The best years in a person's life are nothing more than youth. It is like the spring flowers of March, and it is like a feast has just begun, making people sink infinitely. But I haven't taken a good look at the world, I haven't felt this youth well, I haven't had time to love it well, the seasons are changing, the sun rises and the moon sets, the flowers are thankful, Shaohua is gone, and youth is gradually drifting away.
A spring sorrow waits for the wine to be poured, the boat on the river shakes, and the curtain moves upstairs.
Qiu Niang Ferry and Tai Niang Bridge.
The wind is blowing and the rain is blowing.
When will I return home to wash my robes?
Silver characters are phonological, and heart characters are incense burning.
Streamers are easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains!
--Song Jiang Jie, "A Cut of Plum"
Spring sorrow is infinite, and perhaps only fine wine can comfort it a little. Boats flutter on the river, flags are unfurled in restaurants, and unconsciously they have crossed the scenic Qiu Niang Ferry and Tai Niang Bridge in Jiangnan. Wind and rain, it is worrisome. When will I be able to return home and wash my robes? At home, you can condition the sheng with silver characters and light a heart-shaped incense, which is comfortable and comfortable. Time is rushing, people can't catch up, suddenly, the cherry is red, the plantain is green, and spring is almost gone! Spring is gone, and it will come again, but how many good years can there be?
The scenery of spring is very beautiful, and it has been wandering in the world for a long time, but youth is far away like a dream.
Dissolve and ripple white gulls fly, green pure spring deep dyeing clothes.
People from the south to the north come to grow old, and the sunset is long to send fishing boats back.
- Tang Dumu, "Han River"
Spring water dissolves, ripples with tenderness, spring is already deep, and the eyes are full of green and clean as washing, as if to dye green clothes. People, come and go, go one way at a time, and inadvertently get old. Spring is beautiful, but time is a little cruel. The sunset sprinkled a piece of afterglow, in the evening riverside, the mood gradually calmed down, watching the fishing boat slowly return, everything and fate, why mind too much? If you can't put it down, it will only make yourself more entangled.
Spring is really good, youth is really good, the prosperity of spring will eventually decay, and no matter how amazing youth, there will be a moment to say goodbye.
Last night the rain was sparse and the wind was strong, and the heavy sleep did not consume the wine.
Try to ask the curtain people, but the begonias are still the same.
Know it or not, know it or not, it should be green fat red thin.
——Song Li Qingzhao, "Like a Dream, Last Night's Rain and Wind"
Last night, the wind and rain were fierce, and even if I fell into a deep sleep, I did not completely expel the wine. When I woke up, I remembered the begonia flowers outside and tried to ask the roller shutters, but she told me that the begonias were still there. How can it still be? You go to see, after a night of wind and rain, it is definitely thick with green leaves and sparse red flowers! Delicate and moving begonia flowers, where forbidden to such bad weather! Spring is twilight, the begonia flowers are in full bloom, it looks like it is over, just like our youth, it is gradually thinning and disappearing.
Everyone's youth has an unforgettable past, and it is always inevitable to regret. Perhaps, this is the price of growth.
Last year, in this door, the faces of people were peach blossoms.
People don't know where to go, and peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
- Tang Cui Hu, "Title Capital City Nanzhuang"
Last year today, in this small courtyard, the poet met a beautiful girl, the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and the girl's face like a flower was more beautiful than a flower. After a year, the poet finally could not forget her, and deliberately found her, but it was already a person who went to the courtyard empty, empty courtyard, only peach blossoms still smiled heartlessly, but no longer made people feel amazing, only deep fear. If you had been braver, wouldn't you have had a different ending?
People are saddened by the passing of spring. In fact, people are more shocked by the rush of time and the passing of youth. Reluctant but always helpless, such a mood, is it only an amorous poet who has such a mood?
A new song for a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion.
When does the sun set?
Helpless flowers fall, déjà vu swallow returns,
The small garden incense path wanders alone.
