Poetry 丨 is the most human world can not stay, Zhu Yan ci mirror flower word tree

Yu Hua said: There is nothing more convincing than time, because time can change everything without informing us.

Time flies, the years pass, the flowers bloom and fall, and people come and go.

All the landscapes and emotions in the world, in the end, cannot stand up to time.

The 9 poems sigh the years, may not live up to the years, the future can be expected.

Flowers blossom and fall, flowing years dark

Butterfly Loves Flowers

Republic of China, Kingdom Dimension

Reading the end of the world parting pain,

If you don't come back, there will be no flowers.

The bottom of the flowers looked at each other without a word, and the green window was twilight in spring and the sky.

Wait to put the acacia lamp down to sue,

A wisp of new joy, a thousand strands of old hate.

The most is that the human world cannot be retained, zhu Yan resigns the mirror flower and the tree.

What cannot be retained in the human world is the youth that has disappeared in the mirror and the falling flowers that drift away from the tree. The years are rushing, how many fanghua are crushed by the rings of time?

Time is like water, silent. How many flowers returned to dust, how many green silk turned white hair, suddenly looking back, I felt the disappearance of the years.

Hurried years, long and long, never treated anyone kindly, nor did they treat anyone thinly. If it is too late to be seriously young, then you may wish to choose to grow old seriously.

In the middle of the year, pass through sorrow and joy

"Song of the Cave Fairy"

Song SuShi

Ice muscle jade bone, cool without sweat.

The water temple wind comes dark incense.

The embroidery curtain opens, a little bright moon peeps at people,

People have not slept, and the pillow is chaotic.

Rise up with your hands, and the court is silent,

When you see the sparse star crossing the river Han.

How about the night?

The night has changed three times, the golden wave is light, and the jade rope is turned low.

But when the westerly wind comes,

And secretly stealing for many years.

She pinched her hand to calculate when the autumn wind blew, and unconsciously felt that the years were like water, and the years were changing darkly.

The world is like the wind of summer, always too late to discuss, so they turn away, do not know where to go, only cruelly leave a love, let people linger and wander in the story of the unknown ending.

The time gone away can make a person love to the end, and can also let a person have a heart that is not alarmed, which is the gift of the years, let us pass through sorrow and joy, and do not let the wind and dust climb up the brow bend.

Years are fleeting, and years are easy to grow old

"Water Dragon Yin Deng Jiankang Appreciation Pavilion"

Song Xin abandons the disease

Chu Tian is thousands of miles in autumn, and the water goes with the sky to autumn.

Haruka is far away, offering sorrow and offering hate, jade hairpin and screw bun.

Sunset building head, broken hong sound, Jiangnan wanderer.

Look at the Wu hook, shoot the railing all over, no one will, board the intention.

Hugh said that the perch can be drunk, the west wind is exhausted, and the season eagle is not returned?

Asking Tian to ask for a house, afraid that he should be ashamed to see, Liu Lang was angry.

It is a pity that the years flow, the sorrows of the wind and rain, and the trees are like this!

Qian He people call, red scarf green sleeves, tears of heroes!

Time is like water, sorrow, the country is like wind and rain, and the tree is like this, who can go in exchange for it? Let the red scarf green sleeve amorous singer wipe away the tears of the hero's loss of ambition for me.

For Xin Renjie, the saddest thing in the world is the passage of time, the unpaid ambition, and the failure to live up to the years.

The older we get, the more we realize that it is not that time is passing faster and faster, but that time is becoming more and more important to us.

Look down on the vicissitudes, laugh and talk for years

"A Cut of Plum"

Song Jiang Jie

A spring sorrow waiting for the wine to pour. The boat on the river is shaking, and the curtain is moving upstairs.

Qiu Niang ferry and Tai Niang Bridge, the wind is fluttering, the rain is xiao Xiao.

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 away, red cherries, green plantains.

Spring is easy to pass, so that people can not catch up, cherries are red ripe, plantains are green again, spring to summer again.

Flowers lag behind, only to feel the flow of the year. A lifetime floats for a moment, a journey of landscape and water for a year. The rest of my life is not so long, only time is rushed.

I only wish to love myself well, love those who deserve it, and give myself a satisfactory life answer.

Keep the flow of the year, look down on the wind and rain

"Xie Chi Chun"

Song Lu you

When he was old, he was once a prisoner of qi.

