I dreamed that I was walking in the alleys, my clothes and shoes were torn, like a beggar.
A dog barked behind him.
I looked back arrogantly, and Chi Zha said:
"Hey! Shut up! You dog of power!"
"Hee hee!" He laughed, and continued, "I dare not, I am ashamed of myself."
"What!?" I was annoyed, thinking it was an extreme insult.
"I'm ashamed: I don't know the difference between copper and silver; I don't know the difference between cloth and silk; I don't know the difference between officials and people; I don't know the difference between master and slave;
I escaped.
"Wait a minute! Let's talk again..." He shouted to stay behind.
I ran away, as far as I could, until I escaped the dream and lay in my bed.
April 23, 1925.