When I was young, I would get drunk, lie on the sofa for an hour, and then get up to continue drinking for the second and third rounds.

Now I've drunk too much, and the next day I feel like a mouse that has eaten rat poison but hasn't fully died, unable to move, just staying in place and writhing.

On the winter solstice, my family prepared a bunch of delicious food, but I can't eat anything🙃