Write a poem in time 5 and write a poem in time

Time flies.

In the torrent of years.

What is submerged is our past.

You say that the years will not stop for anyone.

You say we shouldn't be younger.

But do you know?

Under the giant wheel of years.

The only thing left is the past that you and I have been with.

You said distance wouldn't be an issue.

But time will not be eternal.

If you want to leave, I can't keep it.

On the most beautiful afternoon, I want to quietly watch you travel.

Let's take it one step at a time.

Time flows little by little.

The most beautiful is still the past.

Can you go back.

Look at me who stayed where I was and couldn't travel far.

I stay in the depths of our memory.

Never leave again.

I am willing to fold my wings for you.

Please, come back again.

I buried the acacia in the ground.

I irrigated with tears all the spring.

In summer it grows into an acacia tree.

A tree of flowers is waiting for you.

In autumn, the flowers leave the branches.

My thoughts have grown into a red acacia bean.

Standing at the top of the tree, I kept looking at the path outside the village.

From morning to night, from sunrise to dusk.

I forgot all the vows.

I just remember that you said you would definitely come back.

Just for your words.

I started waiting endlessly.

But you've finally broken your promise.

I waited until the second year the flowers bloomed and the third year fell.

In the fourth year, fruit is produced, and in the fifth year, the flowering period is passed.

But there's still no news from you.

O dear man.

How could you keep me waiting so long.

You have forgotten my affection for you.

But to this day, I am not confused, but I still believe that you will definitely come back.

The whole poem Spring, Summer, Autumn, Morning, Night, Second Year, Third Year, Fourth Year, Fifth Year, Today, Even the Flowers Bloom, the Flowers Fall, the Flowering Period, and the Fruits and Not Confused, in fact, they all speak of time).

For hardworking people, time is money;

For the lazy, time is like dung.

Time is selfish, and he only stays on the diligent man;

Time is fair, and he will not pity the lazy.

Time is like a ghost.

Constant urgency on me.

It is like the water of a river firmly netting fish and shrimp.

Never lose sight of time.

Like a sandstorm.

Overwhelming fills all the voids.

Never miss time.

Like a tornado.

Vicious and ruthless, it does sweep away everything.

Swept away my self-confidence.

Never give up on time.

Like a loving father.

Open your arms to soothe lost migratory birds.

Let the warriors recharge their batteries in the harbor.

Never give up on time.

Like Yan Mu.

Always warn me.

Cherish your time.

Create time to keep up with the times.

Never waste time.

Time

Time is a cotton flower, full of crystal teardrops.

There are those who rejoice, there are those who rejoice, there are those who are painful, and there are those who are sad.

Cotton is not a flower, it is greater than a flower!

The purity and flawlessness of a flower bring much warmth and warmth to life.

Time is a white cloud, drifting in the sky of years.

It was a palette of blue skies, sometimes dipped in morning clouds and sunset.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, morning, noon and night.

**Not a concern to look up to? Time is white snowflakes.

Floating down in the sky of life, is it the angel of plum blossoms?

It was the flower of the soul that was flying. Embraced us.

Embrace our home. I hold you in my heart.

Become the fragrance of pearls.

"Picking Mulberries".Song Yanshu. Time only relieves people to get old, they don't believe in affection, they hate to leave the pavilion for a long time, and teardrops are easy to wake up.

Wutong last night the west wind was urgent, the light moon was hazy, good dreams were frightening, where was the sound of high-rise geese?

Time is always ruthless, unable to understand the lovesickness and love of lovers, time takes away the beautiful past, but we can only be sad here.

Time is ruthless, but people have love, when the good passes, we treat it indifferently, and engrave the memories in our hearts, which is also a kind of love.

The poems of time are as follows:

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

Translation: The so-called when you are young and strong do not work hard, and when you have gray hair, it is futile to study, and it is futile for the sad ants to hold the wound and be sad.

