A poem praising dedication.

A poem praising dedication.

1, silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drip the wick dry every night.

2. Send a rose and leave a lingering fragrance in your hand.

3, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

After the flowers are gathered into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet.

5. Do your best until you die.

6. Who will work hard for whom after picking flowers into honey?

7, eyebrows cold fingertips, head willing to be a scorpion cow.

8, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

9, scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains.

10, don't praise the good color, just leave the air full of dried Kun.

1 1. If you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you are willing to decline and cherish the old.

12, bash one's eyebrows coldly at a thousand fingers, bow one's head as a willing ox.

13. Insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and they are fundamentally in the broken rocks; After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.

14, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still want to defend my country.

15, it is not snow from a distance, because there is fragrance coming.

16, love, everyone loves; People who respect others will always respect others.

17, sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

18, it was long before I met her, but it was longer than we were apart. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.

19, I don't care about death, just leave my innocence in the world.

20, the belt is getting wider and wider, I don't regret it. I'm embarrassed by the disappearing people.

2 1, who has not died since ancient times, keep the heart of Dan as a mirror of history.

In a remote village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still want to defend my country.

23. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.

24. Hold a heart without a blade of grass.

25. There are not many roads from Pengshan to Bluebird. Listen! -Give me what she said! .

26. But before he conquered, he died. Since then, heroes have been crying on their coats.

27, Tao Liyan, the next step is self-sufficiency.

28. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of moonlight with her evening song.