Poems about the changes of time (beautiful poems about the changes of time) 1. Beautiful poems about the changes of time.
1. In this autumn, the eyebrows of years, the wind of memories, and the remaining thoughts are flooding.
2. Holding the hand of love in a cup of tea, the years that depend on each other and know each other in those words have already been marked by time, warming the most beautiful scenery in life.
3. I cherish the feelings of a bunch of years in my heart, savoring the Zen of every life.
However, despite the sadness, the autumn wind still comes as scheduled, and the leaves are still invincible to the change of seasons and the loss of years.
5. Sadness flows, but it can't hide the mottled years. It is difficult to open the blue and white dream. The lost elegance returns to the past, and those dreams are stranded on the other side of the fleeting time.
6. Singing the annual rings of the years, life is like a dream, and the joys and sorrows in the old story are interpreted. How many memories are destroyed and how many times pass.
7. The years don't last, the seasons flow, the mottled years fly with the world of mortals, the thoughts that are constantly cut are full of parting, and the fragrance of the years still remains.
8. Thousands of flowers bloom, sighing that time flies, water is unintentional, flowers drift with the tide, years are at a loss, sighing that time has disappeared without a trace.
9. Wei Yun's lonely moon, look, the flowers are heartbroken, listen, and the years are seamless.
10. The past is like smoke, and the years are traceless. How many memories are worth combing, how much time is worth pursuing, but I don't know how many times I dream of peach blossom.
1 1. Looking back suddenly, the years are scattered on the face of the season, mottled with memories, old and young.
12. Time flies, the years are inexplicable, and the lamentation is euphemistic. I am willing to wait with my life memory until the years are serious.
13. I really hope that time is a tree without rings and will not grow old in the change of seasons.
14. The memory of the years is like a small drop of water splashing on the dull notes of the years, dyeing mottled flowers.
15. The years that pass by in a hurry are like simple and beautiful Lu. Flowers and leaves that have withered are nutrients that nourish our hearts.
16. There is a sincere heart in that gentle eyes. The lonely story in the wooden door has not been dusty by the yellowing years.
17. Read the goodness in the world, the ever-flowing water, the vicissitudes and tastes of the years, and the deep affection in your eyes.
18. Time flies, time flies. Only the lotus in the pond is pure and fragrant, and the flowers in the dust, she clearly shows her elegant demeanor for you, brushing away the secular life.
19. Missing in time is the warmth of love in the years. Turn over a clear text, smile, and have the sound of running water in your heart.
Looking at the handwriting of the past year, we will go back to the years when we loved each other and grow old side by side.
2 1. The belief that we have walked together for a long time is the stability of the world. This affectionate hand-held fireworks will not live up to time.
22. A person has to go through many roads in his life to see all the scenery in the world, to fade away in the years and to position himself appropriately.
2. Beautiful poems that have changed over the years.
1. In this autumn, the eyebrows of years, the wind of memories, and the remaining thoughts are flooding.
2. Holding the hand of love in a cup of tea, the years that depend on each other and know each other in those words have already been marked by time, warming the most beautiful scenery in life. 3. I cherish the feelings of a bunch of years in my heart, savoring the Zen of every life.
However, despite the sadness, the autumn wind still comes as scheduled, and the leaves are still invincible to the change of seasons and the loss of years. 5. Sadness flows, but it can't hide the mottled years. Blue and white dreams are hard to open, and the lost elegance returns to the past. Those dreams are stranded on the other side of the fleeting time. 6. Singing the annual rings of the years, life is like a dream, and the joys and sorrows in the old story are interpreted. How many memories are destroyed and how many times pass.
7. The years are not alive, the four seasons are flowing, the mottled years are flying with the world of mortals, and the thoughts that are constantly cut are full of parting, quietly observing the fragrance of the years. 8. Flowers are like flowers, sighing for the fleeting time, playing with water, water is unintentional, flowers follow the current, years are at a loss, sighing that time has gone without a trace. 9. Wei Yun is lonely. Look, the flowers' hearts are broken. Listen, the years have passed. 10. The past is like smoke, and the years are traceless. How many memories are worth combing, how much time is worth pursuing, but I don't know how many times I dream of peach blossom.
