The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.
No dam, no flow, no rest, no exercise.
Fuck a thousand songs before you know the sound, watch a thousand swords before you know the device.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Qian Fan crossed the ship's rail; Ten thousand saplings grow on the dead trees. )