Quotes: 1. Most people want to change the world, but few want to change themselves.

2. There are no desperate situations in the world, only people who are desperate for their situations.

3. The reason why people can do it is because they believe they can.

4. There is no destiny that can be conquered without contempt, endurance and struggle.

5. Action is the cure for fear, while hesitation and procrastination will continue to nourish fear.

Tang poetry:

1. Lovesickness·Wang Wei

Red beans grow in the southern country. How many branches will grow when spring comes?

I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.

2. Changqianxing Li Bai

The concubine’s hair is first restored, and she performs a drama in front of the door.

The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.

Living together in Changqianli, the two children have no doubts.

Fourteen is a gentleman’s wife. The shame is not yet revealed.

He lowers his head towards the dark wall and calls out a thousand times.

On the fifteenth day, I raise my eyebrows and wish to be dusted in ashes.

How can I go to the husband-watching platform if I always keep a letter holding a pillar?

3. Picking hibiscus across the river

When picking hibiscus across the river, there are many fragrant grasses in the orchids.

Who do you want to leave behind? Thoughts are far away.

I still look back at my old hometown, the long road is long and vast.

We are of the same mind but separated, and we end up in sorrow!

4. Look at the moon and embrace the distance

There is a bright moon on the sea, the end of the world is at this time.

Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night.

< p>Extinguish the candle and feel the full light of pity, put on your clothes and feel the dew.

I can't bear the gift, but I still have a good night's sleep.

5. Jinse

Jin Fifty strings of the harp are unprovoked, one string and one column reflect the Chinese years

. Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart entrusted to the cuckoo.

The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in the blue field is warm and the jade produces smoke.

. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time.

Song lyrics:

1. Jiang Chengzi/

Ten years Life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely grave,

There is no place to express desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream, and I was dressing up outside the small window. Looking at each other without words,

only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.

2. Hairpin-headed phoenix

Red hands, yellow vine wine, and willows on the palace walls full of spring scenery.

The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, a cup of melancholy, and a few years away. wrong! wrong! wrong!

Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw.

The peach blossoms are falling, the pavilion is idle, and although the mountain alliance is still there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!

3. Sauvignon Blanc

One journey to the mountains, another journey to the water. Walking towards the bank of Yuguan, it is late at night and thousands of tents are lit.

As soon as the wind changes, the snow changes. The dream of broken hometown cannot come true, and there is no such sound in my hometown.

/ 4. Hua Tangchun

A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for education and ecstasy.

If we miss each other but don’t love each other, who will be the spring?

It is easy to beg for ointment to the blue bridge, but it is difficult to escape into the blue sea for medicine.

If you visit and drink in Oxford, you will forget your poverty.

5. Pine clouds on the temples

The pillow is fragrant and the flowers are leaking through the path. We met as promised and chatted after dusk.

The season is thin and cold, people are sick and drinking wine, shoveling pear blossoms on the ground, thinning in the east wind all night long.

Hide the silver screen and hang green sleeves. Where the flute is played, the tenderness of the pulse is slightly teased.

The moon is bright and red cardamom is broken. Does the moon look like that time, do the people look like that time?