The clouds are high and the wolf smokes at night.

Zhu Yan had green sideburns and embraced the eagle Ge Xishu.

Laughing at the crown is always wrong.

The name of the dream is broken, but the pan boat Wu Chu.

Long sad songs, sad nostalgia hanging ancient.

The smoke waves are endless, where is qinguan?

Sighing years have become vain again.

Long song of sorrow, sadly hanging on to the ancients. The smoke waves are vast, where is the border pass? Sighing years have been wasted again.

Like Xin Renjie, when the ideal of killing the enemy and making meritorious achievements was shattered, looking at the vast and endless land, he could only sigh at the waste of time.

No one can turn back the clock and start again, but everyone can set off today to create a new ending.

Floating years, Wu Zi Qing Huan

"Golden Wisp"

Song Sima Hui

Concubine Ben lives on the Qiantang River.

Flowers fall and blossom, regardless of the flow of the year.

The swallows will go to the spring color, and the screen windows will be a few bursts of yellow plum rain.

Obliquely inserted rhinoceros comb cloud half spit,

The sandalwood tapped and sang through the wisps of gold.

Looking at the broken clouds, there is nowhere to be found, and the dream returns to the bright moon and nanpu.

Home is on the bank of the bustling Qiantang River, flowers blossom and fall, let the years pass. Now the swallows are about to take away the beautiful spring light again, and at this dusk, there is a gentle drizzle outside the screen window.

Fanghua could not stay, and the years had gone white.

I hope that after all these years, when we are all white-haired, we can all say a word: we once loved like this, so as not to live up to the good times.

After the prosperity, the quiet enlightenment flows through the years

"Picking Mulberries"

Song Ouyang Xiu

Ordinary life for the love of West Lake good, to embrace The Zhu Wheel.

Rich and noble floating clouds, pitching and flowing for twenty springs.

The return is just like the Liaodong crane, the people of chengguo,

New to the eye, who knows the old owner?

The riches passed like floating clouds, and before they knew it, twenty springs had passed.

As the years passed, we got used to being busy, accustomed to the traffic and the lights. Into the eyes of the dust, are all passers-by.

May your future life be: do not embarrass yourself, do not live up to the years. Time, thick and light, suitable for people's hearts, far and near peace.

Floating for years, looking forward to meeting with the king

"Send from Brother Gao"

Don Fanggan

The road is infinite, and where should it be.

The flow of years is not vain, and Huafa is incompatible.

Wild waves shake the moon, and the empty city rains the bell.

This heart goes with the horse and passes through the thousand peaks.

Don't waste years, otherwise it will be difficult to see each other again with gray hair.

In time, we sent away one relative and friend after another, and every time we said goodbye, we looked forward to the next reunion.

But hope is always lost with the passage of time. How I hope that we can seize the time well, do not waste the years, and then talk about the wine and live up to each other.

In the flow of years, feel life

"Water Tune Song Head"

Song Cai Shen

Under the leaves of the pavilion tree, the original chrysanthemum is yellow.

With high eyes full of autumn intentions, the season is close to chongyang.

Remembering Pengmen to the old age, a thousand rides on yuntun Pingye,

High Banquet Ancient Stadium.

Hanging the ancient theory rises and falls, look at the sword to lead the cup long.

Feeling the flow of years, thinking about the past, heavy desolation.

At that time, the handsome and strong half of the sitting room had withered away.

Sighing at the life of the ordinary, laughing at yourself now frost sideburns,

Drifting water cloud township.

It has been done in the name of the people, and this intention is paid for.

Time passes, and I feel extremely desolate when I think of those previous events.

Always after the passage of time, lament the past, those who left, how to live, those who have passed away, can never come back.

Time teaches us to grow, and those who leave will not come back. Lost love is hard to find. Now, only by cherishing can we not sigh again after many years.

We once longed so much for the waves of fate, and in the end we found that the most beautiful scenery of life is the calmness and calmness of the heart.

Everything in the ancient world flows in the east, and the long years will eventually make me not alarmed.

No matter how time passes, still smile at the sun, smile at the flowers, and smile for the rest of the time.

Time is like wine, and it is only right when it is thick and light.

The heart is like snow, and the distance is at peace.

Years flow like water, and the length is gone,

Floating like a dream, passing by.