1, worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later.

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

3, give someone a rose, the hand has a lingering fragrance.

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a glowing heart. Poetry that expresses dedication will make the world happy.

5, falling red is not a heartless thing, turning into spring mud to protect flowers.

6, scattered into mud and crushed into ash, only the fragrance is the same!

7. But Wang's world affairs gained fame after his death.

8, died of national disaster, sudden death.

9. Do your best until you die.

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

1 1, crushed at all costs, leaving only innocence in the world.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Poetry that expresses dedication will make the world happy.

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

14. After all the flowers are picked into honey, you will work hard for your sweet people.

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

Poetry (2)

1, put an end to the king's world affairs and gained fame both before and after his death.

2, being smashed to pieces, do not hesitate to stay innocent in the world.

Joe doesn't fight for spring, but only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.

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

5, take justice from the world, the world is free to spend.

6. No matter the flat land or the mountain tip, infinite scenery is occupied. After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?

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

8. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving Dan's heart shining.

9, give someone a rose, the hand has a lingering fragrance.

10, died of national disaster and sudden death.

1 1, bash one's eyebrows coldly at a thousand fingers, bow one's head as a willing ox.

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

13, the worry of the world first, the joy of the world later.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.