A beautiful poem about the passage of time.

1. A poem with quiet years 1. Time is extremely soft, witnessing the past of all our experiences. The vicissitudes of life are still the same, precipitating the joys and sorrows of life. Time is deep and the years are quiet.

2, the sun is warm, the years are quiet, you don't come, I am not old.

3, life is alive, which is lighter or heavier. After all, the waves are flat. Indifferent as water, smile at the time. Walking on a stranger will clear the ink for a lifetime. Years are quiet, but life is shallow.

4. Who remembers that flowers bloom only for fate? Even if the trees are cold in the future, there is no room for floating dust, singing about the prosperity of the world and talking about the peace of previous lives. Who forgot the past, looking back 500 times in previous lives, just for the meeting between you and me. The years are quiet and calm. After several years, I suddenly look back. I hope you still remember that innocent girl, the girl who smiled sweetly and beautifully.

On a cloudy and windy day, I leaned against the window and looked at it. Cutting a piece of paper warms people's hearts, dyes ink and flies, and the years are fragrant. May the years be quiet, Do not forget your initiative mind.

6. Time passed quietly, and I finally realized that the years were quiet and the loneliness in those fleeting years was so full. No one's sentimentality can destroy the high wall of youth. Some people are destined to leave each other. Meeting is just an illusion. We are all just lying to the fleeting time, because loneliness is loneliness, love is simple and life has always been dull. And those pale years, those unknown loneliness, are empty and absurd lies.

7, if the heart is glazed, the years are quiet, listening to the wind and watching the rain fall, a pair of eyes looking forward to love, will be quiet for a few years, all beings, who is the world of mortals, who is the gourd ladle; Tides rise and fall, and their origins end. Only the Tao is ordinary, not the most beautiful, but the most true; Let one embrace in all the stories peacefully, full of the rhythm of time, elegant and poetic, and read the thread of time quietly. In the first ray of sunshine in the morning, watching the sun climb over the ivy, a drop of morning dew moistens your eyes. No matter which flower blooms today, it is good that mountains and rivers can depend on each other.

8, the world of mortals, quietly guarding those times that are in touch with your heart. Live together, warm each other in the years like water. Writing always belongs to us. Keep lingering thoughts in your heart with the beauty you first met. Let the years pass and the world change. I smile, too. I have no regrets. The years are quiet, but I still miss you.

9. I often think that if one day, I am tired of the life of clothes and horses, I will find a small town with flowers and birds, just a porridge and a meal, and I am indifferent to foreign business. At that time, I was still the woman who didn't have time to smile, and you were still the one who was willing to accompany me to see the flowers, hiding a proper one in my heart and savoring the years in last romance.

10, you are the warmth of my life. The strings are ready to go, the fingers are no longer messy, and you are no longer sad when you step down. Silently chanting scriptures day and night, I hope our love can be cultivated into a positive result and a thousand years of reincarnation. Hope is just hope, vanishes and is no longer empty. Let's cherish it, let's listen to the flowers bloom all the way and watch the years get quiet. I hope that on the road of love, there will always be you and me, enjoying the beautiful scenery and stepping on incense all the way.

1 1, flashy 3,000, just be myself, I am safe with the world of mortals. In the dull years, a roll of heart petals is unfolded, and the book is overflowing. There's no need to hide it. Fingertips are gentle and quiet, tea rhymes with eyebrows and smiles.

12, the world of mortals flies, the years are quiet, and the days are like this, flat and faint, but also stumbling. In the long days, I am used to looking out at the sunshine from the wind. I am used to capturing happiness from oil, salt, rice, sauce, vinegar and tea. I am used to living on him.

13. Because of the sunshine, my world is soft and white. Time passed quietly, and I finally understood that the years were quiet and good, and the loneliness in the original fleeting time was so full. No one's sentimentality can destroy the high wall of youth. Some people are destined to leave each other. Meeting is just an illusion. We are all just lying to the fleeting time, because loneliness is loneliness, love is simple and life has always been dull. And those pale years, those unknown loneliness, are empty and absurd lies.

