A collection of famous people's works "Men should strive for self-improvement without seed" comes from Wang Zhu's poem "Learning from Young Children". The author, Zi, is from Ningbo. He was a famous scholar in the Northern Song Dynasty. The poem of a prodigy written by him is an enlightening book with wide influence. Learn poetry from Mongolian children (see the seventh sentence) Tian Zi's article teaches that everything is inferior, but you must study hard if you are young. Articles can fill the stadium. Zhu Zigui is a scholar, teaching children how to use poetry and books, but teaching virtuous people will always win the field and educate their children to read. There is a golden jade childe in the book, who was taught by Huang En to eat Tianlu's adopted son. Don't be afraid of being poor at home, there are pens everywhere. At the age of seven, Dont Ask For Help should be a child prodigy, born with my intelligence and talent. Why do the pilgrims worship the harem and go to the emperor's hall at dusk, because Tian Shelang will be a seedless person. Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets his mind to it. People were not strong in the past. Once upon a time, Confucianism was poor. Now, riding horses and chariots, the villagers lament that their adopted son taught poetry books to scrape mirrors and grind sand. If you want to learn, you must take the exam with your heart. When your parents are not old, they will try to hang up their clothes. Yesterday, Yao Jie tried to hang up his green robe and went home. Before, the old party believed in high school. Go straight to the moon and let the girls in Gui Xiang Flower Street compete for the green skirts. Lang's shirt is as long as sweeping the floor. Just shake the wind. Paying homage to the son of heaven is ambitious. A prodigy's shirt is short-sleeved. The spring breeze has made a big fuss. I didn't go to the son of heaven to pay tribute to him first. In the spring of March, the horseshoe is full of flowers. Someone is watching me on the flat ground. On the ladder, it is warm, floating in the golden palace, and the wind moves the jade. Except for a rare butterfly in the palace, the owner of the swallow in front of the hall is poor, with nothing but poetry, piano, chess player, wind, flowers, snow, moon, fame, wealth and wealth. The fairy's past is like a dream, and the fleeting time is just unbearable. Spring rain dusk, it's worth it. The spring rain is continuous, urging the residual flowers to empty. I don't know if the gesture of spring is still raining. Everyone is the frost of Wujiang River, and the cold and clear smoke flies over the water, loving the sky, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Writing the words of lovesickness is like a silkworm. He Yong's thousand bows are not strong because of the wind, and it is easy to reach the court with a seven-inch tube. The fragrant mercury smoke is a Fiona Fang piece, but the purple stone is a strange inkstone, without a trace of beauty, which is annoying. What you get and what you get are things that others can't avoid. You can't change your mind. You won't kiss a stranger. There is no reputation in the world, and mountains are as heavy as the sea. Don't burn out the wind and fire The mountain is not far away. Watching the mountains all day long. There are mountains everywhere. Tourists are unknown. On the ninth day, Longshan drank yellow flowers, laughed at courtiers, drank the breeze, dropped his hat, and danced and loved the bright moon to support people. One day this year, one day a year ago, things were different and desolate. A hundred years should be the same as a hundred years.