Where there is a will, there is a way.

As long as you work hard enough, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle.

There is nothing on the brow, but there is a thousand years in the pen.

I have been talented and learned since I was a child, and I have high ambitions throughout my life. Others have swords, but I have a pen like a knife.

I have been too lazy to write books all my life, but I finished them quickly. The frightening wind roars day and night, and you can live in peace wherever you go.

When the paper falls, the wind rises, shaking the sky and seeing thick dew. What else can we do without painting and literature?

The pen fell in the storm, and the poem became the weeping ghosts and gods.

This is the correct answer!

I have the most! O(∩_∩)O~