What are the poems about the library?

There is no end to learning from the sea, and it is hard to make a boat.

The sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

There is a lack of ink in the chest, and poetry in the belly is self-glorified.

Birds want to fly high, they should flap their wings first, and people should study first.

If they are determined to think about their true character, they must work hard to study. < p