14, the chaotic world, I really want someone to accompany me and die quietly like a chrysanthemum. Look at the flowers in spring, the moon in autumn and the snow in winter in summer. In the evening, look down at the lights, sit in the halo of years and watch a quiet time.

15, I am nostalgic, some people have something, although far away, but it is still deep in memory. What if the tea is cold? Listening to the wind, smelling the dust, and hiding only the footsteps are also good times for a person.

16, cut an old time and let me live a quiet life.

17, savor carefully, life is just a dream. Turn around, the mountain is far away and the people are empty; In retrospect, the feelings are still the same, and the thoughts are still the same; Stop, the years are quiet and the world is still the same. Time flies, fleeting winds come and go, and the next season comes as scheduled. Who and who will you meet at the next stop? What kind of scenery will you encounter along the way?

18, the world is a practice, we are all flatterers, like a companion, but we never leave, silently caring, shallow caring, so we go to the depths of the years together. It is a tacit understanding that the world is stable and the years are quiet. Needless to say, I understand and so do you.

19, the years passed quietly, and some people left a splendid time in the years. The years are quiet and the memories are warm.

20, the world of mortals is noisy, and the years are quiet, which is a stable attitude towards life. Tianya is too far away, and the years are quiet, which is the intersection of hearts. In the quiet time, we will collect the warmth in the world of mortals one by one and turn them into ink-scented words. After a few years, we will continue to read it warmly.

2 1, the years are quiet, and I hope the world of mortals has no worries. The years are quiet and the memories are warm. The years are quiet, and I believe the most beautiful scenery is in my heart.

2. A beautiful sentence about 1 year. Time is passing quietly, and the years are running secretly.

The sun is going home, and the night brings the distance between the sea and the sky closer. My eyes are blurred, and I can't find you, leaving my crying through the night sky ... 2. Childhood is always intertwined in the gaps of countless years and rings in the future, which is very memorable, just like the kite that flew far away in my heart a long time ago. 3. Maybe in our growing years, we will never change, but become ourselves more and more clearly ... Looking at the sunset, there is an inexplicable sadness. Looking at the grassland in front of me, I spent a day in the sun, and as the night approached, I began to feel cool in autumn.

4, boiled, not sad or happy, to be a quiet woman away from the world, is a lifelong wish, but how can you stay away from the world, how can your feet not get wet in a big dye vat? Time is like a teenager, full of joy, and time is like an elder, heavy and stagnant. It's great to meet you in a season full of love, but it's a pity to meet you at the wrong time. In the dull time, I met the joy of a flower, but it was mixed with a sad atmosphere. 6, the world of mortals, time can not keep our youth, can not keep our vicissitudes of life, but the only thing that can be left is our best memories of those years.

7. Years are long, the world of mortals is like the wind, countless dull days, such a past, the reincarnation of countless seasons, and the years have carved countless wrinkles in my heart. Lonely as smoke, I miss you on lonely days, and you are like a warm, warm and lonely time.

8. The fireworks were so cold that they turned to ashes in a blink of an eye. Satin is so cold, like years.

Holding your hand, holding the happiness of your life. You said, love me crazy, I am your achilles heel.

You can't tell whether it's robbery or life. 9. Time is like water, and years are like lotus. When I am alone, I quietly guard this safe and smooth time and space. I am in an excessive, silent, quiet and unobtrusive dance, and talk quietly with the years.

Laugh, the world of mortals is picturesque, and I am happy. 10, my long-cherished wish remains the same. I cut the endless years and splashed ink into paper, thinking that I could firmly imprison the love of my last life and get a person's peace of mind.

I don't know, so carefully, I still lost the brand I wanted, and I was infected with a sense of sadness. Helpless, I lit an old incense and flipped through the yellow scroll. I suddenly woke up and knelt before the Buddha.

However, let me stretch out my hand in every way, but I can't stop the pace of time. 1 1, life, slow down, let the years not rush by, leaving a cup of golden sunshine; Let your tender heart be gentler, smile at everyone, and let us get together for a longer time.