Appreciation: When he looks back on the years that have passed, he does not regret that he wasted his time, nor is he ashamed of not accomplishing nothing; In this way, when he is about to die, he can calmly say: I have devoted my entire dull life and all my energy to the most magnificent cause in the world - the struggle for the liberation of mankind.

2. Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much. I'm going to live tomorrow, and everything will come to pass.

Translation: Tomorrow and tomorrow, tomorrow is so much. If you only wait for tomorrow every day, then you will only spend time and achieve nothing.

Appreciation: This poem mentions "tomorrow" seven times, exhorting the lost world to cherish every day and live in the present, and not to wait forever for tomorrow and waste time. The meaning of the poems is simple, the language is clear as words, the reasoning is easy to understand, and it is very educational.

3. Reading is not aware of the deep spring, and every inch of time is golden.

Translation: Concentrate on reading, and before you know it, spring is almost over, and every inch of time is like an inch of **precious.

Appreciation: This is the poet's perception naturally triggered by the first narrative, and it is also the immortal motto left by the poet to future generations, which has been encouraging people, especially readers, to cherish time, pay attention to knowledge accumulation, and constantly enrich and enrich themselves.

Time is like a small carriage that can't be stopped, speeding past us. I just grabbed it, but it slipped through my hand again. Time was like a naughty little child, and I was still running on the playground, and it pulled me back to the classroom.

I was still dreaming, and it woke me up again.

Time is like a magician, and in a moment he pulls out a sun from his pocket, and night turns into day. After a while, he took out a black pen from his pocket and scribbled in the sky, and the day turned into night.

Time is like a beautiful meteor, gone forever, there is a Scud who wants to go back to yesterday, is it possible? Maybe he flew to America by rocket, maybe it was last night, maybe he went back to yesterday in his dreams, maybe he traveled through time and space, maybe he ......

Poems about time Modern poems are as follows:

1. When the years become a look back.

When we are young, we always feel like years when we miss someone; When we are older, when we look back on the past, we feel that every year of our life is like every day we have spent. In the past, we often felt that many things were always the same, and life was slow, and time passed quietly without even noticing.

Later, it was not until we looked back on the years that we felt the vicissitudes of life several times. Time is not visible to some extent, because you only see the present and do not think of the future; At the same time, time is constantly changing, because once the years of your life have become history, you can never start from scratch.

2. Time. As soon as I was quiet, I realized that time was not far away from me, but slowly approaching me. So I started from this quiet place, trying to organize myself into what life should be.

But I'm always worried that I've messed up time by tidying myself up, and time still seems to be as naughty as I remember. It likes to be blindfolded from behind. But I'll just call out its name.

3. It's not that time is ruthless.

It's not that time is ruthless, it's just that many people care too much about their situation; Despite the vicissitudes of time, I can still feel young in my heart. Although the passage of time has changed life a lot, although the phenomenon of life is very different from what it used to be; But yesterday can still be remembered, and today our lives are still full of sunshine.

Don't lament the years anymore, what should have passed is always to pass; Let's keep the good life in our hearts and cherish every life today with a peaceful mind, and you will find that every time in your life is very full of feelings.

4. Death row prisoners of time.

Time has been chasing me. Isn't it, if I really can't run, please don't blame time for being too cruel, there will always be a time when I stop, and that must not be the end of the journey of love. I'm just a death row prisoner for time, trapped on the road, and time is just going to take me away from you.

5. Talking. Slowly and quietly slipping away, forget, where? No more patience.

Impetuous, the type clan even took away the time to read a book for a while? Holding the mobile phone and looking at the computer, the more I can't stand it. Numbness, self-indulgence, irritability, and in the end, I don't even have time for a song.

I want to ask myself what's wrong. I do not know. I don't want to ask either.

But I understood it in the time I picked up the book and read it quietly.

Time is a pair of scissors.

Wang Jingzhi's time is a pair of scissors, life is a brocade, cut off section by section, and when the cut is finished, a pile of rags will be burned.

Time is an iron whip, and life is a tree and a flower, shot down one by one, and when it is finished, it will step the ground into the mud and sand.