What are some beautiful ancient poems about not being afraid of difficulties?

1. "Poems for Picking Lotus"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Chao

The sun rises brightly from the sand in the morning, and in the evening the clouds rise halfway across the river. .

I met the neighbor girl once, and we were not afraid of the wind while holding a lotus boat.

2. "Three Poems on a Difficult Journey"

Era: Tang Author: Li Bai

Ten thousand dollars worth of wine in a gold bottle, ten thousand dollars worth of treasures on a jade plate.

I stopped eating and threw chopsticks. I drew my sword and looked around at a loss.

If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.

I was fishing on the Bixi River in my spare time, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming of the sun.

Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now?

There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the cloud sails are hung directly to help the sea.

3. "Bamboo and Stone"

Era: Qing Dynasty Author: Zheng Banqiao

Stand firmly on the green mountains and not relax, the roots are still in the broken rocks.

After countless hardships, I am still strong, regardless of the wind from east to west, north or south.

4. "Seven Rules·Long March"

Era: Modern Author: Mao Zedong

The Red Army is not afraid of the difficulty of the expedition,

Thousands of rivers and mountains are just waiting.

The five mountains are meandering and the waves are flowing,

The Wumeng is majestic and the mud balls are walking.

The golden sand and water beat against the clouds and the cliffs are warm,

The horizontal iron cables of Dadu Bridge are cold.

I am even happier that there is thousands of miles of snow in Minshan Mountain.

The three armies are all happy after the passing.

5. "Recalling Qin'e·Loushanguan"

Era: Modern Author: Mao Zedong

The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are calling the frosty morning moon.

In the frosty morning and under the moon, the sound of horse hooves breaks and the trumpets sound.

The long road to Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning.

From the beginning, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.