Zheng Xie
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.
Limestone hymn
Yu Qian
A thousand hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burns casually. Regardless of all the fragments, we should leave innocence in the world.
Operator Yongmei Mao Zedong
Spring leaves in the storm; With the snow, it came back. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it.
Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.
Mo mei
Wang Mian
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Chinese plum
Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
It is not enough to know the snow from a distance, because it has a faint fragrance.
Say goodbye to the ancient grassland
Bai Juyi
The endless grassland on the plain.
One-year-old and one-year-old Rong.
Wildfire can't put it out.
The vernal equinox is coming again.
LZ, I racked my brains to come up with these poems. Please choose me as the best answer.