The slogan of the ancient poetry contest is beautiful.

1, hard work and perseverance, let the east, west, north and south wind. -Zheng Banqiao

2, the sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and the birds fly. -"Ancient and Modern Poetry"

3. Encourage in time, and time waits for no one. -Tao Yuanming

4, every day is updated, and the sound and dust soothe the silence. -Xie Lingyun

5, chasing music is still encouraging, so don't be surprised when you get old. -Lu you

6. Xue Ruifei went to Qiong Yao, and the plum blossoms clung to each other; It belongs exclusively to Sanchunkui and has profound Taiji principles. -Zhu's "Four Seasons Reading Song"

7. Take it from the big picture and accumulate over time. -Su Shi's "Jia Shuo Song"

8, Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement. Just as the capacity of the earth can be accommodated, a gentleman must constantly cultivate his own virtues to shoulder the world. -Zhouyi

9, perseverance, rotten wood can not be carved. Perseverance, the stone can be carved. -Xunzi's "Encouraging Learning"

10, once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky ...-Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"

The slogan of "Ancient Poetry Competition" is that a sailing tourist will talk about Japan and what water and fog are hidden in inaccessible places. But when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths. On the straight line to heaven, its peak enters heaven, located at the top of the five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow on China. The terrace of Paradise stretches for 100 mile, and starts to extend to the southeast here. My heart and my dream are on Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu and Mingyue overnight. Xie Caotang is still there, and the monkeys sound green. Sunny ocean, sacred space cock. Thousands of turns, flowers seduce me, stones comfort me. The day suddenly ended. Bears and dragons raged on mountains and rivers, disturbing forests and making mountains tremble. Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog. God of thunder and lightning, the hills are crumbling. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace. The tiger is their pipa player, and the phoenix is a dancer. Like Ma Tian, there are rows of fairy figures. I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh. My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived. This is the consistent way of human happiness. Everything always flows to the east like water. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and high office? They never want people to see a sincere face!