A Mushroom Gatherer Deep in the Mountains Among the White Clouds

The white clouds beyond the sky —
this must be your home.
Both cheeks slightly red, a diet of cinnabar!
But don't expect any magic mushrooms
to give you immortality;
you're wasting your time, digging with your spade,
damaging the purple mist.
Author of original: 
Hs├╝ Wei [or Xu Wei
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