The years are like wine, drunk and frivolous; The years are like books, and the road is full of vicissitudes;
The years are like a river, telling twists and turns; The years are like the road, regardless of the ups and downs;
When you go through the years of greenery, prosperity and loneliness, do you still remember the original self in the depths of the years?
Ten poems of the years, asking about the passing years, reminiscing about youth, not afraid of the flow of the four seasons, the vicissitudes of change.
Wild Steps" Zhao Yiqing
The cold urges the change of kapok fur, and leans on the original outskirts of the cane for a close trip.
The most nosy autumn wind, red his maple leaf white head
Sigh of the years: red his maple leaf white head.
The cold wind urged people to change into warm kapok heavy furs.
I walked on crutches and braved the cold to enjoy the nearby countryside.
The autumn breeze is nosy, and when it comes, it not only turns the maple leaves red, but also turns people's hair white.
This is the sigh of the poet Zhao Yi in the middle of the Qing Dynasty.
In the years of time, he used a unique way of "nosy autumn wind" to inform people between "red" and "white" that this is the years.
When,The years are scattered in the cracks of the seasons, leaving a place, mottled shadows. Quiet, determined, silent, but it is, heavy, the joys and sorrows of the passing years
Nine Quatrains: The Fourth
Du Fu Tang February has broken through March, and it can be a few times in spring as we get older.
There are endless things outside of Mo Si's body, and he has a limited cup before his death
Sigh of the years: and the limited cup before his death.
February has passed, and March is coming;
People are getting old; How many more times can you encounter a spring like this?
Don't worry about the countless troubles outside your body, drink them all first, and then talk about the passing years in this limited cup of wine in front of you.
This is, Du Fu's, about the emotion of the years.
In the early spring, he realized the shortness of life and sighed that life was getting old and difficult to meet spring;
He had no choice but to put aside the "extraneous affairs" for the time being and use wine to taste the time.
Toasting time with wine seems to be free and easy, but in fact it is infinitely sad.
It is always said that the years are like a song, but the joys and sorrows in the song can only be understood by those who have walked by; I can't go back, I can't stay, I can't go back to the years, I can only look down on the clouds. Let it be, gray hair, always more than green silk.
Yulou Spring, before the wind, want to persuade the spring to live".
Xin Qiji, Song
Before the wind, I want to persuade Chunguang to live. Spring is on Fangcao Road in the south of the city.
It did not fall into the water's edge with the flow, and made a floating mud flocculent.
The stars in the mirror have been mistaken. People live up to their conceit
Dream back to people far away and sad, only in the pear blossom wind and rain.
Sigh of the years: people live up to their conceit.
Facing the wind, I want to persuade Chunguang to stop. Chunguang stayed on the grassy road in the south of the city.
It does not want to be like the falling flowers on the shore, going with the flowing water; For the time being, it will be a flying floc fluttering on the dirt.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he was as white as snow, and he couldn't help but regret the time that had passed.
People have not lived up to the spring, it is the spring that has failed itself!
When I woke up from my dream, I felt free from many sorrows. I don't know if the pear blossom in the wind and rain is safe.
This is, Xin Qiji's reflections on the years.
He lamented the passing of his years.
In his writings, spring is not willing to go with the water like falling flowers, preferring to stick to the mud and become dust.
This is also people's unwillingness.
Dream back to people, the pastLike smoke；The pear blossoms are falling one after another, like a snow dance all over the sky. The way home is long, out of sight, and the way to come. The years, in silence, are put on for everyone, and the clothes of the passing years
Fortune Operator: Feeling Old".
Su Shi Song Shu guest to the south of the Yangtze River, long memories of Wushan good.
Wu Shu has been the same since ancient times, and it should be early to return.
Also with last year's people, together with the West Lake grass.
Don't take a closer look before respecting, it should be an old face
Sigh of the years: If you look closely, you should be old.
People in Shudi, after going to Jiangnan, will often think of the beauty of Jiangnan.
Since ancient times, Shu and Jiangnan have been equally praised, and if you want to enjoy it, you must go as soon as possible.
This time, I came to the edge of the West Lake with my friends from last year.
We sat together on the grass by the West Lake, drinking and having fun.
I want my friends to take a closer look, I'm afraid that my face will become old.
This is, Su Dongpo's, about the years of his heart.
He said, "It should be an old face", and his words were frank and witty, revealing his feelings about the passage of time and the fact that today is not yesterday.
The years are like wine, the young do not know how to be frivolous, and the white-headed is difficult to understand the vanity. When passing through the shallow of the years,will understand that at that time, it was only ordinary that was looking back on the warmth
Poppy Listening to the Rain
Jiang Jie, Song The boy listened to the rain song upstairs. Red candle dim tent. Listen to the rain in the middle of the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listen to the rain monks. Sideburns have stars also. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. A term of step forward, drip to dawn
Sigh of the years: joys and sorrows are always ruthless.
When I was a teenager, I listened to the rain song building and lingered in the red candle tent;
When he was middle-aged, he was displaced, the passenger boat listened to the rain, and the vicissitudes of sadness were sad;
When I was old, listening to the rain under the monk's house, my temples were already stars.
The haggard after the chaos, the joys and sorrows of a withered life, no one can tell. Listen to the autumn rain in front of the window and let it tick until dawn.
This is the Song Dynasty lyricist Jiang Jie's joys and sorrows about the years.
In the time and space of youth, prime of life, and old age, he used the joys and sorrows of his life to tell the flow of time and the helplessness of life in a vicissitudes of life.
onIn the vast land of life, he always walks alone, there is one of themUnspeakable loneliness andHelpless. The warmth you want seems to be near, still far away, it seems to be there, if not, in the bleak waiting, it will never be reached
Butterfly Love Flowers, Read the End of the World, Farewell Bitter".
