Poems that cherish life

I have two poems about cherishing life here:

Du Qiuniang advised you not to cherish the golden robe, but to cherish it when you were a teenager. When the flowers bloom, they must be folded straight. Don't wait until they are empty.

"Song of Tomorrow" Wen Jia tomorrow after tomorrow, how many tomorrows! Waiting for tomorrow every day is a waste of time. The whole world is tired of tomorrow, which will bring endless veterans. It's a long day today as dusk rolls east. What will tomorrow be like in a hundred years? Please listen to my song tomorrow.