——Song Yanshu, "Huan Xi Sha , A Glass of New Word Wine"
Listen to a new song, drink a glass of wine, or last year's weather, familiar pavilions. When will the sun set again? The flowers fell, making people feel helpless, and the swallows that flew seemed to be old acquaintances. I paced alone on the flower-soaked path, speechless and unaccompanied, watching as the last rays of spring slipped away. For time, no one can say in a dashing way, walk slowly and do not send. But even if you want to stay, how can you keep it?
Youth is a feast, raising a glass, singing, dancing, and the people in it, happy and unbridled, do not think that one day it will also be gone.
Glass bell, amber thick, small trough of wine drops pearl red.
Cooking dragon cannon phoenix jade fat weeping, Luo Ping embroidery curtain around the incense wind.
Blowing dragon flutes, beating shrew drums. Tooth song, thin waist dance.
The situation is that the youth is about to fall, and the peach blossoms are falling like red rain.
Persuade the king to get drunk all day long and drink to Liu Ling's grave.
- Tang Li He, "Will Enter the Wine Glass Bell"
The wine glass is made of glass, the wine is amber and pearl red, and the glass is full of light, and you are drunk when you look at it. The cooked dragon (horse) meat and phoenix (pheasant) meat were served, and the sound of grease bursting could be heard, like a low cry. In the drapery made of Aya silk satin, the aroma is pervasive. How lively this banquet was, with dragon flutes, drums, and beautiful kabuki offering excellent songs and dances. It is already the dusk of spring, and the peach blossoms have fallen, just like a pink rain, which is very romantic. It is better to be drunk and rest, anyway, the wine can not be poured on the grave of the wine immortal Liu Ling, youth, is to enjoy the joy, mo leave regrets!
Youth may not always be the joy of getting together, and often face the pain of parting, making it difficult for people to let go.
Flowers like Yi, willows like Yi.
Hua Liu's youth parted, bowing his head and weeping.
East of the Yangtze River, West of the Yangtze River.
Mandarin ducks on both sides of the strait flew in two places and met at what time.
--Song Ouyang Xiu, "Sauvignon Blanc"
The flowers are beautiful, the willows are mian, just like your beautiful figure. The flowers and willows are young, but people want to be separated, and they can't help but bow their heads and shed tears. To the east of the Yangtze River, to the west of the Yangtze River, the Mandarin ducks flew apart, but they did not know, when will they meet again? Since ancient times, parting from injury is a compulsory course in youth, and how beautiful youth is, how sad it is.
We have said goodbye to one spring after another, but we just can't imagine that we will also say goodbye to the best time. The spring in the journey of life can be looked back, but there is no way back.
Outside the building, there are thousands of wisps of Yang, want to tie the youth, less live in the spring and go.
Like the willows fluttering in front of the wind, with the spring and where to look?
When the green mountains and rivers smelled Du Yu, they were ruthless, and Mo was also sad.
Sending wine to spring is silent, but it rains in the dusk.
——Song Zhu Shuzhen, "Butterfly Loves Flowers and Sends Spring"
The outside of the terrace is inextricably linked, as if it wants to keep the spring, but it can't keep its hurried footsteps. The willows flutter before the wind, there is nowhere to go, where will spring go? Green fills the mountains, everywhere is the cry of the cuckoo, although its cry is terrible, but it is a merciless bird, how can I understand the sorrow in my heart? Raise your glass and bid farewell to spring, which is silent, but at dusk, it rains a gentle drizzle, as if to say goodbye to me.
Youth bloomed like a flower, and at that time, we were busy rejoicing and intoxicating, and when it left, we found that we did not cherish the most beautiful time.
Tears wet lonely luan Xiao mirror faint, recently Fang xie regret youth.
The apricot blossoms and willows are good every year, and I can't bear to look back at the old photos.
--Don Zheng Gu, "For Man"
After losing a loved one, only tears are often accompanied, and when you look in the mirror in the morning, you also feel hazy. Every spring, how gorgeous the apricot blossoms are, the willows blow, everything seems to be the same, but the past can never be looked back! How many sorrows and joys, people want to forget, but can not forget, always sad.
