As graduation approaches, I recall the earnest teachings given by my teachers and I can’t help but think of the poem.
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai")
He points his eyebrows coldly at a thousand people, bowing his head and willing to be a Ruzi Niu. (Lu Xun)
Dedicate yourself to death. (Zhuge Liang)
After gathering hundreds of flowers and turning them into honey, it will be sweet to whomever you work hard for.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.