There are no seeds at home, and men should be self-reliant. ("The Poem of a Prodigy")
After studying law for forty years, there is a blue sky above Wusha.
Men want to draw Lingyange, and the first fame does not love money. (Yang Mingji Jisheng's "Poetry of Expressing Aspiration")
Every day when the cock crows, it is the best time for boys to read.
Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young. (Don Yan Zhenqing's Persuasion)
Mechanics, such as ploughing, can be supplemented by diligence.
But if you do too many books, you will get old. (Song Liuguo Academy)
The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age. ("Long Songs")
The prime of life no longer comes, and it will be difficult to wake up one day.
It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one. (Tao Jin Yuanming's Miscellaneous Poems)
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth.
You can fold flowers straight, don't wait until there are no flowers. (The Legend of the Witch by Tang)
Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday was great!
Yesterday has passed, and today is just a worry.
The world regrets yesterday, but does not feel that today has passed again.
Water gurgles away, and less time is spent in the sunset.
Don't wait for the Ming Dynasty to regret what you can do today. (Anonymous "Song of Yesterday")
Today after today, how few today!
If you don't do it today, when will it happen
Life is a hundred years today, today is not a pity!
If we wait until the Ming dynasty, there will be something in the Ming dynasty.
Write today's poem for you. Please start today. (Ming Mingjia's "Song of Today")
Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows.
Tomorrow will never come.
If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring.
Look at the flowing water in the east and the sunset at dusk.
What will tomorrow be like in a hundred years? Please listen to my song of tomorrow (Yong's Song of Tomorrow)
Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars into Wan Li.
If the wind weakens, it can still lift away the turbulent current.
Others are laughing at my big talk when they see my unchanging tone.
Fu Xuan can still fear the afterlife, but her husband can't be young. (Tang Li Bai's "Li Shangyong")