What inspirational ancient poems are there?

Mo Tao's slanderers are as deep as waves, and Mo Yan's guests are as heavy as sand.

Although it is hard, it is difficult to blow out crazy sand when it is not golden.

Don't say that gossip is as deep as a torrent and people can't get away from it, and don't say that people who are relegated will sink forever like mud. Gold panning needs to be filtered thousands of times. Although it is hard, only when the precipitation is exhausted will the shining gold be revealed.

2-green? Bamboo stone in Zheng Banqiao

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.

I firmly believe that Qingshan is not relaxed, it is deeply rooted in the crevices. After many trials and tribulations, the bones are still strong and can blow the east and west and the north and south winds.

(3)-Han Yuefu Long Songs

The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?

A lazy youth, a lousy age.

When can a hundred rivers run to the sea and return to the west? If young people don't work hard in time, they will only regret it for a lifetime when they are old.

(4)-Tang Dynasty? Yan Zhenqing's Persuasion

Every day when the cock crows, it is the best time for boys to read.

Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young.

Midnight is the best time for boys to study every day. When I was a teenager, I only knew how to play and didn't know how to study hard. When I was old, I regretted why I didn't know how to study hard when I was young.

(5)-Seven Songs of Military Service (4) by Wang Changling in Tang Dynasty.

There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.

Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

Qinghai Lake is covered with dark clouds, and the continuous snow-capped mountains are bleak. Yumen, the ancient city of frontier fortress, is a grand pass, thousands of miles away, facing each other from afar. The soldiers guarding the border have been through many battles, their armor is worn out, their ambitions are immortal, and they will never return to their hometown until they defeat the invading enemy.