Someone asked the old shepherd, "where do you like to herd cattle best?"
He said, "just where the grass is neither fat nor thin, sir. Otherwise it won't be put well."
"Why is it bad?" The man asked again.
"Didn't you hear the wail from the grass?" The shepherd replied, "That's a cormorant. He used to be a shepherd, and so was Dai Sheng. Let me tell you this story: cormorants graze cattle on the fat green grassland. There are flowers and grass everywhere, and the cattle are scattered everywhere, which is difficult to control. Dai Sheng drives the cattle to the barren land on the high mountain. The wind blows and rustles here, and the cattle become thin and weak. In the evening, the shepherds want to drive the cattle home, but the cormorant can't drive the cattle together. It's hard The were so excited that they ran all over the mountains‘ Come back, cow, come back the cormorant shouted, but it was useless. The cow ignored it. And Dai Sheng, he can't even make the cows stand up. They are so weak‘ Get up, get up, get up, 'he screamed, but everything was in vain. They always lay motionless on the sand. That is the consequence of not choosing. To this day, they no longer take care of the cattle, and cormorants are still wailing: 'come back, cattle, come back.'
Dai Sheng said, "get up, get up, get up." Keep yelling. "