12. Some people are destined to be a glimpse in a long time. There is no need to be sad or sad, just like quietly enjoying a meteor falling from the sky, from prosperity to decline, and then to fragmentation, leaving a lonely me and an unfinished dream on the vast land. 13, in the long years, we don't know how many feelings have slipped away in our minds and slipped through our fingers.

No one is perfect in life, experience paves the way for success, and wind and rain make resistance. 14, everyone is running around in the years and experiencing fireworks, which is actually a kind of growth.

Facing the scenery in front of us, the ups and downs of the Spring and Autumn Period, everyone is thinking about the life they want. After walking in this world, I found my own corner in this world, not for how to survive, but for a quiet life, exercising my heart and width with the taste of life.

15, some feelings, in the years, slowly melt away, no longer unforgettable; Some people, at the intersection, slowly go away, as if without a trace; Some things, over time, gradually calm down and no longer tempted. 16, years accidentally caught in the rain, which made my memory wet.

Time goes by little by little, as if to release his sadness. No one has ever asked him if what he has is all he has.

People will only blame him, saying that he left in a hurry and left no room. No one will know that he is sensitive and keeps people's memories in a place called memory.

People who only take it, do you think, should they stop and cherish it? 17, life, there are always many hurdles to cross, years, there are always many regrets to make up, life, there are always many confusions to understand.

Some things, let go gently, are not necessarily difficult. Some people, with deep memories, are not necessarily unhappy.

Some pain, take it easy, not necessarily experience. 18, I hope that the lush years rendered by time can't take away my young and frivolous self. I hope that my fingertips touched by the dust of the past can't keep my wild thoughts in my heart, and then meet someone indifferently and say gently that there you are.

19, through the years, through time and space, the past is fragrant, and the beauty of meeting is painted one by one. Follow your breath, sing a song of love in the city, dance hard, pile up true love, stare at each other, shed true feelings, whisper softly, sincerely pray, just wish, keep your words with a smile, and bloom in your heart. 20. After years and life, there are many feelings and sentiments in my heart.

Life is like a kaleidoscope, with ups and downs and interdependence. Maybe life is really unsatisfactory, but don't care too much. Life is like a dream, and time will not accommodate anyone. Learn to look down on everything.

2 1, I once loved you. In those years, you were a light in my dark world. Where you stand, there is a direction. I once blamed you. On the day of separation, I lost not only my lover, but also my only dream in that long time.

22, the vast sea of years, the intersection of sorrow and joy, life is always more peaceful and broad-minded No matter where you live in the world, you can't expect a broken heart.

Noisy emotions will make everything worse. The rules of life need to be careful, balanced or understood as appropriate.

I remember an old saying: If you are comfortable, your life will be safe. 23, the long years, learn to keep a simple heart in this world, live more easily, you will have a lot less trouble.

Life is full of scenery in Qian Qian, and we are always in a hurry. 24. Cherish the present and have no regrets in life.

Time is like fine sand in your hand, always slipping through your fingers. It is silent, but it always leaves some imperceptible traces.

Inadvertently, people get old in the long river of time. I realized that I was born here, always here.

3. A beautiful poem about the change of time 1. According to the eyebrows of the years, the wind of memory and the residual thoughts are flooding in this autumn.

2. Holding the hand of love in a cup of tea, the years that depend on each other and know each other in those words have already been marked by time, warming the most beautiful scenery in life. 3. I cherish the feelings of a bunch of years in my heart, savoring the Zen of every life.

However, despite the sadness, the autumn wind still comes as scheduled, and the leaves are still invincible to the change of seasons and the loss of years. 5. Sadness flows, but it can't hide the mottled years. Blue and white dreams are hard to open, and the lost elegance returns to the past. Those dreams are stranded on the other side of the fleeting time. 6. Singing the annual rings of the years, life is like a dream, and the joys and sorrows in the old story are interpreted. How many memories are destroyed and how many times pass.

7. The years are not alive, the four seasons are flowing, the mottled years are flying with the world of mortals, and the thoughts that are constantly cut are full of parting, quietly observing the fragrance of the years. 8. Flowers are like flowers, sighing for the fleeting time, playing with water, water is unintentional, flowers follow the current, years are at a loss, sighing that time has gone without a trace. 9. Wei Yun is lonely. Look, the flowers' hearts are broken. Listen, the years have passed. 10. The past is like smoke, and the years are traceless. How many memories are worth combing, how much time is worth pursuing, but I don't know how many times I dream of peach blossom.

