Shaking a Smile

The world says that I am a drunkard, carrying a wine flask, holding an unstable knife, wandering the world on a white deer, a crazy fool. But Li He saw the flaw in my knife, Li Bai laughed at me for being too lazy to live in the world, Tang Yin recognized my drunken state of pretending to be crazy, and Han Shan only said: There is no need to read in this world. Thousands of years of wine were poured into my shaking cup, and the poems I wrote disturbed the great demon god who had been sleeping for a billion years. I neither slay demons nor conquer demons. I only use the white deer as my horse, my knife as my shadow, and my wine as my soul to rush towards an invitation that spans life and death. I got drunk with the ancients and met demons and gods. It turns out that thousands of books in the world are not as good as a farewell drink.