Poetry describing fertile soil

Since I was born, I have been looking for it, always sad and submerged in the scenery. Abandoned urban fertile soil and fertile spring grass,

Wild crossing, empty boat, sunset. It is more affectionate to people by relying on the Tao, because love is easy to get drunk with wine.

You must be willing to give up your career and avoid the world of mortals.

Moving is not Zen, swallowing is ten years. The stream swells like a stone,

Rain, sunshine, clouds and leaves are like money. Be familiar with military affairs when you are old, and cool pillows in autumn will reduce night sleep.

Get used to it, quiet inside.

Hope to adopt!