Wang Guowei is in modern times
After reading the bitterness of parting at the end of the world, I don't return, and the flowers are as promised. The bottom of the flowers looked at each other without a word, and the green window spring and the sky were silent.
To tell the acacia lamp, a wisp of new love, a thousand wisps of old hatred. The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and the face is a flowery tree
Years sigh: The most important thing is that the world can't stay.
When I went through all the vicissitudes of life and returned to my hometown, what I saw was a hundred flowers scattered as promised.
The parting under the flowers of the year was speechless. I saw that the green window was as old as it used to be, but it was not the scene of the year.
I want to tell the lovesickness after saying goodbye under this lonely lamp, but it is, a little new love, endless old hatred.
The most unretained thing in the world is the youth that will never return in the mirror, and the falling flowers that are scattered from the trees.
This is Wang Guowei, a master of Chinese studies in the late Qing Dynasty, about the bitterness of the years.
Reunion is generally joy, and what the lyricist writes about is the pain of reunion. With a lament for the years and time, he told the passing years with an extremely complex mood.
The years go by in the mirrorThe flowers of a lifetime are full of flowers, and the desert is a year of desert flowing。Suddenly I realized that the vicissitudes of life had changed
Autumn Evening Sorrow" Li Jing Song
As I get older, I am busy with everything, and the cold days are shorter.
A few minutes of red and yellow leaves, a moment of dawn into a sunset.
Spring water should not come to the sea, Komatsu's life is forbidden frost.
If you go to the immortal in the pot, wait to see how long the years are
Sigh of the years: to see how long the years are.
As I get older, I am busy with everything. In the cold days, it is even more sad and sad.
Looking at the frost in the autumn evening, the yellow leaves are dyed red. When you see the sunset, although the sunset is good, after all, it can't reach the rising sun;
Look at the spring water and run to the sea, and see the life of the green pine through the severe frost.
I thought, if I can chase the immortals, I will have a long time.
This is the Northern Song Dynasty poet Li Jing's expression about the years.
He used the scenery of late autumn to express his sadness. And borrowed the story of the pot in the Taoist book to pray for a long time.
In these shallow years, I just want to have an ordinary life。There is affection to be treated, there is love to be comforted, hold a lamp, keep a warmth, not afraid of the flow of the four seasons and the vicissitudes of life
Bodhisattva Barbarian: Falling Flowers and Night Rain Saying Cold Food".
Wu Wenying, Song
Falling flowers and night rain say goodbye to cold food. Dust fragrance tomorrow city south Mo.
The jade is wet and obliquely red. Tears are stained.
The wounded spring head is white. Come and go like a guest
People are thin and green and thick. The sun is long in the shadows.
The years sigh: the sad spring is white. Come and go like a guest
The night rain was dripping, and in the colorful falling flowers, I said goodbye to another year of the Cold Food Festival.
If it is sunny tomorrow, I will go to the southern suburbs to visit the spring.
When it was clear, I saw those women going out to worship their ancestors, grieving, mourning, and tears falling like rain.
It turns out that time is like an arrow, coming and going in a hurry, I am like a passerby, I don't have time to keep a trace of spring, so I am sad and white-headed.
The green trees are thick, and the people are gradually thinning, only to see the sunlight leaking in through the curtains, but it seems that the desert is long.
This is, the Song Dynasty lyricist Wu Wenying, about the helplessness of the years.
The sigh in the years is the falling flowers and night rain, and the spring goes to spring; White-headed because of sad spring, emaciated because of sadness. When you sit down and watch the sun and shadows, you realize that time can be long
In addition to the night" Gao Shi Tang
The cold lights of the hotel never sleep, and the guest's heart turned sad.
The hometown thinks of thousands of miles tonight, and the frost sideburns are another year in the Ming Dynasty
Sigh of the years: Another year of frost temples in the Ming Dynasty.
Living in an inn, I can't sleep with a single lamp.
For some reason, my mood became very sad and sad.
On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, homesickness, thousands of miles away, what should be the scene?
And tomorrow I will be one year older, and I will add a lot of gray hair. Year after year, the boss has failed to achieve anything, and it is quite sad.
This is the Tang Dynasty poet Gao Shi's thoughts about the years.
A nostalgia, a longing, is the warmth of wandering. When going through the vicissitudes of the years, the heart will always be the hometown when it comes
Qing Pingle Zhu Yan Grows Old".
Bai PuyuanAs Zhu Yan gets older, how much gray hair does he have?
The peach and plum spring breeze has passed, leaving a residual photo of the mulberry elm.
The south of the Yangtze River is dust-free, and the old man is idle.
If you don't go to Qingshan, Qingshan may not keep people.
Sigh of the years: As Zhu Yan gets older, how much gray hair does he have?
As you get older, how much gray hair does you get?
The peach and plum spring breeze passed like this, leaving only the afterglow of the sunset, reflecting the long shadow of mulberry elm.
I was like an idle cloud, coming to Jiangnan again, but I couldn't feel a trace of fireworks.
I am nostalgic for this green mountain, I don't want to leave, even if the green mountain is affectionate, it is not necessarily, it can keep people in my arms.
This is, the master of Yuanqu Bai Pu, the sigh of the years.
In the sunset of several degrees, the green mountains are eternal. Its amorousness, can't be kept, the flow of years and vicissitudes. People are like meteors, crossing the sky, leaving a moment of fireworks, and finally returning, in the far sky at night
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