The second cup elates you from your lonely mood.
With the third cup you rack your brains, realizing you have only committed 5,000 volumes of literature to memory.
The fourth cup makes your perspire lightly, and through your skin the pent-up grievances in your life evaporates.
The fifth cup causes you to feel your muscle relax, and your bones lose weight.
The sixth cup leads you down the path of divine enlightenment.
Now! The seventh cup! The only feeling left is the air flowing beneath you.
- Lu Tong, Tang Dynasty
一碗喉吻润， 二碗破孤闷
三碗搜枯肠，唯有文字五千卷
四碗发轻汗， 平生不平事尽向毛孔散
五碗肌骨滑。六碗通仙灵。
七碗吃不得也，唯觉两腋习习清风生
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