Sometimes I wonder whether it is a curse for Chinese literati to have Zhuang Zi and Tang Yuanming sitting in the middle of the long river of history and culture drinking wine and talking about butterfly. And even if you can not choose your parents and ancestor, whether it is a collective choice of educated Chinese to marginalize Li Bai ‘s unconstrained and romantic romantic and Du Fu’s forever concerns about the country and people.

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