Bai Juyi

“ Flutes and strings blend their parting tune.
Hopes achieved dull the pains of parting;
Fumes of wine shorten the long road...
Shod with wings is the horse of him who rides
On a Spring day the road that leads to home. ”

“ For ten years I never left my books;
I went up ... and won unmerited praise.
My high place I do not much prize;
The joy of my parents will first make me proud. ”