1 1. Looking back suddenly, the years are scattered on the face of the season, mottled with memories, old and young. 12. Time flies, the years are inexplicable, and the lamentation is euphemistic. I am willing to wait with my life memory until the years are serious.
13. I really hope that time is a tree without rings and will not grow old in the change of seasons. 14. The memory of the years is like a small drop of water splashing on the dull notes of the years, dyeing mottled flowers.
15. The years that pass by in a hurry are like simple and beautiful Lu. Flowers and leaves that have withered are nutrients that nourish our hearts. 16. There is a sincere heart in that gentle eyes.
The lonely story in the wooden door has not been dusty by the yellowing years. 17. Read the goodness in the world, the ever-flowing water, the vicissitudes and tastes of the years, and the deep affection in your eyes.
18. Time flies, time flies. Only the lotus in the pond is pure and fragrant, and the flowers in the dust, she clearly shows her elegant demeanor for you, brushing away the secular life. 19. Missing in time is the warmth of love in the years.
Turn over a clear text, smile, and have the sound of running water in your heart. Looking at the handwriting of the past year, we will go back to the years when we loved each other and grow old side by side.
2 1. The belief that we have walked together for a long time is the stability of the world. This affectionate hand-held fireworks will not live up to time. 22. A person has to go through many roads in his life to see all the scenery in the world, to fade away in the years and to position himself appropriately.
3. Poetry that expresses the alternation of years
The Book of Songs in July
Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September. On the first day, Li Lie was born the next day; No clothes, no brown, why did you die? On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe. With my daughter-in-law, we are very happy to see each other in the south.
Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September. In spring, the sun shines and Amin is in the sky. The woman followed with a basket, begging for soft mulberry. Spring came and Qi Qi was adopted. Sad: Almost like a son?
Fire is full in July and reeds are full in August. Silkworm, moon, mulberry, take axe fork, cut far and wide, as the mother mulberry. I sing in July, I perform in August, and I carry Xuan and Huang. I am Zhu Kongyang, and I am a son.
Beautiful in April, singing in May. Harvest in August and crush in October. A day to raccoon, fox, for the child. The next day, they were still the same, carrying martial arts and saying private words for the public.
In May, geese move, and in June, pheasants vibrate. July in the wild, August in the spare time, September in the house, October cricket, got into my bed. The dome suffocated the mice and stuffed them into the door. Hey, my wife, she said she wanted to change her age and entered this room.
June will be depressing and stinging, July will be Hengkui and glutinous rice, and August will be peeled. Called "He Qian", he began to sow hundreds of grains, offered lambs to sacrifice leeks, and adopted Qi Qi.
The next day, Bingchong, how did you die, and so did I.
Harvest crops in April, reeds in August, fleas in April and Lingyin in March. One day in the dog, said to change a year. Eat melons in July, wash the floor in October, sing songs in May and dress my son.
Fire in July, entering the palace to perform kung fu, born in August, born in July. The sun shines in spring, and the toes are raised on the fourth day.
The nursery will be built in September. This is spring wine. A woman's heart is sad. Oh, my wife, in June, the pheasant fluttered its feathers and the night was full of sorrow. The woman with the basket? Third grade, I want soft mulberry. The days of spring are getting longer and longer; Xiaomi is heavy. Sunlight is in the grass, clothes are given in September and crickets are given in October. Silkworm, moon, mulberry. With my wife and son. He won the prize in August, stroking for his daughter, picking up an axe, breaking pots in August, carrying martial arts, stroking for himself in Nanmu, and stroking for his uncle in September. July is the opposite. Oh, my farmer. Singing in July. September frost. Pick tea and pay for it.
In June, when I was depressed and bitter, I entered this room, wearing mystery and yellow, and entered my bed. The next day, I, Zhu Kongyang, celebrated my birthday with an eyebrow, happily led the fox, peeled dates in August, followed in its footsteps, sang Cang Geng in August, and presented a public gift: I almost brought my son back and got clothes in September. The dome suffocated the mice, stuffed them into every household, and privately discussed cutting them down. Friends drink alcohol, and it falls in October.
