What are some poems that describe "quality"?

"Ode of Lime" by Yu Qian of the Ming Dynasty

Thousands of hammers carved out the deep mountains, and the fire burned them as if nothing happened.

Don’t be afraid of being shattered into pieces, you must remain innocent in this world.

"The Road is Difficult - Part 2" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

The road is like the blue sky, I alone cannot reach it.

I am ashamed to be chased away from the Chang'an community, and the red chickens and white pheasants gamble on pears and chestnuts.

Playing the sword, making songs and playing with bitter sounds, dragging the train is not suitable for the king's family.

The market in Huaiyin laughed at Han Xin, and the officials of the Han Dynasty were jealous of Jia Sheng.

Don’t you see that in the past, the Yan family valued Guo Wei, and he supported Guo Kui and broke up the knot without suspicion.

Ju Xin and Le Yi are grateful. Liver transfusion and gallbladder dissection are effective.

The white bones of King Zhao linger in the vines, who can sweep the golden platform?

"Untitled" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.

Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.

When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.

There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.

Song Dynasty Zhou Dunyi's "Shuo on Love of Lotus"

The flowers of land and water are very cute. Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang, people have loved peonies very much. I only love the lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained, washes the ripples clear without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches.

I say chrysanthemum, the flower that represents seclusion; peony, the flower that represents wealth; lotus, the flower that represents the gentleman. Alas! The love of chrysanthemum is rarely heard of after Tao. Who can share the love of the lotus? The love of peony is suitable for everyone!

"Yueyang Tower" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty

In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Teng Zijing was relegated to guard Baling County. In the next year, the government will be harmonious and people will be harmonious, and everything will be prosperous. Then the Yueyang Tower was rebuilt, its old structure was added, and poems by Tang Xian and modern people were engraved on it. It belongs to me to write down to record it.

I watched my husband Baling Shengzhi at a lake in Dongting. It holds the distant mountains and swallows the Yangtze River. It is a vast and boundless river. The sunrise and dusk are overcast, and the weather is endless. This is the grand view of Yueyang Tower, which has been described by predecessors. However, it is connected to Wu Gorge in the north and Xiaoxiang in the South Pole. Migrant poets and poets often meet here, and the feeling of looking at the things is the same?

If the rain is falling, the moon is not open, the wind is howling, and the turbid waves are emptying; the sun and stars are hidden, and the mountains are invisible; business travel is not allowed, the rafts are toppled and destroyed; the dusk is dark, and the tigers roar and the apes cry. Climbing the tower, there are those who are nostalgic for their country, worried about slander and fear of ridicule, their eyes are full of desolation, and they feel extremely sad.

As if spring and the scenery are bright, the waves are calm, the sky above and below is a vast expanse of blue; sand gulls gather in the sky, and the golden scales swim; the shore is covered with orchids, lush and green. Or when the long smoke disappears, the bright moon shines thousands of miles away, the floating light leaps into the gold, the silent shadow sinks into the jade, and the fishermen answer each other's songs, how wonderful is this joy! When you climb the tower, you will feel relaxed and happy, forgetting your favors and disgrace together, drinking wine in the wind, and you will be overjoyed.

Sigh! Why should I try to seek the benevolent heart of the ancients or do something different from the two? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself; if you live high in a temple, you worry about its people; if you live far away in the rivers and lakes, you worry about your king. It means that you are worried when you advance, and you are also worried when you retreat. But when will you be happy? It must be said, "Be worried about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's happiness." Alas! Weisi people, who can I return to?

It was September 15th, six years ago.