Is there any poem that reflects the poet's many hardships and is not depressed in the face of difficulties?

Straighten my muddy sail and cross the deep sea. One day, I will ride the long wind and break through the huge waves.

The mountain blocked the stone, and the river flowed eastward after all.

Snow and frost dominate, and plum blossoms are still in the sun.

Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.

After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.