In a blink of an eye, the calendar for 2024 has turned to March. The plan has not yet had time to be implemented, and the goals promised have not been carried out for half a minute.
Zhu Ziqing said in "Hurry": "When I got up in the morning, two or three oblique suns shot into the hut. The sun has feet, and it moves gently and quietly; I was also dazed and followed the spin. And so—when the hands were washed, the days passed by in the basin; When eating, the days pass by in the bowl of rice; When he was silent, he passed in front of his gaze. I perceived that he was in a hurry, and when I stretched out my hand to cover him, he passed by the hand he was holding, and when it was dark, as I lay on the bed, he stepped over me with a nimble (5) leap over me and flew away at my feet. When I opened my eyes and said goodbye to the sun, it was another day away. I hid my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash again in sighs. ”
Yu Hua said in "Alive": "Nothing is more convincing than time, because time can change everything without notifying us." ”
No matter who it is, as long as it talks about the passage of time, it will be able to say a thing or two. When it comes to time, everyone has their own opinion, everyone has their own answer, or they tend to be emotional, or they tend to be rational.
So it is with us, and so it is with the ancients. They integrated their feelings of time into their poems, allowing the years to pass and endure for a long time.
"Butterfly Loves Flowers, Reading the End of the World, Parting Bitterly".
Qing Wang Guowei
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 saying a word, and the green window was twilight in spring.
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.
In the spring of the 31st year of Guangxu (1905), Wang Guowei, who had been away for a long time, returned to his hometown Haining. His wife, Moh, was already frail and sickly, and when they reunited after a long absence, they couldn't help but feel very sad when they saw her look more and more haggard. So I made it.
After a long parting torment, when I returned, I found that my wife's youth had passed away, and my face had dimmed, like the shadow of a tree outside the window, quietly withering.
What I can't keep the most is the youthful face that never returns in the mirror and the falling flowers that drift away from the tree. Under the rush of time, how many flowers are scattered and dusty.
Flowers return to dust, green silk turns gray hair, and only in the twilight of the years can I feel the passing of the years.
Cherishing the people in front of you and accompanying them is the most affectionate confession and the best way to resist the passage of time.
"Song of the Cave Immortals: Ice Muscle Jade Bone".
Song Su Shi
Ice muscles and jade bones, cool and sweat-free.
The wind in the water hall is full of dark fragrance.
The embroidered curtain is opened, and a little bright moon peeps at people
People have not slept, and the pillows and hairpins are chaotic.
Get up and carry your hands, the courtyard is silent, and you see the sparse stars crossing the river from time to time.
How was the night?
The night has been three watches, the golden wave is light, and the jade rope turns low.
But when does the west wind come, and it will not be secretly changed over the years.
The word describes the scene of Meng Chang, the monarch of Shu after the Five Dynasties, and his concubine Lady Hua Rui enjoying the cool on the Mohe Pond on a summer night, deliberately depicting the beauty of Lady Hua Rui's face and the nobility of her soul. It expresses the lyricist's deep regret and sigh for the passage of time.
Thinking about it, summer is coming to the end of autumn, and when the autumn breeze is cool, how long will it take to wait? As everyone knows, in the midst of this hopeful waiting, the seasons have changed imperceptibly. The good years of life have passed without realizing it!
Many people have already turned away and never seen each other before they have had time to love.
The story has just begun, and it has already come to an end, leaving only endless sadness and nostalgia. The world is like the summer wind, there is always no time to discuss, so I turn around and leave, I don't know where to go, only cruelly leaving a relationship, making people linger and wander in the story without knowing the ending.
I hope that in the passing time, there will be fewer regrets.
"Water Dragon Yin, Deng Jiankang Appreciation Pavilion".
Song Xin gave up the disease
Chutian is thousands of miles away in autumn, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is endless.
Yaocen is far away, offering sorrow and hatred, hosta snails.
The sunset at the head of the building, in the sound of the broken hong, the wanderer in the south of the Yangtze River.
I looked at Wu Hook, and the railing was patted all over, no one would, and I was on the verge of it.
Hugh said that the sea bass is good, the west wind is exhausted, and the season eagle has not returned?
Asking Tian to ask for help, I am afraid that I should be ashamed, and Liu Lang is talented.
It's a pity that the years have passed, the sorrow and the wind and rain, and the tree is still like this!
Who is Qian to call, the red scarf and green sleeves, the tears of heroes!
In 1174 A.D. (the first year of Chunxi of Song Xiaozong), Xin Qiji was appointed as the senator of the Eastern Pacification Division. At this time, he has been returning to the south for ** years, but he has been idle and scattered, and he has only served as a petty official. One day, he climbed the Jiankang Appreciation Pavilion, looked into the distance, looked back on the future, mixed feelings, and felt it, so he made this word.
The boundless Chutian and the rolling Yangtze River triggered the author's hatred of his family and country and the thoughts of his hometown. The lyricist used three allusions to praise and disparage the four historical figures, thus confessing his ambition to take the world as his own responsibility. It's a pity that the years are like water, and the ambition has turned into ashes. can only shed heroic tears and sighs.
