[Source] Rong's "Merchant" poem: "A hundred feet lead to five or two inclinations, where is not home in this life?
Businessman (Rong)
Where is home in this life? Throw wild geese in the north and cross wild geese in the south, and watch sunset flowers in the sun.
There should be no trampled land and no horizon of reunion. Float with the wind every year, but smile as scheduled in August.