The vast river gives birth to white hair, how many sit by the lamplight in dusk.
Yesterday's youth seems as though it's today, back then, bald grandpa's head wasn't as shiny, the little town at the mountain's foot was more peaceful and harmonious than it is today, a sudden visitor was like a stone thrown into the lake, stirring up waves upon waves.
Zhang Tian Sheng, like a con-artist, wanted to exchange his chatter for a pot of old hen stewed for three hours, but all he got was bald grandpa swinging a big ladle, and the old dog in the courtyard wouldn't stop barking.
When the thick stack of Red Notes in the pocket remained on the table, then one truly has friends afar, as close as neighbors.
The big ladle scoops a bowl of delicious chicken soup for a friend, comforting the weary one from afar, the dog in the courtyard stops barking, grinning, drooling, as if seeing a life of wealth with marrow bones at every meal.
"Zhang Tian Sheng!"
Divine Oracle Zhang Tian Sheng.
