1. Things are full of temples, and years are in a hurry, and I am thirsty for dreams and lungs. -"Shuidiao Tou Eternal Emei Moon" Song Wei Liao Weng
2. Years hurried to make white hair, and the dust was desolate and blue. -"Chen Shangzhi" Song and Wu Zeli
3. The mediocre documents taste * * *, and the years are in a hurry. -
4. Caocao Garden lives in the north of Lushan Mountain, and the water flows eastward in a hurry. -"Feeling" Song Fangyue
5. -"The Second Rhyme of Han Chen Min Kou Du" Song Fanghui
6. The scholar is old, and the years are rushing back. -"Duijiu" Song Chen Yuyi
7. Heaven and earth travel against the journey, and the years pass by in a hurry, so I am not a gourd. —— "Water Tune Song Tou, North Wind Downs the Courtyard Green" Yuan Bai Pu
8. Time flies, as busy as running. -
9. Time flies, and people remember it clearly. -"Bashengganzhou is in a hurry" Song Luo Chair
1. The years are in a hurry and there is no hate, so it is unnecessary to leave life. -"Farewell to Fu Zhengmin, Pay homage to Yongjia" Song Zheng Gangzhong 2. Describe the hasty poem
"Shuidiao Tou Eternal Emei Moon"
Song: Wei Liaoweng
Eternal Emei Moon, take my leave of the cup. Old friends gather and disperse in the middle of the year, and if the pulse is pregnant. It's raining in the middle of the night, so don't wear a curtain of mountains to make you smile. Shake hands with old friends, and discuss talents. People in the mountains and maids in the kitchen are also surprised to guess. Jiangtou's new rise is urging him to go back. The world is full of temples, the years are in a hurry, and I am thirsty for dreams. Listen to the guests after drinking, and the public will return.
Nian Nujiao I Come to Niuzhu
Song: Wu Yuan
When I came to Niuzhu, I chatted and looked at it, and my heart was open. Who wears a dangerous pavilion here, occupying the ancient and modern sorrow. Whales are running in the river, tigers are living in the mountains, and natural hazards are not set up. I have always been a boat, and I have swept millions of hoes. Remembering the water is like a rhinoceros, and a man should be like this, a hero. Time can't stay in a hurry, and the stars are like tweezers. Clouds are dark, and smoke is faint, which is the season of soul-breaking. The column is smashed, and the drunkenness is loyal and angry.
Song Luo Chair
Due south of north peak, the mountains are laughing, and the water is full of flutes. Blow away the misty rain on the balcony, and the words of the birds break the spring. Where there is no fragrant grass, it is only green. Who cares about the lonely mountain, let the plum and bamboo grow cold, and recommend the chrysanthemum spring to be clear. Seeing human feelings, Shen Zui doesn't need to wake up. Ask when Fan Chuan will return, and sigh about his hometown and seventy-five pavilions. You know, Dong Yunxi bamboo, laughing at me falling.
Bai Pu. Looking back at my hometown in the north, I shed tears. Heaven and earth travel against each other, and the years pass by in a hurry, so I am not a gourd. There are bosom friends in all corners of the world, and there is no home. Wuxi fish, Qianli cuisine, Jiujiang tea. Keep it from other creations and make an old career. I don't want to have a saint in the wine, but I hope that my heart is fine and I will lie on my pillow. In the evening, I remember blowing my hat, and the hedge chrysanthemum gradually blooms. 3. About Zhu Ziqing's prose in a hurry > The poem
itself is a prose poem. In a hurry, Zhu Ziqing's swallow has gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to be green again; Peach blossoms have withered, but they bloom again.
but, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now? I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days have slipped away from me; Like a drop of water on the needle tip in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow.
I can't help but burst into tears. Go wherever you go, come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I got up in the morning, two or three oblique suns shot into the hut.
The sun has feet, and it has moved gently and quietly. I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I am silent, I pass by my eyes.
I realized that he was in a hurry. When I reached out to cover my arm, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed in the dark, he nimbly crossed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be another day.
I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh.
what can I do in the world of thousands of families in the days when I am flying away? Only wandering, only rushing; In the rush of more than 8 thousand days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were dispersed by the breeze, like mist, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces do I leave to spread my iodine satin and other towers to persuade me to slide in winter? Have I ever left traces like gossamer? I came into this world naked, and will go back naked in a blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why do you have to go this time for nothing? You are clever, tell me, why are our days gone forever? March 28th, 1922. 4. A poem about the rush of time
A poem about the rush of time
1 Zi said in Sichuan: The deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night. 2 Time flies
3 You don't see how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow
4 Young people leave home, the local accent has not changed, and the children don't know each other, so they smile and ask where the guests come from.
5 there will be many tomorrows after tomorrow. Look at the water flowing east, and watch the sun setting at dusk.
when will the Long Song of Han Yuefu return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Cao Cao's "Short Songs" is a song about wine, and life is geometric. Morning dew, for example, is much harder to go to Japan. Tao Yuanming's Miscellaneous Poems will never come back in its prime, and it will be hard to wake up one day. It is time to encourage yourself when you are in the middle of your life. time goes by and waits for no one.
In Late Spring, Han Yu knows that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of flowers and flowers fight against each other. Even that without the beautiful colors of the fickle and elm, not to be lonely, the wind dance, into the flying snowflakes. Zhu Xi's Poem of Cherishing Time is easy for young people to learn but difficult to learn, and an inch of time is not light. I didn't feel the green grass in the pond, and the leaves in front of the steps sounded in autumn. 5. Famous sayings about hurrying
Time is the least selfish, giving anyone 24 hours a day; Time is also the most selfish. It is not twenty-four hours for anyone. Because these people waste time at will, let time pass by quickly, and accomplish nothing in one day. He abandoned time and time abandoned him. Therefore, his twenty-four hours are short. Some people arrange their time reasonably, cherish time, do something meaningful with time, and achieve twice the result with half the effort. They use twenty-four hours to do what ordinary people need. Twenty-six hours, or even more time. Their twenty-four hours are long.
Cherish every minute. Don't waste time. If time goes away, it will never come back.
Don't idle away, and be sad!