Minor hermits dwell in hills, major ones thrive in cities. Boyi hid on Shouyang, Laozi served at court.
Past golden ages had recluses; this bright era too shelters forest sages.
Free spirits roam beyond clouds, vanish in deep mountains. Dawn-crowing pheasants, night-wailing winds.
Frost withers youth, cold springs chill steps. Shared talents serve others; rare wisdom preserves self.
Follow nature's harmony, resist forced ways.
My mundane life, swayed by possessions and sorrows, retreats to hills. Grand halls need six-foot sleep; endless wealth feeds mere three meals. Mountains bloom freely here take flowers, fruits, share earth's bounty.