Lazy bones inherit the fortune of heaven, and waste has to be passed on.

Lie flat on the main road, and slack off at the entrance.
Those who see through the secrets of heaven know that the grinding stone for the poultry and donkey turns in a deadlock.
The lazy turtle basks in the sun, cultivating longevity. Do you think the worker ants build nests to extend the King of Hell's lifespan? You, like a corporate slave, rush around as if borrowing a ladle from the Meng Po.
Understand the three principles of stealth; pretend to be deaf when the morning bell rings, and transform into the wind when the leader shouts. Pursue KPI while doing the grave.
True cultivation is hidden in laziness; a fierce tiger only becomes king when it rests; a turtle hides its head to achieve divinity. Cut off the chain of labor's cause and effect, trampling on the plate of win by lying down. Heaven rewards lazy bones with three dou of gold, while the earth punishes the diligent with five carts of chaff. Unload your burden of merits, dismantle the blessings of that generation.
May your path be in harmony with the way, and may all things be favorable.