A thousand hammers cut deep mountains,
When the fire started, it was idle.
I'm not afraid of fractures,
Leave your innocence in the world.
Zhu Shi Zheng Xie (Qing)
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Mo Mei? Wang Mian (yuan)
The tree by Xiyan Lake next to my home,
Flowers bloom and fade with ink marks.
Don't boast that the color is beautiful,
Just keep it fresh and full of Kun.
These three songs have the same effect, but they were written by three people.