What are the poems about "the beauty of the soul"?

One: the mighty sorrow leaves the sky, and the whip refers to the horizon. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

From the Qing Dynasty poet Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Za Shi", translation: The sadness of parting extends to the distance of sunset, leaving Beijing, waving his whip to the east, and feeling that people are at the end of the world. I quit my job and went home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but it was not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.

Two: there are strong joints and bones, and they have no intention of ending. After several storms, I would rather bend than bend. Still green all the year round, not competing with the crowd, looking up at the sky, unknown, bleak. Die bravely, die happily, without complaint.

From the Tang Dynasty poet Qian's poem "Ode to Bamboo by Water", translation: Bamboo stands upright because of its joints, and is self-righteous unintentionally. It would rather fold in the wind and rain than bend in the wind and rain. It is evergreen in spring, summer, autumn and winter and will not compete with other flowers and plants. Looking up at the blue sky, unknown places are towering in the bleak room. I have the courage to sacrifice myself without complaint.

Three: if you don't touch the mud, you won't be evil.

From the Song Dynasty poet Zhou Dunyi's "Love Lotus", translation: I only like the uncontaminated lotus growing from the accumulated silt, but after washing it with clear water, it doesn't look enchanting.

Four: Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.

From the Song Dynasty poet Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Zero Ocean", translated: Who can live forever since ancient times? I want to leave a patriotic heart that reflects history.

Five: Life or death in this country is selfish, every cloud has a silver lining, so avoid it.

From the Qing Dynasty poet Lin Zexu's "Go to the Garrison, Climb the Pass and Show My Home", translated: If it is good for my country, I will disregard life and death. If you are lucky, can you avoid troubles and face difficulties?