Praise a powerful poem

Zhu Shi Zheng Xie (Qing)

Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.

After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.

Yu Qian's Ode to a Lime

A thousand hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burns casually.

Regardless of all the fragments, we should leave innocence in the world.

Wen Tianxiang: Since ancient times, no one has died in life, so take care of your heart and shine on your history.

Li Bai's Xia Sai Qu

It snowed in May, and there were no flowers, only cold.

Fight the golden drum at dawn and hold the jade saddle at night. I wish I could stick my sword in my waist and cut Loulan.

"Mulan Ci": Shuo Qi transmits gold, cold light makes iron clothes.