1 1. Looking back suddenly, the years are scattered on the face of the season, mottled with memories, old and young. 12. Time flies, the years are inexplicable, and the lamentation is euphemistic. I am willing to wait with my life memory until the years are serious.

13. I really hope that time is a tree without rings and will not grow old in the change of seasons. 14. The memory of the years is like a small drop of water splashing on the dull notes of the years, dyeing mottled flowers.

15. The years that pass by in a hurry are like simple and beautiful Lu. Flowers and leaves that have withered are nutrients that nourish our hearts. 16. There is a sincere heart in that gentle eyes.

The lonely story in the wooden door has not been dusty by the yellowing years. 17. Read the goodness in the world, the ever-flowing water, the vicissitudes and tastes of the years, and the deep affection in your eyes.

18. Time flies, time flies. Only the lotus in the pond is pure and fragrant, and the flowers in the dust, she clearly shows her elegant demeanor for you, brushing away the secular life. 19. Missing in time is the warmth of love in the years.

Turn over a clear text, smile, and have the sound of running water in your heart. Looking at the handwriting of the past year, we will go back to the years when we loved each other and grow old side by side.

2 1. Time is long * * * The belief that we have walked together is the stability of the world. This affectionate hand-held fireworks will not live up to time. 22. A person has to go through many roads in his life to see all the scenery in the world, to fade away in the years and to position himself appropriately.

4. A beautiful poem with quiet years. A poem with quiet years, "Cut a plum and sail across the Wujiang River": a piece of spring worries about wine.

The boat rocked on the river. The curtains upstairs are closed.

Qiuniangdu and Tainiangjiao. The wind is blowing again.

The rain is rustling. When will you go home to wash the guest robes?

My heart is burning.

Time can easily throw people away. Cherry is red.

Green bananas. Time flies, time is like water.

Spring is easy to pass away and people can't catch up. Cherry is red, ripe, banana is green again, spring goes and summer comes. Cherish what you have in front of you and deal with everything with a positive attitude. Even if time flies, our life will be beautiful.

Poetry: Linjiang Pearl, singing and dancing. The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.

The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years. Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.

Draw a cloud, the shadow of the western hills, and the days will never end. Things have changed, and I don't know how many years have passed.

Things are different, only the railing foreign minister river flows freely, day and night. Over the years, in my life.

Don't care too much about joys and sorrows, ups and downs, years will not accommodate anyone, but learn to look down on everything. Yellow Crane Tower: A long time ago, a yellow crane carried a saint to heaven. Now there is nothing left but the Yellow Crane Tower.

The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years. Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.

But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. The fairy went to the empty building, only the sky was covered with white clouds, which lasted for thousands of years, but the world was boundless.

Blue sky and white clouds, Qingchuan sandbar, green trees and grass, sunset river. Unfortunately, the years are gone forever. Don't always sigh in the past, it won't come back.

We should improve the present wisely and devote ourselves to a better future actively and optimistically. "Picking Mulberry Seeds": Time only helps people grow old and does not believe in all kinds of customs. They wish they couldn't stay away from the pavilion for a long time, and tears drop into the spring shirt and wine easily wake up.

Last night in Wu Tong, the west wind was sharp, and the moon was hazy and bright, while in MUBI. Where are the tall buildings screaming? Time has been getting old, and I have never understood the sentimentality in the world. People grow old day by day and separate day by day.

Time flies, how can this not make people lament. Life is long, years are in a hurry, and there are always people coming and going; There is always something profound.

Let's cherish the beautiful time in front of us, run hard to embrace the sunshine and chase our dreams. Ying Huan: Xie Chunhong, it's too soon.

Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.

People naturally hate each other for a long time, and water flows east. It's raining in Mufeng, flowers bloom and fall, and time flies.

Looking back on the past, just like the river that died in the East, it never stops and never ends. Life is always ups and downs.

