Where Will the Mountains and Rivers Meet Again?

I am Qingdu Shanshui Lang. Heaven teaches distributing and sparse madness. I once granted coupons for rain and wind, and borrowed monthly stamps from clouds when I was tired. Thousands of poems and thousands of cups of wine. How many times have I set my sights on the king? Returning lazily from the Jade Tower and Golden Tower, Luoyang is intoxicated by placing plum blossoms. The story of Shanshui Lang has finally come to an end~~ Be careful, this is a very short story.