The whole world is turbid and I am alone in my purity. Everyone in the world is drunk and I am alone in my sobriety.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain.
There are no tombs of heroes from the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields.
It emerges from the mud without being stained, and washes the clear ripples without being evil.
The house is in a human environment, and there is no noise of carriages and horses. I ask you how you can do it, but you are far away and you are biased.
Look up to the sky and laugh and go out. How can I be a Peng Peng people?
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
The trees are flourishing and the springs are beginning to trickle.
To be successful in life, you need to have all the fun, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.
The bright moon shines among the pines and the clear spring stone flows upstream.
The human heart is inherently innocent, and the mind is naturally pure.
There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.