How crazy it is to accept a disciple, how panicked it is to raise a disciple - Immortal Master Immortal and his mortal disciples. When the master takes a rest, I sing, when the master lies in bed, I bang the pot; when the master picks up the dishes, I turn the table, when the master raises a glass, I don't drink; when the master recites the incantation, I chatter, but when the master chatters, I don't say anything. The master lives forever and my life is short. The master buried me on the hillside; spring comes once again on the hillside, and the blue falling and yellow springs are separated forever.
