Original text:
High-powered tactics spread cold, and the drums in winter and winter forced sleep.
Autumn night is getting hungry, and a cup of yam enters Qiongmi.
The tall buttonwood rattled and a chill came. I became interested in reading, and suddenly fell asleep while listening. The autumn night is long and hungry, and it is difficult to study again. A cup of yam and potato porridge is better than that delicious food.
2. The Tang Dynasty calligrapher Yan Zhenqing's Persuasion Poems.
Original text:
Every day when the cock crows, it is the best time for boys to read.
Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young.
Midnight is the best time for boys to study every day. When they are young, they should know how to study hard and study hard. But if you only play and don't study hard, you will regret why you didn't study hard when you were young. I didn't regret why I didn't know to study hard when I was young until I was old.
3. Song Dynasty poet Lu You's "Reading in Winter Night"
Original text:
The ancients learned nothing, and it takes time to grow old.
What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.
The ancients spared no effort in their studies, and often achieved nothing when they were old. After all, the knowledge gained from books is not perfect. If you want to understand the truth deeply, you must practice it yourself. 4, "Reading Poetry" Tang Dynasty poet Han Yu
Original text:
Not many people study, but people who think of others are unknown.
Enough is enough, so don't learn. You can't study if you have enough.
I'm afraid I don't read much, and I'm afraid I can't understand reasoning. I'm afraid I think I'm qualified not to study, but I'm afraid I won't continue now that I've studied.
5, "Guan Shu" Ming Dynasty poet Yu Qian
Original text:
My feelings for books are like friends for many years, and there will always be sadness or joy in the morning and evening.
In front of countless words, there is no worldly thought in my heart.
Fresh ideas emerge one after another, like the wind in the east wind, flowers are new.
Roaming the golden saddle, the dignitaries are still lamenting that it is hard to find a product, and they don't believe that there is no spring scenery in this study.
My feelings for books are like friends for many years. Sooner or later, I am always accompanied by sadness or happiness. After browsing countless words in front of me, there is no earthly worldly distractions in my heart. Fresh ideas emerge one after another, just like flowers and willows in the east wind. After walking through the golden saddle, the dignitaries are still lamenting that the trace is hard to find. I can't believe that there is no spring scenery in this study.