Where I live, there must be vines climbing all over the walls, and low windows hanging in the deep autumn colors. When the guests came to this deep place where the vines were intertwined, they could not speak or hear a complete sentence (because the vines blocked speech). One day Yunyan came to visit. He took off his clothes and sat on the threshold. He called to the master and said, "Come on, I have a recent work. Do you have any advice? I have practiced calligraphy for many years, and my sleeves are waving like a flying dragon." If the writing technique is not ethereal, it is better to burn it to ashes and eat it. Because of this, he discussed the means to gain fame during the World Expo. His eyes rolled out, his beard spread out angrily, rustling in the strong wind, and flew out through the window paper. The bean sprouts and melon leaves outside the window rustled together. I put down the draft in my hand and said loudly that there are no heroes in the world, so let villains become famous. Such a magnificent and good work cannot be appreciated by ordinary people. After some printing and publication, it immediately attracted many people to watch, and dust rose at the city gate. This was the time for people like us to feel elated. Yunyan was so happy that he took his draft and left. (For reference only, please correct me if inappropriate)