Tang Bai Juyi
boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season,
wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind.
sweet they press on the old high-road, and reach the crumbling city-gate,
o Prince of Friends, you are gone again, I hear them sighing after you.
Zhu Shi
Zheng Banqiao
insisted that the green hills were not relaxed, and the roots were originally in the broken rocks.
you're still strong after thousands of blows, and you're free from the east, west, north and south winds.
"Ode to Lime"
Yu Qian
struck the mountains with a thousand blows, and the fire burned like nothing.
I don't care about all the pieces. I want to leave my innocence in the world.
operator Yongmei
Mao Zedong
Wind and rain send spring home,
flying snow welcomes spring.
It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff, and
there are still beautiful flowers.
Qiao doesn't fight for spring,
Only spring comes.
when the flowers are blooming,
she laughs in the bushes.
A determined poem is already a cliff full of ice, and there are still beautiful flowers.
Wen Tianxiang
After a hard time, there are few stars around.
the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and the life experience is ups and downs.
fear is said on the beach, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
since ancient times, no one has died, so take the heart of Dan to shine on the history.
that should be enough, right?