Fan Zhongyan, Du Fu and Ouyang Xiu's Poems Concerning the Country and the People

For convenience, I will briefly summarize some sentences:

Fan Zhongyan:

Suffer hardship first, enjoy it later; Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later; be the first to bear hardships and the last to enjoy comforts; be concerned about affairs of the state before others, and enjoy comforts after others; be the first to be concerned with state affairs and the last to enjoy oneself

The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.

The tube is full of frost, people don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.

This country suffers from more than a lack of population.

My family is poor and persistent, and I am hungry for reading.

If you live high in the temple, you will worry about the people, and if you live far in the rivers and lakes, you will worry about the king.

Holding the distant mountains, swallowing the Yangtze River, boundless; The sun sets in Zhao Hui, and it's full of weather.

Du Fu:

Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.

After three months of war, a piece of news from home is worth a ton of gold.

There are thousands of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world and make them happy.

How to die in Zhumen wine and meat show

But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats!

Who can get married and live in a neighbor's house, while we bury our children underground!

There are several people in ten rooms, but Qianshan is empty.

The blood is still there, and the sound of the army has moved to this day.

Ouyang Xiu: (I found some famous sentences for your reference)

The meaning of drunkenness is not wine, but also between mountains and rivers.

A hundred turns and a thousand turns follow the heart, and the flowers are red and purple. I just know that it is better to sing freely in the forest than to listen to the golden cage!

It rains and winds in March and closes at dusk, so I don't plan to stay in spring. Tears asked the flowers to be speechless, and red flew over the swing.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The willow shoots on the moon, people about after dusk.

No matter how long leisure is abandoned, every spring comes, melancholy remains.