What are the poems that express cherishing youth and striving hard?

If you don't work hard, the boss will be sad. Tomorrow is tomorrow and there are many tomorrows. I will be born tomorrow, and everything will be wasted.

Peaches and plums will bloom in the sun and glory will shine in those days.

Dead branches have no ugly leaves, and dry water spits out clear springs. Heaven and earth are lucky, but xi never stops whipping.

If you don't become famous early, what will Zhusi say? When peaches and plums are young, who can shine for a day?

Wealth and immortality are wasted into two losses. Stone is still for sale, but the wind and frost have no long-term quality.

Fear of sunset, strong singing and wine. Autumn frost spared no expense and suddenly invaded the willow.