Son mistaken happy red face at
A smile that know is alcohol red
A lonely sick old man on eastern slope,
My frosty hair blows loosely in the wind.
My son, mistaken, is pleased by my ruddy face,
I smile: I know it’s alcoholic red.
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White head dull loose all frost wind
Report doctor spring sleep beautifulTaoist softly ring fifth watch bellMy frosty hair blows loosely in the wind,In this small pavilion, I lie sick on a rattan bed.The doctor’s reported my beautiful sleep this spring,The Taoist rings the fifth watch bell with care.