A poem expressing dedication (four consecutive sentences)

1' s belt is getting wider and wider, and he will never regret it. He will languish for those who disappeared in Iraq.

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

As a thousand fingers point out, bow your head and be a willing ox.

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

Crush at all costs, leaving only innocence in the world.

6 sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently.

After picking flowers into honey, for whom you work hard and for whom you are sweet.

But before he conquered, he died. Since then, heroes have been crying on their coats.

9 bash one's brows coldly at a thousand fingers, bow one's head and be a willing ox

10 give someone a rose, and the hand has a lingering fragrance.