In May, shares were mobilized for The Book of Songs, and in July, Gongzi Qiu made a preface.
Full of fire in July, eat my farmers: life is boundless, the second day of Li Lie, at home in September. Go to court. One day, kill the lamb?
July fire; Anxious to get a house; Lack of clothes
4. Poetry alternating between the old and the new
1, ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. -Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain" in the Tang Dynasty
Before the night faded, the rising sun had already risen in Ran Ran on the river, and the Jiangnan in the old year had the breath of spring.
2. On the side of the sunken ship, Qian Fan and Wan Muchun are in front of the sick tree. -Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou" in the Tang Dynasty
There are thousands of ships galloping by the sunken ship, and thousands of green trees are full of vitality in front of the withered trees.
Besides firecrackers, the spring breeze also brings warmth to Tu Su. -Wang Anshi's Yuan Ri in the Song Dynasty
In the firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
4, Jiangshan has talents, each leading the way for hundreds of years. -The second of Zhao Yi's five poems in Qing Dynasty
Generations of talented people have emerged in our country, and their poetry and popularity will be spread for hundreds of years.
5, the flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year. -Liu Xiyi in the Tang Dynasty, "A Generation of Sad Pulsatilla/Whitehead Singing/Thinking"
Flowers still bloom every year, but the people who look at them every year are different.
6. There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is another village. -A land tour of Shanxi village in Song Dynasty
The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns, worrying that there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me.
7. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring. -Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang in Tang Dynasty
Several warm trees that the oriole came out early competed for sunshine, and the new swallows were busy building nests and holding mud.
5. What are the poems that express the yearning for hometown and the passage of time?
1, the thread at the foot of my bed is so bright, can it be frosted already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: Silent Night Thinking) 2. The new year will only deepen my desire and add a lonely tear to an exile.
People who are exiled in old age rush ahead of me in spring. The ape in the mountain makes me faint, and the willow in the river makes me sad.
I was tortured like a bodyguard, so when will this day come? (Liu Changqing: New Year's work) 3. The south is a wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold.
My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon.
The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset. (Meng Haoran: "Early Cold River is pregnant") 4. When the young people left home, the local accent did not change.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (Ho: My classmates can read books) 5. Monkeys whimper on the dark mountain, and the river rushes in the dark. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
Meng Haoran: From a berth on Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou. They said that the geese flying south came back this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?
At low tide, the river stopped and the forest was foggy, but tomorrow morning, on the other side of the mountain, the dawn will be white and there will be plum trees in my hometown. (Song Wenzhi: "On the wall of the North Inn of Dayu Mountain") 7. It has been ten frost in the guest house, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: The Journey to the West) 8. I put away my sails near Huaizhen and found a small bay to anchor.
Strong winds set off waves on the river, and the sun sank into the darkness of the earth. The dark people in the city all went home to rest, and the Moon Bay also lived there.
Lonely at night, I can't help but think of Chang 'an. How can I sleep when I hear the bells on the shore? (Wei: Park at dusk) 9. Looking at Chang 'an, the river looks at Jingxian County.
The sun sets on the towering roof, and the houses in Beijing are not so high and low. The residual clouds of the sunset are scattered like rosy clouds, and the clear river is as calm as white.
Noisy birdsong covers the spring, and all kinds of flowers cover the countryside in the suburbs. I will stay in the country far from the capital, and I miss the happy party that has stopped.
When it's time for Danggui, I'm disappointed and tears fall like snow beads. People with feelings know that they are homesick. Who can't change their black hair? (Xie Tiao: "Going to Three Mountains and Returning to Wangjing Late") 10, we meandered under the blue mountain, and my boat and I followed the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: the next berth of Beibao Mountain) 1 1 Once upon a time, there was a man who had been on a military mission on the border between Youzhou and Yan since his youth.
