Poetry that encourages others not to be discouraged.

I understand your question as: people are still strong and optimistic in adversity. Su Shi's poems are mostly of this type.

1. Jiangchengzi hunting in Mizhou.

I said juvenile madness, which led to yellow on the left and pale on the right.

Golden hat, mink and fur, thousands of riding rolls and leveling posts.

In order to repay the people of the whole city for following my generous hunting proposal, I will shoot this tiger myself like Sun Quan.

After drinking wine, my chest is still open and my mane is slightly frosty. What's the harm! When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei?

I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun.

2. "Bor"

The thunder and lightning turned off at dusk, and the rain turned on, leaning against Cui Wei alone.

Hanging under the cloud, I came to the seaside happily.

The wild old man sang a rich language, and he wanted to banish the minister from the book.

When you are full in old age, you can specialize in anything.

3. Ding Fengbo

I often envy Yulang in the world.

Heaven should beg for help.

Self-purification songs spread white teeth,

The wind blew, the snow danced and the sea became cool.

The less time Wan Li has to come back,

Smile, when you smile, you will still bring beautiful fragrance.

Should Lingnan be bad?

But he said, this peaceful place is my hometown.

4. The night of crossing the sea on June 20th.

On the third night, the bitter rain will eventually clear up.

Who embellishes the clouds and the moon, the sky and the sea are clear.

In his spare time, Chaucer took advantage of music to get a general understanding of Xuanyuan's music.

I don't hate the narrow escape in the south. I spent the rest of my life traveling.

5. "Mianchi's memory of a son"

What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying in snow.

I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing.

The old monk is dead and has become a new tower. There is no reason to look at the old topic with a broken wall.

Remember whether the past was rugged or not, and the long road was full of people.