Poems describing dedication and dedication to work.

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

Worry about the world first, and enjoy it later.

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.

It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation.

Do your best until you die.

Fierce-browed, I coolly defy a thousand pointing fingers, Head-bowed, like a willing ox I serve the children.