Sometimes I ride the wind and waves, straighten my muddy sail and cross the deep sea; The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold; There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is another village; The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; Mud is not stained, lotus is not demon; Perseverance, the stone can be carved; If young people don't work hard, the boss will be sad; It's a long way, Xiu Yuan Xi, and I'll look up and down; Sincerely add, stone open; Worry and fatigue can rejuvenate the country, and leisure can die.