Poetry that embodies self-cultivation and moral character

Don’t let others praise you for your good looks, only leave relatives to fill the world.

It emerges from the mud without being stained, and washes the clear ripples without being evil.

Quietness cultivates one’s character, frugality cultivates one’s nature. Without indifference, there is no clear ambition; without tranquility, there is no far-reaching goal.

The road is long and long, and I will search up and down.

Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.