**Name:** Li Mo (became Li Bai after time travel) **Starting Status:** The green robe and white robe are fully patched, with only three copper coins in his pocket, and only the memory of reciting 300 Tang poems in his mind - but he can't even write an original poem. **Character:** Elegant and calm on the outside, grumpy and complaining on the inside.
Believe in "If you don't mess with me, I will talk and laugh with you; if you mess with me, I will make you regret coming to this world." **Goldfinger:** Poetry tampering with the destiny system - you can tamper with any poem you hear or read, so that the tampered artistic conception can truly happen. A middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears loosened my collar and shouted at the top of his voice: "This is Li Taibai, who calls himself the 'Poetry Immortal'!
You owe me thirty taels of silver, and you still haven't paid it out after half a year!
Still write poetry?
Write shit! "
Zhao Dezhu.
The loan sharks who roamed the city of Chang'an specifically targeted the down-and-out literati.
He kicked me on the back: "Speak, Li Shenxian!
Don't you know how to write poetry?
Write a poem to pay off your debt! "
The laughter around him pierced me like a knife.
I got up, patted the dust on my clothes, and glanced around.
Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at me, some mocking, some curious, and some waiting for a good show.
"Oh, isn't this Li Taibai?"
