A poem praising people's dedication.

A poem praising people's dedication.

1, scattered into mud, ground into dust, only the fragrance remains.

2, the eyebrows are cold to thousands of people, and the head is willing to be a scorpion cow.

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a glowing heart.

4, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and the wax torch will dry until it becomes tears. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"

6. Don't praise the good color, only leave the air full of dried Kun.

7. Buried roots make branches bear fruit without asking for anything in return. Tagore

8. Asserting that the castle peak is not relaxed, and the roots are broken; 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.

9. After the flowers are picked into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet.

10, do your best and die.

1 1, as long as a flower can be cultivated, it is better to make rotten grass that will rot. -Lu Xun

12, bash one's eyebrows coldly at a thousand fingers, bow one's head as a willing ox.

13, shattered at all costs, leaving only innocence in the world.

14, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still want to defend my country.

15, the people of Lu Chen, the motherland, are responsible, but I am homeless all over the world. -Qiu Jin

16, do your best until you die. -Zhuge Liang

17, there is a heart in the air, and it has been a thousand years of merits and demerits, laughing at the frost and snow in winter. Life is dull and indifferent, and life is virtuous.

18 but before he could conquer, he was dead, and the heroes cried on their coats from then on.