What are the ancient poems and sentences that describe inspiring morale?

The ancient poems describing inspiring morale are as follows:

Wang Yue

Author: Du Fu

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.

The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.

Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket.

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

Tour of Shanxi village

Author: Lu You

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.

In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

I'm going to drink. I didn't see you.

Author: Li Bai

Have you ever noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return? ?

Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night. ?

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . ?

Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again. ?

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . ?

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly.

Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou Farewell Minister Shu Yun.

Author: Li Bai

Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind. ?

It hurts my heart even more today. ?

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. ?

The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. ?

We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon. ?

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.

See you at the first meal in Yangzhou.

Author: Liu Yuxi

The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years.

People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed.

On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.

Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.