Poems and their origins about not collaborating with the world, keeping oneself clean, and staying away from ink.

Out of the mud but not stained, in the clear ripples but not evil -----"Shuo on Love of Lotus" by Dunyi of Song Dynasty and Zhou Dynasty

Those who are close to red are red, and those who are close to ink are red. Black -----"Teng Wen Gong's Chapter 2" in "Mencius"

Pick chrysanthemums under the east fence, and leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain.

--------Tao Yuanming "Drinking"