What is the next sentence of "poverty spreads the wind"?

On the seventieth birthday of Cixi's mother, she didn't have time to attend her birthday, so she asked the courtiers to send her a lot of things, and also wrote a calligraphy by herself, framed it and sent it away. This calligraphy was preserved for several generations and was finally destroyed during the Cultural Revolution. That's a poem written by Cixi to her mother: Parents are the truest in the world,

Tears and blood dissolved into children.

Exhausting a person's heart will eventually become a child.

Poverty inherits the wind! So cherish the wind is the last sentence.