Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Insisting on the castle peak is not relaxed, and it is fundamentally in the broken rock; After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
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.
Silkworms in spring weave until they die, and candles start to dry when they cry.
If you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you are willing to decline and cherish the old.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Come with a heart, not a blade of grass.
Fierce-browed, I coolly defy a thousand pointing fingers, Head-bowed, like a willing ox I serve the children.
Section after section, thousands of branches and leaves. I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.