Help write a poem a few words .

By asking who is the most powerful in the sky?

The aspiring dragon is trapped in the dragon, and the coming day will take off and the wind and clouds will surge, and the sky will be higher than the supernatural powers.

Every successful person has one or several painful failures.

There was a heartbreaking and unbearable experience.

One day when you hit the bottom.

Standing on the brink of despair.

Consider whether to face or to escape.

You will be in this moment of pain.

One more path to success than others.

Wandering scholars leave the school.

Zeng Yan is outstanding.

Experienced thousands of human events.

Fang knows how difficult it is to start a business.

I saw the river flowing eastward.

I don't know how brave the mountain climbs.

Happened to meet the former teacher.

But he bowed his head and was ashamed.

He lived for twenty years.

Determined to go to the sky alone today.

The prodigal son never looked back, but now he is ashamed.

When he waited for me to fly into the sky, he would turn the world upside down.

Or just do something meaningful.

Meaningful things are to live well.

Look at them separately. Xu Sanduo's famous quotes.

The dew of the stone steps falls into the spring village, and the creek goes around the village into the lotus pond.

A pool of green water falls with red flowers, waiting for the rooster to crow through the window.

Is it required to be Zephyr? If not, this one will do the trick - the chrysanthemum garden is golden in autumn, and suddenly the rain changes into uniforms.

It used to play lightly on the east fence, and now it is proud of the west wind.

In August, there are still pines and cypresses, and the flowers dare not face the autumn sun.

Only the gentleman is true and upright, and he is proud of his bones.

If it has to be "Praise of the West Wind", let's go below-

The west wind painted Xuanhuang overnight, and the color of the world changed to autumn clothes.

Thousands of mountains are depressed and clear water, where are the flowers and scattered burials?

Forget to watch the bright moon today, remember that he worships Chongyang every year.

Now that you are at home? I only remember Mo Shangsang at that time.

Huangye is dead in autumn, and the wind Xiao Nan drives castor beans.

Where did the ancestors go, and the sunset obliquely shadowed the willow cold sun.

Thousands of purples and thousands of reds are not colored, and he is covered with relish.

There is no need to find a place to bind, and it is difficult to find Zusang everywhere.

Ten thousand leaves are sad and yellow, and spring goes to autumn to change into new clothes.

Yoyo once settled on the branches, and now he rides the dragon to break through the ten directions.

Who doesn't like the paradise, but the world is divided into yin and yang.

People are at home in its hometown, sighing leisurely and vicissitudes.

The west wind praises Fusang, once the west wind is yellow, the autumn face is sprinkled with gold.

One green and one yellow reflect the sunset, and I have to sigh a few times when I am melancholy.

Where is the withering and where is the sadness? Falling red with water, he Fang Yang.

Only the west wind is strong, and it is desolate but not to seek Sang.