Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines on history (Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Zero Ocean")

There is righteousness in heaven and earth, but there are many aspects (Wen Tianxiang's Song of Benevolence and Righteousness)

Ordinary people with upright legs are taller than celebrities on their knees. (Turkey)

The three armed forces can win the handsome, but ordinary people can't win the ambition. Zihan

When you are cold, you know that pine and cypress will wither. Zihan

There is no harm to benevolence, and there is death for benevolence. Wei Linggong "

Don't lower his ambition, don't humiliate him. micron

Wealth can't be lewd, poverty can't be moved, and power can't be bent. Under the rule of Teng Wengong. "

If you are poor, you will be immune to it, and if you are rich, you will help the world. Dedicated "

People are inherently mortal, either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. -Sima Qian's letter to Ren An.

Do not defect for poverty, and do not change your mind for meanness. -Huan Kuan's Theory of Salt and Iron? Diguang

Life is worse than death. An Biography of jing yuan

A strong grass is known by a high wind, and a loyal minister is known by shaking the board. -Li Shimin's "Gift to Xiao Yu"

Mud is not stained, clear and rippling, not demon. -Zhou Dunyi's On Love and Lotus

When you are poor, you can see that you are blue. -Wen Tianxiang's Song Zhengqi

Fame is more important than Mount Tai, and greed is less than a feather. -Yu Qian "Untitled".

I am not afraid of being smashed to pieces, but I am innocent in the world. -Yu Qian's Lyrics of Lime.

Adhere to the castle peak and not relax, the root is breaking the rock.

Endure a thousand blows, still firm, and the wind is strong in the southeast and northwest. -Zheng Xie's "Drawing a Picture"

A classic joke about not bowing to evil forces:

Really brave, dare to face a bleak life, dare to face dripping blood. What kind of mourners and happy people are these? However, nature is often designed for mediocrity. As time goes by, it washes away the old traces, leaving only reddish blood and desert sadness. In this reddish blood and the sadness of the desert, it gives people a temporary existence and maintains this inhuman world. I don't know when this world will end!

(Excerpted from Lu Xun's "Remembering Liu Hezhen Jun")

There are heavy chains under your feet, so you can hold the whip high. I don't need any "confession", even if my chest is facing the bloody bayonet! People can't lower their noble heads, but beg for "freedom" for fear of death; What is torture? Death can't make me talk! I laugh at death, and the devil's palace shakes in laughter; This is me, a "confession" made by party member, singing a triumphant song to bury the Chiang family dynasty.

(Excerpted from Chen Ran's My Confessions)