The years do not live, and the seasons flow. The footsteps of time are silent, it passes inadvertently, spring goes to autumn, and youth comes and goes in an instant. Throughout the ages, thousands of years, how many literati and writers have written down these years in the vast years of life.
Ten poems lamenting the passage of time: I don't feel that the years are like arrows, looking at the spring and autumn!
Three Songs of Feeling Time (Part 3)
Don Fanggan
I don't feel that the years are like arrows, looking at the spring and autumn.
is sighing on the grass of the new mound, and then I see the old comb white hair.
Although it is clear that it is a dream, those who should return it will have no worries.
Breaking the life and death must be all things, who asks the firmament for the reason.
Sense
Tang-Qiu
Suddenly the butterfly dream in front of the pillow, and the famous dust after the leisurely sleep.
Infinite things in the Ming Dynasty today, limited life and death.
In the end, the fox is a cave, and the tortoise and crane raise the spirit.
Poor Yan Zi can news, and the empty room is the most true.
Sense of time one
Song-Chung
It is easy to be in love with the spring, and the world has changed one by one over the years.
Galloping horses and bending bows today, Ruguan deeply felt that he was wrong.
When I feel it, I have an appointment with Li Hongzhai
Song-Qiu Wanqing
Last year, the guests returned to the west today, and the back of the thatched eaves was exposed for another winter.
Although the years are urging people quickly, the compendium is calm for me.
The well-known Yan used thousands of poems, and he talked about drinking for a minute.
Morning and evening, the cane quinoa repairs the water, so the people have an appointment to obey.
The second Cao Xinmin sentimental sad rhyme is two
Former - Cheng Court-kei
Bei Ling is an old guest in the south of the Yangtze River, and the scroll is full of feelings.
The world has decided when the day is determined, and the chest is sometimes flat.
The Cangjiang River reflects the shadow of the flag, and the purple wind is sad and the drum horn sounds.
Today's marquis is always young, and he is old and arrogant.
Feeling a song
Yuan-Yang Weizhen
Top Gun eats cattle, why is the young man drowning?
Crazy song Mingfeng chats about masturbation, and the old school of dragon slaying has been suspended.
The old people of the Taige are all traces, and the boy of Lu Yan is all the marquis.
Sorrow to sit on the south floor of the sword, and the country is sad.
The weather is cold, rainy and snowy, and there is a sense of current affairs
Qing - how superb
Relatively vast, the side of the world is not wide.
The wind comes and the waves on the river are wide, and the snow is full of grass and trees in the mountains.
The side seat knows that Confucianism is heavy, and it is always difficult to climb the altar.
Luoyang sighed when he was young, and he was good at the right time to be safe.
The second rhyme and Wang Jun dreamed of the monk again
Qing - Zhu Tinghua
Looking at the disturbance of the ring, the strife touched the sandworms.
Swing the power to return to the sky, and hit the wind to ride the waves.
The curtain is strategizing and imagining, and the inkstone is an old hero of life.
The gold market is late, and the world is rich and empty.