No matter how beautiful the face, I am also afraid of the passage of time, and my youth is hurried, and I always say goodbye.
Reading the end of the world parting bitterly, not returning, zero flowers as promised.
The bottom of the flowers looked at each other without a word, and the green window was full of spring and sky.
Waiting to put the acacia lamp down, a wisp of new joy, a thousand strands of old hatred.
The most is that the human world cannot be retained, zhu Yan resigns the mirror flower and the tree.
——Qing Wang Guowei, "Butterfly Loves Flowers and Reads the End of the World to Parte from The Pain"
I have experienced the pain of parting at the end of the world, and when I did not expect to return, I saw that the spring flowers were scattered and there was very little left. Looking at his wife at the bottom of the flower, he was speechless. The spring of the green window is already late in the day. Under the light, I want to talk about lovesickness, a little bit of joy, but it evokes more piled up grievances. The most untenable thing in the world is the good face in the mirror and the delicate flowers on the green trees, which are beautiful but perishable, and people are sighing.
When we were young, we had a vigorous love, we had the ambition to move mountains and reclaim the sea, and after the baptism of years, we were infected with a few vicissitudes, we have long become calm, let everything go with the wind.
Reminiscing about the afternoon bridge to drink, sitting in the middle of mostly heroic.
The long ditch flows silently.
In the shadow of the apricot blossoms, the flute is played until dawn.
For more than twenty years, it was like a dream, although this body was shocking.
Idle in the small pavilion to see the new sunshine.
How many things in ancient and modern times, fishing sang three more.
——Song Chen Youyi, "Linjiang Xian, Ye Deng Xiao Luo Reminisces about the Old Tour of Luo"
Recalling the banquet on the noon bridge at that time, most of the people present were heroes Haojie. The moonlight reflected on the surface of the water, passing quietly with the flowing water. In the shadows of the apricot blossoms, the flute is played until dawn. For twenty years, it was like a dream, although I was there, I couldn't help but be frightened. After the rain, relax and climb the pavilion to enjoy the scenery. How many of the historical deeds of the past and the present have been sung by fishermen and scattered with the wind in the middle of the night.
Youth is gone, why should you be sad, go with it, let it come, since you can't stay, it is better to send it off and cherish the time in front of you.
Can youth be chased in dreams? I want to stumble on the verses.
Alcoholics only sleep, and honey wasps are lazy.
Peony cherries are swept to the floor, sideburns Zen tatami two forget the machine.
By virtue of the king's view of the Fa-realm, he washes away everything in the world.
--Song Sushi, "Sending Spring"
Can the lost youth still catch up? I wanted to write a poem that would keep the setting sun in the afterglow. After drinking, I just want to get a good night's sleep, the nectar is ripe, but the wasps are too lazy to pick it. The peony flowers and cherry blossoms were thanked, but I lay leisurely on the bed, and there was no gain or loss in my heart. I would also like to borrow from you the book "The View of the Fa-Rectification", and reading more of such books can wash away all kinds of troubles in the world. In fact, with such an understanding, it doesn't matter whether you read the "View of the Fa-Realm" or not.
Youth is fleeting, just beginning, and it is almost over. And cherish it, don't miss the time, don't miss the opportunity, actively strive for, and strive to be self-motivated youth, only more brilliant.
Advise the king not to spare the golden robe, and advise the king to spare the youth.
There are flowers that can be folded straight and folded, and there is no need to fold branches without flowers.
- Don Anonymous's Miscellaneous Poems
Please don't cherish the golden robe, please spare the precious youth time. When there are flowers that can be folded, it is necessary to pick and fold, do not wait for the spring to flower, and sigh at the empty branches! Time is not waiting for people, youth is only a whisker, if you blindly slacken off, it will be too late to regret in the future.
Youth, come and go in a hurry, when looking back, all kinds of memories are as clear as yesterday, which makes people feel a thousand emotions. Yes, although youth is short, it is the most dazzling time in life, the most unforgettable innocent era, even tears and sorrows, are so beautiful, it has become an eternal treasure in memory...
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories