Morning language in poems

When the sun rises in the morning, it is bright outside the window

If you don’t say it clearly, you will know how to stop

The prime years will never come again, and it is difficult to get up again in one day. Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one. Tao Yuanming

Morning fragrance condenses in quiet words

Thinking about the moon reflecting in the birch forest

The golden years in the morning are as beautiful as dreams

Looking at the years with a smile as you enter the Qiong Tower

The clear dew flows in the morning, and the new tung trees are introduced for the first time.

Starting in the morning to conquer the Duo, the travelers mourn their hometown.

Wen Tingyun's "Morning Journey to Shangshan"