If we go out laughing in the sky, are we Artemisia people?
oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office, who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face!
——— (Tang) tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream by Li Bai
in your bosom you have shelved away ten thousand volumes, you have held your head high, never bowed it in the dust. ? ———— (Tang) a Farewell to My Friend Chen Zhangfu by Li Jie