Who is the author of "Linchi is rare and bookish, and being a man is expensive and literary"?

Strolling in the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River, along the winding willow embankment, watching fish play and waves, the wind blows and waves beat, and acacia is like clouds. Think of the slender wicker, like your long hair in the wind, elegant and romantic. Winding paths lead to secluded places, stone bridges and waterside pavilions, pavilions and pavilions are all faint thoughts. It's spring, is your heart still asleep? The peach blossoms are in bloom. Thanks again. Willow leaves have fallen and turned green. Bananas in the rain and huge dead leaves of drooping people have gone to Huai Su for thousands of years. Did you get a look at him? Clear Bitan Lake, swarms of herring, aquatic plants in the mouth, floating in filamentous algae, enjoying freedom and happiness. The fallen flowers are full of Bitan and the grass is full of hillside. I wander in the spring, but I only have you in my heart. There is also a strange herring who likes to swim backwards. It seems that I am rebellious and always do strange things. There is a solitary pavilion in Liusi Temple. The pavilion is empty, and together with the weeping willows who care for themselves, they are disappointed in the blue waves and misty rain.

I like this magical land very much, and I also like the legendary gardens on this land. This is the center of the city, the last pure land. Hundreds of acres of gardens and centuries of history. Over a small pool, uphill, another small pool. Uniform paths lead to secluded places, and uniform ancient trees are gray. Signs hanging on ancient camphor trees and ancient maple trees show that these ancient trees have a history of 200 years, that is, 150 years. The youngest osmanthus tree is one hundred years old. Standing on the bridge fence watching the fish and listening to the running water is like being in the world. The ancient wisteria meanders along the ancient trees with vigor and stubbornness, and the purple flowers on the wisteria bloom into unique flowers in spring. What is that flower waterfall? Pour out a majestic and profound, as if your unique elegance and romance. It's raining all over the sky and talking all over the sky. Birds are chirping. In such a pure land, their songs are the clearest. In their voices, they only know love, not hate. Birds sing like nature, accompanied by the sound of water, accompanied by flowers, in the depths of the shade, in the depths of loneliness, in the depths of Zen.