We don't have to feel sorry for the past time. Sometimes, when we are disappointed by the loss of spring, we inadvertently have the splendor of summer.

Only by feeling the bitterness of loss can we cherish the sweetness of today. "The title city is the south village": On this day last year, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off.

Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. Last spring, in this door, the beautiful girl and the bright peach blossom complemented each other.

When I came back today, the beautiful girl had already disappeared, and things had changed. Only the bright peach blossoms are still smiling and blooming alone. Time flies so fast that people are at a loss and have to look at the daze that once felt beautiful. Instead of trying to recall the past days, it is better to summon up courage to face the future life.

5. Ask for some beautiful poems to describe the passage of time. I can't see or touch it, but I really pass by people mercilessly and hurriedly.

In ancient poetry, especially in Tang and Song Dynasties, writing "water" is about time or mind. For example, "Confucius said Sichuan, the deceased is like a husband."

Li Bai's "How does the water of the Yellow River move to the sky and rush to the sea for no return" and Wang Zhihuan's "Mountains cover the day and the sea drains the golden river" all express an anxiety about the passage of time with the help of the endless rivers and seas. Time already exists. Everyone lives in time, but many people often forget the existence of time This is why people feel incredible about the passing time. This is why there are poems that lament the passage of time, such as "When a hundred rivers enter the sea, they go to the west".

There are many poems about the passage of time in ancient and modern China and abroad: Yan Shu's "Huanxi Yarn": a new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back? ? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.

Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. Shu Yun (Li Bai), a book that bid farewell to school in Xie Xian Building in Xuanzhou, had to throw me and Bolt away from yesterday.

It hurts my heart even more today! Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.

We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.

Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow. Jiao Shan (Li Shangyin) never tied a long rope, and the water went to the clouds to hate more.

Want to buy sea, a cup of spring dew is as cold as ice. Yang Shen, a fairy girl in Linjiang, rolled the Yangtze River eastward, and the waves washed away the heroes.

Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time. Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.

The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. I met an old friend and had a drink.

How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation. Li Yu's poem "Wu Ye Article": Xie Chunhong.

Too hasty. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears. Get people drunk.

When does it weigh? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. Wang Bojuan 55_ 12 "Song", Linjiang Pearl and Ming Luan sang and danced.

The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk. The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years.

Where is the emperor in the pavilion today? The Yangtze River flows freely outside the sill. If you don't come back in your prime, it's hard to wake up in the morning. You should encourage yourself in time, time waits for no one.

-Tao Qian, have you noticed that the Yellow River has flooded all over the world and entered the ocean, never to return? Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night.

-Li Bai's Journey to the Universe; Time flies, and generations have passed. -Li Bai "Life is like a blink of an eye, just suddenly."

-Zhuang Zihua is similar year after year, and people are different year after year. -Liu Xiyi Time flies and makes people old, but the sun and the moon fly like teenagers.

-Gao Ming died like a husband, and he didn't give up day and night. -Kong Qiu Tomorrow is tomorrow, and there are many tomorrows. I will wait for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted.

If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring. Watch the water flow eastward and the sunset at dusk.

A hundred years tomorrow can be geometric, please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia's "Song of Tomorrow") The Yellow River flows eastward, the white sunset is in the West Sea, and the passing Sichuan is drifting.

-Li Baihua reopened, and people are no longer young. -When Guan Hanqing washed his hands, the days passed from the water box; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl.

I realized that he was in a hurry, and when I reached out to cover it, he passed by the covered hand again; When it was dark, I was lying in bed, and he quickly passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day.

I hide my face and sigh. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh.

—— Zhu Ziqing's years are gone forever, and his career is hard to give up. The longest time is time, because it is endless, and the shortest time is time, because all our plans are too late to be completed.