Life is like an hourglass, the countdown starts from the moment you are born. The older we get, the more we feel that time is precious, not because time passes faster, but because we have less and less time.
"A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Boat Crossing the Wujiang River".
Song Jiang Jie
A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to be poured. The boat on the river is shaking, and the curtain is moving upstairs.
Qiu Niang ferry and Tai Niang bridge, the wind is fluttering, and the rain is bleak.
When will I go home and wash my robes? The silver word sheng tone, the heart word incense burning.
The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains.
In the spring of the thirteenth year of the Yuan Dynasty (1276), the Yuan army broke through Lin'an, and the poet began a wandering life. When he traveled to the Wusong River in Wujiang County on the way to wandering, he wrote this poem when he was in love.
The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains. These three sentences are famous sentences for the ages. The lyricist uses the changes of cherries and plantains to turn the intangibles of time changes into tangible, making them more vivid and concrete.
Time flies, and the rest of my life is not so long. I wish I could love myself and the people around me.
"Xie Chichun, Strong Years from Rong".
Song Lu You
In the prime of life, he was once a remnant.
The clouds are high, and the wolf smoke is raised at night.
Zhu Yan and green sideburns, embracing the carving of Goxi.
The smile is wrong.
The dream of fame is broken, but it is a flat boat.
Sad songs, sad nostalgia for the past.
The smoke is endless, where is the Qin Pass?
Sigh that the passing years have become wasted again.
The poet recalls his military career as a young man stationed on the frontier to defend his home and country. But with the passage of time, I am now full of enthusiasm, but I have nowhere to show it, so I have to send my love to the landscape, sigh for the passing of time, and the words are full of disappointment to reality.
Time is like a river flowing eastward, never looking back. The only thing you can do is to cherish the moment, do what you want to do, and meet the people you want to see.
I only wish that I can keep the passing year and look down on the wind and rain.
"** Wisp Home Lives on the Qiantang River".
Song Sima Wei
The concubine lives on the Qiantang River.
Flowers fall and bloom, regardless of the flow of the year.
The swallow will go to the spring, and the screen window will be a few bursts of yellow plum rain.
Diagonally inserted rhino comb cloud half vomit,
The sandalwood board is tapped, and the ** wisps are sung.
Looking at the clouds, there is nowhere to be found, and the dream is back to the bright moon and Nanpu.
The family lives on the bank of the Qiantang River, and the flowers bloom and fall, allowing the years to pass. Now the swallow wants to take away the beautiful spring, which makes people feel that another spring has gone.
The rhino comb is stuck obliquely on the head, the hair is half-hung down the sideburns, knocking on the sandalwood board, and singing a beautiful song.
Next to the person you love the most, the days are extraordinarily comfortable and peaceful.
What makes the passage of time no longer scary is love.
"Picking Mulberries and Loving West Lake in My Life".
Song Ouyang Xiu
For the love of West Lake, I came to embrace Zhulun.
Rich and floating clouds, pitching the twenty springs of the year.
The return is just like the crane of Liaodong, the people of the city
Touching the new, who knows the old owner?
Wealth passed like a floating cloud, and before you knew it, twenty springs had passed.
Everyone in the world is busy with fame and fortune, and they are running around all their lives without peace.
Looking back on the future many years later, I realized that for the world, we who have been busy all our lives are just passers-by.
I only wish that the floating world will pass and enjoy peace of mind.
"Farewell to Sun Lu on the way from Brother Gao Wei Gao".
Don Fanggan
The road is infinite, and where should it be.
The passing years are not wasted, and Huafa is incompatible.
The wild waves shake the moon, and the empty city rain and the bell.
This heart went with the horse and passed over the thousand peaks.
Cherish your time and don't waste it, otherwise it will be difficult to see each other again with gray hair.
Life is made up of one parting after another, and we are separated from one family member and friend after another. With every parting, we look forward to the next reunion. It's just that some people will see each other again, while others will never see each other again in this life.
Make good use of the time together, and the years will not be wasted, so that when you talk about wine again, you can live up to the meeting.
"Water Tune Song Head, Under the Leaves of Tinggao Wood".
Song Cai Shen
Under the leaves of Tinggao, the original chrysanthemum is yellow.
With high eyes full of autumn, the season is close to Chongyang.
Reminiscing about Pengmen's past, thousands of horses in the Yuntun Plains,
Gaoyan Ancient Stadium.
Hang the ancient theory of the rise and fall, look at the sword to lead the cup.
Feeling the passing years, thinking about the past, and heavy desolation.
At that time, the handsome and strong half of the sitting room had died.
Thinking of his life is bold, laughing at himself and now frosting sideburns,
Wandering Water Cloud Township.
has made a name for himself, and this intention has been cleared.
I feel the passage of time and think of those previous things, and I feel extremely desolate.
We always seem to feel the past after many years have passed, and we will think of those who left, imagine what they are like now, and how life is going.
Some people, some things, once they have passed, will never come back.
Cherish the present, only in this way, can many years later, not say the most regrettable words of time: "if, originally".
We are all in a hurry, understanding life.
Which poem do you like the most to lament the passage of time, welcome to leave a message to communicate.