A poem that shows that there is no way to serve the country and it is difficult to serve the country.

Li Bai's poem: I want to cross the Yellow River, but it will snow all over the sky at the frozen ferry.

Bao: It's hard to go.

You can't eat boxes. Draw your sword and strike the column. When was the husband born? Anneng butterflies hang their wings. Abandon one's post and dismiss from office. Go home and rest. Go out and kiss. The sunset is still around. Do some foreplay before bed. Look at the women knitting in the machine. Since ancient times, sages have been poor. Besides, my generation is lonely and straight.

eighteen

Gentlemen, don't sigh for poverty. Wealth does not come from people. The husband is in his forties. I am twenty years old. Mo Yan's vegetation appointed winter snow. Will welcome the spring and look to the Soviet Union. Tell a long story about wine. The fate of the poor is entrusted to God. I hope Zunzhong Jiuyun is full. Don't cherish a hundred-dollar bed. Until you are one year old. Why work hard for a hundred years?