Night light, five chickens,
It's time for men to read.
Black hair didn't know to study hard,
Bai Shoufang regrets studying late.
Song of Tomorrow is about money and happiness.
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.
Watch the water flow eastward and the sunset at dusk.
What will tomorrow be like in a hundred years? Please listen to my song tomorrow.
"Long Songs" Guo Song Mao Qian
The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Zhou people in Zhouyi
Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement; The capacity of the earth is limited, so a gentleman must constantly cultivate his own virtue to undertake the world.
"It's hard to walk" Tang Libai
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
Travel is hard.
Travel is hard.
Don't go astray! Where to go today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.