Zhang Jiuling is the sweetest fruit
Not giving him the top job is so unreasonable
Feelings (7) Zhang Jiuling A red orange grows in the south, Even in winter its branches are green, The reason is not the warm climate, Its hardiness comes from the spirit within. You could offer its fruit to high guests If not for the obstacles blocking the way. Our destiny's nothing but chance; We'll never perceive the true forces in play. You talk well but only plant peaches, Can't the orange give shade in the heat of the day? 张九龄 感遇·其七 江南有丹橘，经冬犹绿林。 岂伊地气暖，自有岁寒心。 可以荐嘉客，奈何阻重深。 运命唯所遇，循环不可寻。 徒言树桃李，此木岂无阴。
In this classic of the complaint genre, Zhang Jiuling once again presents himself as a plant. This time he is an orange tree, which has never been given much love by Chinese poets. According to Zhang, he is similarly unloved by the emperor. It’s probably because of the mysterious forces holding him back.