Ancient poems related to craftsman spirit?

Craftsmanship is a kind of practice. Therefore, we should regard work as practice, life as practice and life as practice. The following are the ancient poems and verses that I have compiled to describe the craftsman spirit for your reference!

Poetry 1 about the spirit of artisans: there are poems of Yagi * * * Bai Juyi * * *

There is a weak willow with a wood name, and its roots are beside the clear pool. Wind and smoke lend color, and rain and dew help China.

I have white snowflakes and I have green branches. The shade of the tree gradually became dense from the shelter and turned high and pointed.

Cutting off branches as sticks to support, weakness is uncontrollable. Fanpu is used to fold strips, not to be soft and crisp.

Trust the tree and play with it, no matter what material it is. It's a pity that the golden dike was planted.

Poem 2 on the spirit of artisans: There is a poem of Yagi * * * Bai Juyi * * *

There are famous cherry trees, and the land is early and luxuriant. Leaves near the sun, flower dew.

Shake in the wind, attracting birds to sneak around. Birds are hard to peck, but the wind cannot stop them.

Soft and easy to climb, beautiful people review repeatedly. Color seeks Tao Li Rao, heart envy Song Jun.

It's a wallflower, not a porch tree. Therefore, Xiao was assigned to cut cherry blossoms.

Poem 3 on the spirit of artisans: There is a poem of Yagi * * * Bai Juyi * * *

There are trees that don't wither in autumn, and the green is in Jiangbei. It's called Dongting orange, beauty transplant.

I am grateful to you. I am diligent in watering. The real achievement is bitter orange, smelly and bitter.

Some things are similar, so what is the truth? Beauty is silent and sighs for it.

Contains harmful substances, and the outside is frosted. Still among the branches and leaves, the lurking thorns are like thorns.

On the craftsman spirit in Poem 4: There is a poem of Yagi * * * Bai Juyi * * *

There is a wooden name Li Du, gloomy and full of hills and valleys. The heart is empty and rotten, and the roots are still thin.

A fox with clever words and a bird demon with a bad voice. Take this as a nest and support each other.

There are five or six books beside the four, and the branches and leaves are staggered. Excuse me, why? The autumn wind blew and the child fell.

No one dares to die for a long society. Several wildfires have come, and the wind can't burn back.