When we go through the first half of our lives and come to the stop of middle age.
I often can't help but look back at the past and feel that time has passed.
How young and frivolous we used to be, thinking that we could squander our youth in our hands.
It wasn't until I looked back at this moment that I found that the tail of the years had quietly left us.
During that time of flying and domineering, we seemed to be too ostentatious and vain, and we wasted the most precious time in trivial matters.
When we finally see the essential meaning of life.
The years will not wait for us, only a mess of regrets.
Zhu Xi's "Persuasion Poems" is like a cluster of bright lights, flickering with the voice of a wise man.
"Persuasion Poems".
Zhu Xi (Song).
Young people are easy to learn and difficult to learn, and every inch of time is indispensable.
I didn't feel the spring grass dream of the pond, and the sycamore leaves in front of the steps have autumn sounds.
"Young people are easy to grow old and difficult to learn".
In the fine sand of the years, the years are no longer youthful.
Zhu Xi's exhortations are like a gentle brushstroke, outlining the profound vicissitudes and accumulation of life.
"Young people are easy to learn and hard to learn", in one sentence.
Like a heavy bell, ringing the hurried footsteps of time.
Youth is frivolous and becomes empty in a blink of an eye, but the brilliance of learning needs the precipitation of years and the carving of thinking.
In this world, there is no end to learning, and time seems so rushed.
When we can still squander time and turn time into brilliant fireworks, we are still young.
When we see the fleeting youth in the mirror of fate and time, the meaning of learning is like thunder, awakening our long-lost souls.
Self-cultivation and accumulation of knowledge turned out to be the noblest pursuit in life.
It can turn our tiny existence into a flower, lighting up the night ahead, even if it is only for a moment.
"Not an inch of time is worth a moment".
The "inch" and "light" in the poem are like a heavy hammer, waking us up from the impetuous reality of wasting time.
The sun, moon and stars silently engrave the passage of time.
Our lives are just a drop in the ocean, and the only time we have to run around is only a few decades.
If we waste on trivial matters, what is left in the end?
There is only apology, regret, and desolation.
We must be aware of the preciousness of time.
Grasping the youth is like finding a grain of gold in the yellow sand.
We're going to be inAt the beginning of the dawn, absorb the essence of the morning light, and gather the fruits of growth when the sun sets.
Day after day, enrich yourself, constantly sharpen your inner self, and improve your cultivation.
Until the oil of life runs out, we can also die contentedly.
This is the inspiration of "Persuasion Poems": don't let the galaxy of time flow the meaning of our lives.
In the time when the white horse passes through the gap, ignite yourself.
I didn't feel the spring grass dream of the pond, and the sycamore leaves in front of the steps have autumn sounds.
Two simple descriptions of the scenery express the eternal truth - time is like an arrow, and the years are ruthless.
When we are still intoxicated with the sweet dreams of youth.
When we don't know much about life, fate has quietly pushed us to middle age.
The pond is full of spring grass, still holding on to dreams, and the leaves of the plane trees in front of you have fallen, leaving only the autumn breeze to be bleak.
Every piece of spring grass and every sycamore leaf is like a signpost on the journey of life, recording the years of growth.
When we woke up, we found that the scene of youth was fading away.
What is left behind is only a remnant of leaves under his feet and contemplation in his heart.
In the happy time of springI didn't realize that the spring grass by the pond had grown taller, and I wanted to embrace spring, but the years were ruthless.
Those youthful and frivolous dreams have long since dried and fallen with the years, and it is difficult to look back.
Zhu Xi uses this ingenious contrast to remind us that the pace of time is like a white horse, which does not stop for a moment.
When we look back at the past spring, it seems as if it had just happened.
However, reality tells us.
The sycamore leaves have danced in the autumn wind, and the ripples of the years have taken us to different stages of life.
Therefore, in the spring of our lives, we should draw sunshine and sweet rain and plant the seeds of harvest.
Let knowledge, insight, and experience become our solid root system and take root in the soil of time.
In this way, in the autumn of middle age, we will be able to harvest fruitful fruits without regrets.
This "Persuasion Poem" is just 28 words, and it is full of life philosophy.
Fortunately, the road of life is not yet over.
We still have time to turn the accumulated experience into a beacon to illuminate the path of future generations.
We can also use our own mistakes to warn those who are also confused and make mistakes, so that they will take fewer detours.
Zhu Xi used simple and unpretentious language to express his deepest understanding of life.
We all die and eventually come to the end of our lives.
So what can we leave behind in this world in our lifetime?
"Persuasion Poems" teaches us to correct the lost soul in the years of glimpses, and not to be blinded by the sea of flowers of youth.
Because when the flowers are gone, what we leave behind is only the road of learning that is getting wider and wider.