I don't know if you are mistaken. The original sentence should be "Boiling beans for frost is crisp, and pouring honey wine is a high fever." All right. The source is as follows: another answer to the honey wine song: two children met Wang Lang and made up.

Dongpo of Su Song

Laced moss, roasted green cattail, rotten steamed goose and duck are pots.

Boiled beans make pastry, high-heat oil candles pour honey wine, and poor families have none.

Since ancient times, the poor have been clever, and it is naive to accept false chaos.

Shishu and I are cultivators, brewing old people into gentry.

Quality is not literature, but it will be difficult for a long time.

Honey wine is best not to catch a cold, not sweet in winter and not sour in summer.

The poems written by my husband are very tasteless. I love these three poems as beautiful as wine.

It's pitiful to seal Hu Jiemo. I wonder if there is any prodigal son.

Actually, I haven't seen this movie, and I don't know exactly.

I found the comment/s/blog _ 5cd20a280100dfqg.html of this poem here.

You can have a look.