A poem about getting (good) grades without being proud.

One day, I will ride the wind and waves. Once I climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that I will raise the muddy sail and sail straight through the deep sea. Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and the other mountains are dwarfed under the sky. Wan Muchun mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating in front of the sick trees. Life experiences are ups and downs, and there is no doubt about the landscape. There is another village, and the blade is sharpened. Plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold without a little chill, how can it be fragrant? ...