The silkworm silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry up until it weeps. "Untitled" by Li Shangyin

Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai"

His brows are cold and he points his fingers at thousands of people, bowing his head and willing to be a Ruzi Niu. Lu Xun

Dedicated himself to death.

Zhuge Liang