 1. Hate can provoke disputes, and love can cover up all faults.

7. Perceptions and famous sayings about the short life One night, a man was walking in the forest and met a Mayfly (an insect with only one day to live) who was crying sadly. The man asked Mayfly, "Why are you crying here?" Mayfly said, "My wife died at noon today, so I am crying here!" " "The man said," it's dusk now, and you will die soon. Why are you crying? "

Hearing this, the ephemera cried even more sadly.

The man couldn't help laughing. Mayflies die at night. What's the difference between dying at noon and dying at dusk? Why are you crying?

So he left.

When he walked far away, he realized that, from the human point of view, although the life of ephemera is so short, there is not much difference between noon and dusk; But in the eyes of the Mayfly, noon to dusk is the second half of its life, and the second half is as long as the second half of human life! Therefore, he kindly went back to see the ephemera that had died under the dusk tree. Mayflies spend the rest of their lives mourning for their beloved wife, which deeply touched men and buried them with their own hands.