Classic Poem

All his life Ruan Ji was lazy,
And Xi Kang was a carefree spirit
When they met, they drank their fill,
Sat alone, wrote a few lines,
Tried raising cranes by a tiny pool,
Pastured piglets in tranquil fields.
Grass grew over Tao Yuanming's path,
Flowering trees hid Yang Xiong's cottage
Lie on your bed, watch your wife weave,
Up a hill and urge your son to hoe—
Then turn your head and the quests for the immortals
Become all one great emptiness