1, the silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and the wax torch will start to cry. (Li Shangyin has no title)

2, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Work")

3, bash one's eyebrows coldly at a thousand fingers, bow one's head and be a willing ox. (Lu Xun)

4. Do your best until you die. (Zhuge Liang)

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

6. Sleeping in a remote village doesn't make me feel sorry for myself, but I still want to defend my country. (Lu You's "The Storm of November 4th")

7. Come with a heart, not a blade of grass. (Tao Xingzhi)

8. if you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you are willing to decline and cherish the old. (Han Yu's "Zuo Zhilan Guan Xian Grandnephew")

9. After all the flowers are collected into honey, who will work hard for and who will be sweet.

10, my only hope is to make more contributions. (Bethune)