Describe not knowing your own poems.

I turn my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch. Leaf Sweeping in Chronicle of Qing Poetry (Volume 2 1)

Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want. (The Book of Songs Feng Wang Li Shu).

I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time? (Tang Libai Nanling children go to Beijing)

Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face. (Tang Libai, dreaming of Mount Tianmu)