Yao Yao branches flowers, luxuriant grass on the ground; Side spring of all things then, I decline alone is rotten. Came like herbs, later also learned of Huang-Lao, And non-love Minghuan, strong year-old track has been swept, How over 80, yet complex unheard Road? Slouch line between the terraced rice paddies, teeth and hair onyx shake. Mountains to nest, we'd never go back. Yanzuo fine bed thinking, can still raise Lizao.