Voltaire was lying in my bed, I heard the clock ticking, and I thought of you circling in the chaos-this is nothing new, flashback to the warm night-almost left a suitcase with memories, time passed-sometimes you described me-I went too far, you were calling me, I can't hear you-you say-walk slowly-I'm already behind-the second hand is released, if you get lost, you can watch-you will find me again and again, if you fall, I will catch you-I will wait again and again, if you fall, I will catch you-I will wait again and again to look at you through the window after your photo fades and the darkness turns gray-I want to know if you are okay, you say-walk slowly-I am behind. If you lose it, you can find it-you will find me again and again. If you fall, I will catch you-I will wait again and again. If you fall, I will catch you-I will wait again and again.

God may have given us different fates, but he has given us time to pass by at the same speed. "Swallows have gone, and when they come back, the willows are withered. When they are greener, the peach blossoms are withered. When they bloom again, our days will be gone forever." Everyone savors the time and engraves the traces of the years in their natural destiny and the efforts of the day after tomorrow.

I, perhaps including you, have been polished by life in the passage of time. Passing by in a hurry, there are no longer too many feelings singing back and forth in our hearts. We all become more mature, and our hearts become older than our actual age.

However, the innocence in life will never grow old. One day, she will appear in my dream as a young face, and in my memory, she will remind me of some regrets left over and over again in the past years. This kind of regret rubs my heart and makes me want to start over.

Is it just the pain of the past that we have to start all over again? I don't know.

6. What poems describe good times? 1. In the past, it was not enough to boast, but today's debauchery is endless. In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day. -From the Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao's After the Senior High School Entrance Examination

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The difficulties in life and the embarrassment in thought in the past are not worth mentioning. Now in to beno. 1, the sullen anger has gone like the wind, and my heart is really inexhaustible. I really want to embrace this nature. Riding on Chang 'an Road, which is full of spring flowers, today's hooves are particularly light, and I have already seen the flowers in Chang 'an unconsciously.

2, things are as short as spring dreams and human feelings are as thin as autumn clouds. Don't worry about hard work, everything has life. Fortunately, three glasses of wine are good, and a hundred flowers blossom. Laughter and blind date for a while, but it will rain or shine tomorrow. -From the Song Dynasty: Zhu Dunru's "Xijiang Moon, Things as Short as a Spring Dream"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: things are short, like spring dreams, fleeting. Weak human feelings are like thin clouds in the autumn sky. Don't care about your hard work, everything is predestined. Fortunately, I met three glasses of good wine and saw a new flower today. The short gathering is so cordial that no one knows what will happen tomorrow.

3, draw drums, faint and dawn. Time only makes people old. Looking for a happy day. Diao. Immortals are the pride of fishermen. Green water lasts forever. You have to be young to live. Don't be afraid to laugh when you are drunk. Must be channeled. When was everything on earth? -From the Song Dynasty: Yan Shu's "The fisherman is proud, and the dawn is faint in the drum painting"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: in the beautiful and loud drums, people don't know that the whole day has passed. Unlike the fleeting time, it will only make people grow old. You can enjoy a short happy time and discover the infinite beauty of the scenery in time. Sing together. It is a beautiful and moving "Fishing Song".

The green and clear lake is endless, and the clear sky is long and ethereal. How can life stay in adolescence? Don't regret that drunken laugh. What you need to know is. Nothing on earth will end.

4. Shao Hua hates you because he doesn't leave a teenager. When will you stop? When flying catkins, I went upstairs. Then Chunjiang burst into tears, endless and full of sorrow. -From the Song Dynasty: Qin Guan's "Spring Meat in Liu Yang, Xicheng, Jiangchengzi"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Beautiful youth does not stop at teenagers. When will the bitterness of parting end? Catkin flying, when I boarded The Upper Terrace, the flowers fell all over the floor. Even if the river turns into tears, it will never stop flowing, and there is still sadness in my heart.

Tomorrow the autumn wind will return to the spring breeze before it is urged. People are absent without roots, and Zhu Yan is depressed during the day. Advise you to drink with a smile. Life cannot be happy for a long time, and young people will come soon. -From the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's short song

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Today is not over yet, and tomorrow is coming. Just after autumn, spring is coming again. Life goes with the flow, and a beautiful face is always as fleeting as time. I suggest you smile and have a drink. It is impossible to get long-term happiness in one's life. Youth always passes quickly, and old age will come soon.