Poems about losing your job

02. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin "Untitled" 03. As a thousand fingers point out, bow your head and be a willing ox. -Lu Xun 04. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, so care with your heart and shine on history. -Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Ocean in Dingding, 2005. Do not hesitate to die, leaving innocence in the world. -Yu Qian's Lyme Song 06. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night 07. After picking flowers into honey, who will you work hard for? -Luo Yin's "Bees" 08. But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. -Du Fu's "Shu Xiang" 09. Sleeping in a remote village, not mourning for myself, still thinking about defending the country. -Lu You's Storm on November 4th 10. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers. -Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Zashi 1 1. Come with a heart, not a blade of grass. -Tao Xingzhi 12. If you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you are willing to decline and cherish the old. -Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Show Grandnephew"