150 words of honest ancient prose, I want to use it as hard-pen calligraphy content. Thank you.

Li Sao, a plain work, was born out of remorse. The upper class called it Di Ku, and the lower class called it Qi Huan. It describes the soup and martial arts of the middle class to stab the world. Obviously, the morality is broad and lofty, and the rule of chaos is consistent, which is simply invisible. Its words are subtle, its ambitions are clean, and its lines are cheap. Its name is small but big, and it has far-reaching influence. Its ambition is clean, so it is called. It's cheap, so it's unacceptable to die. Self-draining in the mud, cicada sloughing in filth, except floating dust, is not worthy of praise from the world and me. It is also well-deserved to push this ambition with the sun and the moon.