A Taoist lives among white clouds and yellow cranes, with a zither, a sword, and a cup of tea.
His feathered robes are often tinted with rosy clouds, untouched by the blossoms of the mortal world.
He laughs happily among ordinary people, traveling the world. Why do you ask?
After enduring every hardship, he cultivates the true path, untouched by the blossoms of the mortal world.
A mountain need not be high to be famous if an immortal lives there; water need not be deep to be magical if a dragon dwells within. I have spiritual fields, and I have immortal herbs!
Cultivating immortality and growing crops: endless joy!
