An ancient poem describing hope

A cavity of blood is diligent and precious, even if spilled, it can become Bi Tao. -Modern Qiu Jin's "Wine"

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring

On the third night, the bitter rain will eventually clear up. -Su Shi

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. -"Traveling to Shanxi Village"

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. -Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"

The old horse lurks, aiming at a thousand miles. -Cao Wei Cao's "The Tortoise is Longevity"