This poem is from Su Shi's "Two Rhymes Suffering from Lung Diseases due to Alcohol"
When I was a teenager, my lungs failed and I sat down.
Shouting or all day long, if the storm has passed.
When the deficiency of yang rises, the guest's cold still falls.
My wife refused to sit down for fear of disappointment.
It is forbidden to eat supper all year round, and you are hungry at midnight.
The stomach is bitter and the lungs are full.
Three Peng Yan bites and two vertical ones are willing to broadcast.
Tamura can cure diseases all his life, and once suggested cultivating yellow glutinous rice.
(The new method is called Shangluo yellow glutinous rice by Tian Fang.
) look for the real medicine, don't wait for the help of the monarch and the minister.
At first, it was like snowflakes, and gradually it became cherry beads.
The partition wall smells like grinding.
Ever since I lost my illness, Yang sings while Yin sings.
The immortal tried many times, but the road was bumpy.
Life is full of tools, and drinking is also helpless.
The old man was exhausted, leaving only his wife.
A bucket of millet in my later years will be plowed with my children.
Why doesn't the cloud cherish itself? Being drunk is another setback.
Is the real source of pears and dates and the taste of the world? .
Efforts are waiting for the harvest. I hope my son will study hard.
Items will travel far away, and fairy tales are not needed.