Fan Zhongyan-He who lives high in the temple worries about his people, and he who lives far away in the Jianghu worries about his monarch;
worry about the world first, and enjoy it later;
after all the flowers are gathered into honey, it's sweet for whom you work hard.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
frown coldly at a thousand fingers and bow down as a willing ox.
I don't feel sorry for myself when I'm lying in a lonely village, but I still think about defending my country.