It’s spring before I realize that I am reading.

Every inch of time is worth an inch of gold.

It is not Taoist people who come to make people laugh,

Zhou Qing and Kong Sizheng are pursuing.

Chang Ge Xing (Excerpt)

Han Yuefu

The sunflowers in the green garden,

The morning dew awaits the setting sun.

Budze in spring,

All things are radiant.

I am often afraid that the autumn festival is coming, and

the leaves of the yellow flowers will wither.

From the east to the sea, there are hundreds of rivers.

When will we return to the west?

If a young man does not work hard,

The old man will be sad.

◇The deceased is like a man, never giving up day and night (Confucius)

◇In life, if a white horse passes through the gap between heaven and earth, it will happen suddenly. (Zhuangzi)

One of the eight poems in "Miscellaneous Poems"

(Tao Yuanming)

The prime years will never come again,

One day It’s hard to get to the morning again.

Be encouraged in time,

Time waits for no one.

Encouragement to study

Yan Zhenqing

The lights are on at three o'clock and the chickens are on at five o'clock,

It is when men are studying.

Black-haired people don’t know how to study diligently early,

White-haired people regret studying late.

Today's Song

Wen Jia (Ming Dynasty painter in my country)

Today is today again,

How little today is!

A hundred years have passed since this day.

What a pity it is not today!

Ruo Yangu will wait for the arrival of the Ming Dynasty.

There will be Ming Dynasty affairs in the Ming Dynasty.

I will write "Today's Poems" for you,

Please start working hard today.

Song of Tomorrow

Qian Hetan (scholar of the Qing Dynasty in my country)

Tomorrow is tomorrow,

There are so many tomorrows.

I am waiting for tomorrow,

Everything will be in vain.

If the world is tired of tomorrow,

Spring passes and autumn comes, and old age is coming.

Look at the water flowing eastward in the morning, and the sun setting in the west at dusk.

What will happen in a hundred years?

Please listen to my "Song of Tomorrow"!

From hundreds of rivers to the sea,

When will you return to the west?

The sun and the moon have passed,

It cannot be pursued again!