Verses describing invincibility
If you change today, you will not be inferior to others tomorrow, but if you look up to it for too long, you can grow taller.
The today you waste is the tomorrow that the people who died yesterday are longing for; the present you hate is the past that you can never get back in the future.
Grasp these seven letters, go round and round, cherish every day, and you will have a life without regrets
A very domineering poem
The most famous poem in China The verses (insightful, hearty, and dripping) are as follows: I smile to the sky from the horizontal knife, leaving behind the liver and gallbladder.
Strengthening the mountains and overwhelming the world
All things are there to nourish people, but people have no One virtue can be repaid to heaven.
Gold is like dung, and liver and gallbladder are as hard as iron.
He rides his horse across the cliff, and bends his bow to shoot at the moon. , drank all the blood of Qiu Hu.
He came to the Central Plains generously, not for Qiu Hu, but for kindness.
I just felt that the sky was shattered, and I wanted to save Yuanyuan with my bare hands. /p>
For ten years, I have been wearing my hair in a bun, and the mountains are like sick apes.
I am still suffering without fulfilling my ambition, and there are crying marks everywhere in the southeast. The country's clothes and clothes were lost to the Rongdi, and the heroes of the Central Plains returned to our country.
A family of seven Jinshi, a father and a son who visited the flowers three times.
The ambition is to eat the meat of the barbarians, and to laugh and drink when they are thirsty. The blood of the Xiongnu has gone out of my generation, and when I enter the world of rivers and lakes and destroy the emperor's hegemony and talk and laugh, I will be drunk tonight.
I will be a hero in life, and I will be a ghost in death.
The boundless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.
Think of the time when the iron horse could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
No matter how strong it is, the breeze blows over the hills. Let it flow horizontally, and the moon will shine on the river.