A scholar, a prince, a servant and a farmer each wrote a poem. What's the story? Finally, the farmer said your mother's shit.

What's wrong with another three years? Put your mother's shit.

This is a somewhat moral story: a heavy snow sent four strangers to a ruined temple to avoid the snow, and the scholar wrote a poem "Heavy Snow Falling in succession". At this time, an official replied "It's all imperial spirits", the rich man immediately replied "What's wrong with the next three years", and the farmer made a concluding speech "nonsense".