It emerges from the mud without being stained, and washes the clear ripples without being evil. Northern Song Dynasty Zhou Dunyi's "Shuo on Love of Lotus"
At the autumn solstice, everything is empty, and the waves are red. You can get what you have by relying on your roots. If you don't agree, you can follow the wind. "A Lotus in the Autumn Pond" by Hong Zhigong of the Sui Dynasty
The heavenly snow brocade is woven with crocodile gauze, and the colorful pavilions lean against the painted bridge. A clean and pure gentleman is innocent, but who would want to be charming if he is handsome? In the green house, the lotus leaves fade away, and the jade lotus root spins and its leaves shake in the summer heat. You might as well call friends in the flowers, and when picking incense, you must look at the bright moonlight.
"Lotus" by Dong Sigao of the Song Dynasty