Life is only a few decades long, either as a loyal official in the court, or as we part ways with each other over a pot of wine. Nowadays, it is a pity to be trapped on the mountain due to bad luck. It is a reality that cannot be escaped, but...
How could a living thing fall from the world and fall into my arms? This hair ball looks so ghostly that I can't tell what it is, and has a bad temper. It is completely rude to my savior. If the Taoist priest hadn't told me to take good care of it, I wouldn't want to deal with such trouble!
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