A poem expressing dedication

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.

Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

I'm not afraid of being smashed to pieces. There is only innocence left in the world.

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

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, so let's take the heart of Dan to shine on history.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

I know all the above, which is easy to understand. I hope it helps you.