On the Way South

The bustle in the world is all for the sake of coming, and the hustle and bustle of the world is all for the sake of going away. Benefit comes and goes, the mind is loosened, the mind is liberated, and wealth grows. A stone stirs up thousands of waves, making the village silent and noisy. The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop, making it difficult to sleep. There is no way to turn around, but the end is already done. Whether we hate or love, we are happy to meet each other with a pot of turbid wine, drink happily, and resolve our grudges with a drunkenness.