Sacrifices Tom Sharp

1. I’ve been sick and have nothing to say. My beard is like hoarfrost on a rock. My youngest son thought I was sick, but my mouth was red from the wine. 2. Village elders thought I’d be a hermit— too proud to mingle with commoners. At the fork in the old road beside the stream, people are in a hurry and don’t stop to talk. 3. People do without rice when the boats are late. I’m doing my part by drinking wine. Tomorrow I sacrifice to the kitchen god; my reward will be chicken and a jug of wine.

纵笔三首 苏轼

一 寂寂东坡一病翁，白须萧散满霜风。 小儿误喜朱颜在，一笑那知是酒红。 二 父老争看乌角巾，应缘曾现宰官身。 溪边古路三叉口，独立斜阳数过人。 三 北船不到米如珠，醉饱萧条半月无。 明日东家知祀灶，只鸡斗酒定膰吾。