1. Even if we are a candle, we should "let the tears dry when the candle turns to ashes"; even if we are just a match, we should shine at the critical moment; even if our bones are gone after death. When it rots, it will turn into phosphorus fire and burn in the wilderness.

2. But some people are afraid of light, and some are full of hatred for light, because the needle light emitted by the light stings their selfish eyes. All tyrants in history, treacherous ministers of all dynasties, all greedy and useless In order to steal wealth and monopolize wealth, disgusting people try every means to imprison light, because light can awaken people.

3. I was hungry and played the reed flute proudly. People laughed at my posture because that was my posture! People can't get used to my songs because they are my songs!

4. Anything that can promote the upward development of mankind is the most beautiful, kind and poetic.

5. Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply.

6. A sailor said that what he liked most was the white waves caused by the anchor. A sailor said that what he was most happy about was the noise of the chain caused by the anchor. , one is looking forward to departure, and the other is looking forward to arrival.

7. The combination of selfishness and greed will hatch many poisonous snakes that harm others.

8. Some people may not be able to reach the other shore, but we all own the sea together

9. Even if we are a candle, we should "tears dry only when the candle turns to ashes." We are just a match, but we must shine at a critical moment. Even if our bones rot after we die, we will turn into phosphorus fire and burn in the wilderness.

10. Style is character.

11. No matter how high, thick or long the wall is, how can it stop millions of people from having thoughts that are freer than the wind, a will that is deeper than the land, and a desire that is longer than time.

12. There is no eternal night in the world, and there is no eternal winter in the world.

13. Keep it on the windowsill, dreaming of the ocean.

14. If I were a bird, I should also sing with a hoarse throat; this land battered by storms, this river that is always raging with our sorrow and anger, this endless blowing and irritation The wind, and the extremely warm dawn coming from the forest.