It is difficult for young people to learn and grow old, and an inch of time is not light. -Song Zhu's "Accidental Success" Young people are hard to learn and grow old, and an inch of time is an inch of light. It is difficult for young people to learn and grow old, and an inch of time is not light. (Controversy: Young people are easy to get old but difficult to learn)

Before the sweet spring grass grows in the pond, the plane leaves in front of the steps have rustled in the autumn wind. In autumn, write about the scenery, sigh, cherish the time, and learn ancient poems early 100. Youth is fleeting, and learning is difficult to achieve great things, so cherish every inch of time and don't let it go easily. Before I woke up from the bright spring, the leaves of plane trees rustled in the autumn wind in front of the steps. Zhu (11September 3015 ~1April 23, 2000), on the 52nd line, has a nickname of Lang Lang, a small print, a dark word, and a number of Hui 'an, later called Hui Weng, also known as * * *. Wen Yi, also known as Zhu Wengong. Han nationality, whose ancestral home is Wuyuan County (now Wuyuan, Jiangxi Province), Jiangnan East Road, was born in Youxi, Nanjian Prefecture (now Sanming City, Fujian Province). Zhu Zi was a famous philosopher, thinker, educator, poet and representative of Fujian School in the Southern Song Dynasty, and he was the most outstanding master of Confucianism since Confucius and Mencius. Chu Hsi

Sigh the fleeting time, and waste time. If you want to send a book as far as the sky, it is difficult to sell it as old as night. There are talented people in the Jiangshan generation, and every leader has been working for hundreds of years. Ten years of ups and downs in officialdom, people spent ten Mid-Autumn Festival. It happens every year to get together and leave in a hurry. I want to study, my head is white, and the ape across the stream is crying. Now the light is off. This is not dark dust and bright moon, this is January night. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. I remember picking up Mr. and Mrs. Cui, bringing a reward, and cold food in Fengcheng. Think of the temples and bridges I have been to before, and this time I will go to see the bridges and temples to rebuild their love and affection. I went to the north the year before last and went to western Liaoning this year. Time will only make people old, don't believe in sentimentality, leave the pavilion for a long time, and tears will wake up easily. A poet can be heartless in thought, but he got nothing in those days. I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half-dead recently. Full of poetry books, wandering for many years is easy to be sad.