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Old lady Shih, braving acerbity, pokes in her three-foot beak;
old man Shih, vinegar-tasting, face in a hundred wrinkles:
who knows how it feels to scrunch up your shoulders, shivering clear to the bone?
A painting not to be surpassed even by the brush of Master Wu!
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