Wang Aimin, a celebrity ruled by law in Southern Song Dynasty. How much does the people support him?

When Wang was a child, he was very clever and had a strong memory. He entered a private school at the age of seven, and went to Luyan Township School, Jinxi City Hall and Yueqing County successively after he was fourteen. When he was studying in the county, he was proficient in writing and his reputation spread throughout the county.

In an alley in the county seat, there lived a fairy named Qian Baixiang. I don't have any goods in my stomach, and my "official virtue" is poor, but I like to make friends with celebrities and show myself. I invited Wang to dinner and write poems several times, but Wang Wanyan refused, but he never gave up. Someone gave Qian Baixiang an idea: Wang, who respects teachers and values Taoism, always takes care of the old gentleman when he goes out to visit relatives and friends. The old gentleman was invited on an auspicious day, and Wang followed, didn't he? It's always hard to refuse a face-to-face question.

Qian Baixiang thought it was a good idea, so he followed the plan. Choose an auspicious day to invite the old man, and the king really went with him. As soon as he arrived at Qian's door, Wang wanted to turn and leave, and the porter stopped him at once. Wang couldn't get away, so he had to bite the bullet and go in. Qian Baixiang exchanged pleasantries with the old man for a while. After drinking two glasses of wine, he handed in a pen and paper that had already been prepared, and asked Wang to write a poem as a souvenir.

At this time, the king could not refuse, but agreed, and asked what the purpose was.

Qian Baixiang said, I want to embed the word "Qian Baixiang Sheng" at the beginning of each poem to win the prize.

Wang frowned and wrote a doggerel:

Money is full of fish, and people are hungry with chaff.

Don't forget to create all happiness when enjoying happiness, and don't be a disaster when you are promoted.

The old gentleman praised it as a good poem. Qian Baixiang squinted and giggled. The dumb man ate coptis, but he couldn't say it.

Wang once stopped writing poems here, and it soon spread far and near, so everyone called this alley "Stop Poetry Lane".

Wang once went to Lin 'an to catch the exam. One night, he lived in Nakagawa Temple on Jiang Xinyu Island of Oujiang River. Seeing that Wang was in rags, had some ink in his stomach, and was too poor to love the rich, the abbot looked down on him but refused directly, deliberately making things difficult for him and said, Please write four poems, and each capital should have the same radical. You can stay overnight if you write well. If you don't write well, you will not be accepted.

Wit king ha ha a smile, without thinking, start writing:

Deep waves flow in Haijiang, Zhejiang, and my heart is full of resentment and sorrow;

Guest officials spend the night in the cold window and travel far and near.

The abbot looked at it. Not only is there nothing to be picky about, but if he is far ahead of himself, he has to let Wang into the guest room and mumble "Amitabha".