A poem describing the ups and downs of feelings and finally making it a positive result

The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.

Although it is hard, it is difficult to blow out crazy sand when it is not golden.

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.

Suspicious, no way back, there is another village.

Reading breaks thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god.

Where there is a will, there is a way. If you burn your bridges, you will end up in Chu. Hard-working people live up to expectations, and 3 thousand armor can swallow Wu.