Ask a poem, every part of the world has its own place, and it can shine everywhere.

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

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

On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.