I often compete with others at once, and I never cherish my seven feet. To fight bravely, no one dares to come forward to recruit; He has a dignified look and a beard as lush as a hedgehog.
There are yellow sand and white clouds in summer, so you can't be polite without reporting to the court. A young woman in Liaodong, 15 years old, can play the pipa, sing and dance.
Today, with the music of Qiangdi playing, all the soldiers were moved to tears. (Li Qi: ancient meaning) 12, Nanshan cut bamboo into swaddling clothes, and its music was first introduced from Persia.
It spread to the Han Dynasty and became a novel, and Aw Hoe in Liangzhou was played by me. The listeners at the seat are all sighing, and the homesick tourists weep.
Many people like to listen; But few people understand that traveling in the long wind. The withered old Bai Han strolls, where there are nine little phoenixes chirping at each other.
It's like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring and generate at the same time, and it's like the autumn sound of spring in autumn. Suddenly it turned into a small, tragic, sudden dark cloud that turned the sky from flying to flying.
The next change is as lively and cheerful as Yang Liuzhi, as if I saw the flowers in the garden among the flowers. On New Year's Eve, Hall A on the ceiling, a glass of wine, a glass of wine.
(Li Jue: "Listening to An Wanshan Playing the cymbals") 13, the wanderer listens to the drums to indicate the battle, and the geese are singing in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
(Du Fu: Remembering my brothers on a moonlit night) 14 You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: Miscellaneous Poems) 15, farther and farther away from Sanba Road, I have come three thousand miles, anxious and watching.
On all sides of the mountains, the snow reflected the cold night, sitting in the candlelight night, I am a stranger here. Because the farther away from relatives, on the contrary, the closer to employees and servants.
That is drifting, the first day of the New Year, tomorrow morning! . (Cui Tu: "Beyond the Night") 16, lonely in the pub, I was shut in by loneliness and grief.
Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese. The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year.
The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house. (Du Mu: Lodging) 17, people are only seven days in spring and have been away from home for two years.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People miss home every day") 18. A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: Shandong Brothers in the Mountain Holiday) 19 Hanyang City Wall is far away in the clouds, and it is another day of my solitary sail.
Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc.
My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums. (Lu Lun: "Sleeping at Wuchang") 20. Whose Yu Di flies in the dark and scatters in the spring breeze.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: Whispering the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night) 2 1, while the winter days are shortened on the elemental scale, the frost and snow are flying at the end of the world.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. Wild cries and smells of war, I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... (Du Fu: Pavilion Night).
6. Perception of the replacement of old and new poems
1. Time only helps people get old, and they don't believe in amorous feelings. I hate not being away from the pavilion for a long time, and it's easy to wake up with tears.
-Yan Shu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Time Only Makes Old" 2. The streamer is easy to throw, and the cherry is red and the banana is green. -Jie Jiang's crossing the Wujiang River with a prune and a boat. I advise you not to get drunk before you spend it. This year's flowers will wither, and next year's flowers will wither, turning your head white.
-Zhao Bingwen's "Qing Xing Er, Wind and rain are flowers" 4. When you get older, your feelings will decrease. If you don't drink, you will be afraid of the New Year. -Xin Qiji's "Magnolia Slow Chuzhou Sending Model Table" 5. The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.
-Liu Yuxi's Thoughts on the Old Times in Xipaotai Mountain 6. In the past, I refused to marry Feng Chun, but I was misunderstood by the autumn wind for no reason. -He Zhu's "Heart Bitter Willow Back to the Pond" 7. The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, which used to be a stunning photo.
-Lu You's "Two Poems of Shenyuan" 8. Snow used to be like flowers, but now it is like snow. -Fan Yun "Don't Poem" 9. People like Qiu Hong have faith and things like spring dreams.
-Su Shi, "On the twentieth day of the first month, I was born and Pan Guoer were looking for spring in the suburbs. Last year, I went to Queenstown to write poems and rhymes. "10. One door becomes three fires, and the world is exhausted. -Su Shi's Mu Fu of Linjiang Xian Sending Money 1 1. There are several plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea.
