There is a road to diligence in Shushan, and there is no limit to learning the sea.

The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.

The Tibetan language in my chest is as empty as a valley, and my belly is full of poems and books.

Birds flap their wings before flying high, and people learn before making progress.

Determined to think about the true character, you need to study hard.

Try to know all the words in the world and aspire to read all the books in the world.

Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road.