Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.
When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers.
Drunk and dreamy, day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year.
I hope I die of old age. I don't want to bow my head in front of horses and chariots.
Cars and horses are rich and interesting, and hops are poor.
If wealth is better than poverty, one is underground and the other is in heaven.
If we compare Hua San to chariots and horses, he will deprive me of my leisure.
Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.
There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.