A poem describing the struggle for progress

Climb higher and you can enjoy more magnificent scenery.

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.

We have stood on the top of the mountain, and we are not worried that clouds will block our view.

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

At the end of the sea, the sky is the shore, the mountain is extremely high, and I am the peak.

Why don't men take Wu Gou and accept fifty states in Guanshan?