Mo Lin Zhai Ji
"Gu recited a song in the ink forest, and stopped writing to travel to the south of the mountains and rivers." "The moonlight among the pines is drunken, and the clear spring is the gentlest on the rocks." Xiao Gu recited it in a low voice with emotion, but the world did not know his heart. Xiao Gu chanted: "'A piece of paper is lonely, drunk and gentle, and can't bear the cold and heat for several autumns.' I want to make a sentence by chance, but Jiang Lang loses his ink..." Chenshanzi heard it and said with a smile: "How can I say that my pen and ink are lost, and I am the same as you in writing this sentence." He then chanted and said: "The fine wine in the cup reflects the afterimage, and I hate it in my spare life." (Excerpt)