Ming Yu Qian
A thousand hammers have been hewn out of a deep mountain, and the fire is burning if it is idle.
I'm not afraid of broken bones and muddy bodies. I want to leave my innocence in the world.
The limestone can be mined from the deep mountains after a lot of work, and it takes the burning of blazing fire as a very common thing. Even if it is shattered, it is not afraid, as long as the noble integrity is left in the world.
Second, "Baiyun Spring"
Tang Bai Juyi
Baiyun Spring is on Tianping Mountain, and the clouds are idle without water.
why rush down the mountain and add waves to the world?
Translation: Baiyun Springs are flowing on the mountainside of Tianping, and the white clouds in the sky are free to roll, and the springs are free to flow. Baiyun Spring, why do you rush down the mountain and add waves to the originally troubled world?
Third, "Cicada"
Tang Yu Shinan
Drinks the dew, and the sound makes the tree clear.
it's not the autumn wind that keeps you aloof.
The cicada hangs down its tassel-like tentacles and sucks the clear and sweet dew, and its continuous chirping comes from the sparse branches of the phoenix tree. Cicada's voice can spread far because of its height, not by the power of autumn wind.
Fourth, "Komatsu"
Don Du Xunhe
grew up in the grass, but now he is gradually aware of Artemisia.
when people don't know lingyun wood, they wait until lingyun starts.
The small pine tree covered with pine needles can't be seen in the deep grass, but now it is found that it has grown much taller than Artemisia scoparia. People in the world don't know that this is a tree that can soar into the sky in the future, and they won't admit its greatness until it has already soared into the sky.
V. "Painting Chrysanthemum"
Song Zheng Sixiao
There are not hundreds of flowers in bloom, and there is no shortage of independent hedges.
it's better to hold incense on the branches and die than to be blown into the north wind.
Chrysanthemum is in full bloom in autumn, never interacting with flowers, standing alone by the sparse fence, and its sentiment and interest are not poor. It is better to wither and die in the branches than to be blown down in the cold north wind.