-Liu Zhu's "Gu Tian Xue Shan Cheng Yu Zhi Han" 12. The husband of heaven and earth, the inverse of everything; Time flies, and a hundred generations fly by. -Li Bai's Preface to the Spring Banquet of Peach and Plum Gardens 13.
The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. -"Picking Wei" 14. The world is a big dream. How cool is life in autumn? -Su Shi's Xijiang Moon, A Dream on Earth 15. I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, and the leaves in front of the steps were already autumn.
-Zhu's Accidental Success 16. Grass and trees also know sorrow, Shao Hua is bald. -Cao Xueqin's Tang Duoling Catkin 17. Countless people meet, laugh for a hundred years, and return several times.
-He Menggui, "Fishing for Fish: Where Are Everyone in the New Year" 18. When young people left home, the local accent did not change. -He's "Two Hometowns Joint Book, Volume I" 19. The background light and the moon have been blocked for ten years.
-Nalan Xingde's "Young Beauty, Silver Bed, Old Man" is 20,000 feet long and sad, and fifty years of spring dreams are prosperous. -Georgie's "The laurel tree is reduced, and the guest window is bright" 2 1. Autumn grass grows older on strangers, and the sun sets in the building every day.
-Yan's Partridge Days, Drunk Shooting Spring Shirts, Cherishing Old Fragrance 22. Everyone left before, but today the water is still cold. -Luo "Give People to Yishui" 23. More than 20 years is like a dream, although this body is shocking.
-Chen "Linjiang Deng Xiaoge Zhong Old Friend" 24. A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha, a new word and a glass of wine" 25. A long cloud pool has a long shadow, and things change for a few years.
-Wang Bo "Teng Xu" on page 26. Watching Mid-Autumn Festival every year is foggy and rainy. -Once upon a time "August 14th to Izayoi Moonlight Beauty" 27. Sigh in the crevice, catch fire in the stone, and dream in the body.
-Su Shi's "Apricot fragrance and tree bosom" 28. Rise and fall of eternal dreams, poetic eyes tired of the world. -Zhang Kejiu's "Everyone is looking at the moon, there are books in the mountains" 29. There is a song of a thousand willows in Qingjiang River, and the Boss Bridge was built twenty years ago.
-Liu Yuxi's Yang Liuzhi.
7. Ancient poems describing seasonal changes
1, Chunsi
Author: Tang Dynasty-Li Bai
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?
The grass in Yan Di is as green as Beth, and the mulberry trees in Qin are also green. When you are homesick and looking forward to your return, you have long been missed and worried. Spring breeze, you and I are strangers. Why did you blow into my account to cause my anxiety?
2. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Author: Tang Dynasty-Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Translation:
Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring when everything is born.
With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.
Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths; Small lights, flashing fishing boats on the river
Look at the flowers with dew tomorrow morning, and Chengdu will be full of flowers.
3. "small pool"
Author: Song-Yang Wanli
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Translation:
Spring is silent because it can't stand the thin water flow, and the shade reflects the water because it loves sunny days and the softness of the wind.
The delicate little lotus leaf just emerged from the sharp corner of the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stood on it early.
4. "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang two songs-the second song"
Author: Song-Yang Wanli
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Translation:
The Xizi Lake in June is really special, and its beautiful scenery is very different from other seasons.
The green lotus leaves are endless, the red sun and lotus flowers set each other off, and the color is particularly bright and charming red.
5. Jiang Xue
Author: Tang Dynasty-Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Translation:
Birds fly out of sight in the mountains, and no one can be seen on all the roads.
On a lonely boat on the river, an old man wearing a bamboo hat was fishing alone on the cold river.
Baidu Encyclopedia-Spring Thoughts (Poems by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty)
Baidu Encyclopedia-Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (a poem by Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty)
Baidu Encyclopedia-Xiaochi (Yang Wanli's seven-character quatrains)
Baidu Encyclopedia-Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang two songs.
Baidu Encyclopedia-Jiang Xue (Liu Zongyuan's five-character quatrains in Tang Dynasty)