I made up a poem Although the morning glow is beautiful, it is short, and the short time needs to be

Although the morning glow is beautiful, it can be short-lived, and the short time needs to be cherished.

The sunset is not the sun, and the red color of the frost leaves is not spring.

Of all the criticisms, the greatest, the most correct, the most genius is time.

Belinsky. Time is the great teacher.

Burke: Time is the soil on which all achievements in the world are made. Time gives pain to the dreamer and happiness to the creator.

McKinsey: Time is the territory of the development of capacity and so on.

Marx: Those who forget today will be forgotten tomorrow.

Goethe He who gives up time, time also gives up on him.

Shakespeare. The industrious bee never has time for sorrow.

Blake: There's no way to get Shi Chuan to strike the hour that has passed for me.

Byron time is the least impartial, giving twenty-four hours to anyone; Time is also selfish, and it is not twenty-four hours for anyone.

Huxley: Any saving is ultimately a saving of time.

Marx's whole human skill is nothing more than a mixture of patience and time.

Balzac. Time is a great author, and it will write the perfect ending for everyone.

Chaplin.

The sunset is gorgeous and close to dusk, don't let the years go to waste.

If there are only four sentences, then the one, two, and four sentences of this seven-word poem generally have to rhyme. I'll give it a try too, and I'll laugh :

Although the morning glow is beautiful, the time is also like the sun.

Persuade you to work hard to learn from the sages and cherish the years.

Seek to be motivated).

I found that the landlord's two sentences were thimble, so I also continued down according to the thimble:

Although the morning glow is beautiful, it can be short-lived, and the short time needs to be cherished.

Cherishing youth is to work hard, and there is no end to it.

The main building is really very average.

The writing upstairs is a bit of a charm

Modern poem Wang Guozhen's "Tale of Two People": If you are a magazine Pleasing to the eye Then I am this magazine Deep and thick back cover The thick middle is the story of the two of us Full of our sorrows, joys, pursuits, hopes We are intimately connected These stories are so seductive If we are separated The seductive stories will be reduced in price "Remember" life will always be gray What is always fresh is the river of years Don't be sad and disappear with the sunset It is my figure If you understand the silence of the earth I also understand that when I have time, I don't know how to cherish it, when I know how to cherish it, there is not much time left, when I was young, I also longed for comfort, when I was old, I always missed wandering, life is not all joy, but memory is an eternal song.

Modern poetry: I remember the eyes of the crowd when I saw you, I thought it was God's arrangement, walked through, accompanied, loved, hurt, was time took away the emotion or the emotion did not overcome time, whenever in the lonely night, I always recalled the happy smile beside me, the warm and familiar greeting echoed in the ear, (shout) I don't want to be a stranger, not what I want, the pain makes me feel painful cry, has been echoing in my heart. Are dreams really going to break?

My heart has never been calm, and with that pain that is difficult to let go, I really can't let go of the temperature of your palm. The moment I left, let me wake up like a dream, it turned out to be your dear, I cheered up, I deeply knew that I could not do enough for you, maybe happiness is in our moment, the original heaven arranged our meeting in the dark, can start again.

Falling flowers intentionally follow the flowing water, and the flowing water has no intention of falling flowers.

The peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze, and the human face does not know where to go.

It's too late to write now.,There's sadness and love.。。。

Burning in flames is worthless.

Everything grows in spring, the autumn wind withers and the grass withers, cherish the time, don't let your youth waste in vain, and regret it when you are old.

Not bad. I have seen each other once with an interval of eight years, although their faces have changed, but each other's hearts and feelings are there, and confidants are also.

A hundred years of life is hard, and the elegance burns out and loses between your fingers.

If the years in the world are wasted, the rugged and bumpy road is lost.

Mei Ao's frost is fragrant, and the rising sun is still in the east.

Looking back on his previous life, he did nothing, and his heart failure withered.

Flowers are not red for a hundred days, and people are not good for a thousand days.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

The black hair does not know how to study early, and the white head regrets studying late.

du.An inch of time is an inch of gold, and an inch of gold is difficult.

DAO buys an inch of time.

The young Zhuang version does not work hard, and the boss is sad.

Flowers have re-blooming. On the right day, no one is young anymore.

The son said on the river: The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night.

Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.

Young people are easy to learn and old people are difficult to achieve, and every inch of time is indispensable.

The flowers can be folded straight and must be folded. There is no need to spend nothing.

In the green garden, the sunflower waits for the sun.

Yangchun Budeze, all things are brilliant.

Often afraid of the autumn festival, the yellow leaves of the yellow flower decline.

When will the hundred rivers return to the west from the east to the sea?

The young man does not work hard, and the boss is sad.

Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much!

An inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time.

The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night. Time is like an arrow urging people to grow old, and the years are like a young man.

Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.

The black hair does not know how to study early, and the white head regrets studying late.

An inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time.

If the young man does not work hard, the boss will be sad and sad.

Flowers have a reblooming day, and people have no more.

Right to the juvenile. The son said on the river: The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night.

Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.

Young people are easy to learn and old people are difficult to achieve, and every inch of time is indispensable.

The flowers can be folded straight and must be folded. There is no need to spend nothing.

In the green garden, the sunflower waits for the sun.

Yangchun Budeze, all things are brilliant.

Often afraid of the autumn festival, the yellow leaves of the yellow flower decline.

When will the hundred rivers return to the west from the east to the sea?

The young man does not work hard, and the boss is sad.

Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much!

An inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time.

The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night. Time is like an arrow urging people to grow old, and the years are like a young man.

When will the hundred rivers return to the west from the east to the sea? The young man does not work hard, and the boss is sad.

Generally not to make this statement, this sentence refers to the meaning of prosperity and ephemerality, the impermanence of life, a pessimistic, almost hopeless emotion of the world. Moreover, "beautiful flowers" refers to a glamorous wife, which is not suitable for students. If you cut it off, you can only use the phrase "like a flowing year" to cherish time.

Peony Pavilion [Mountain Peach].

It is like a beautiful flower for you, like a year of water. It's the answer to look all over the place, and to pity himself in the boudoir. Before turning the peony bar, it was close to the edge of the lake and the rock.

And you loosen the collar buttons, the clothes are wide, and the sleeves are slightly rubbed with your teeth, and you will be patient and warm for a while. It's that place where we have met, and we look at each other as if we have met each other, so there is no word about the benefits of meeting each other? This moment is convenient for people, and the grass sleeps through flowers.

Then the clouds are pointed, and the red pine is green. Seeing you close to each other, I can't wait for the meat to be clumped into pieces, and the rouge rain is fresh in the morning.

On the surface, it looks like a beautiful flower, and it is a very happy thing.

The years are just a helpless way for the inexorable passage of time, but they are like flowers for you, and they are like water flowing years, and when combined together, they imply an indifferent but bitter melancholy, light but undissolved loneliness.

Although it is like a beautiful flower, it will eventually grow old, time passes in a hurry, and what do you get by struggling? Doubts about oneself, helplessness about the years, and sighs about the world are all here.

Ming Qian Hetan "Song of Tomorrow": Tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows? I'm waiting for tomorrow, and everything will come to pass.

If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will go and autumn will come. Look at the water flowing eastward, and watch the sun fall in the west. How can a hundred years be tomorrow?

Please listen to my song of tomorrow!