"Fujian set sail, toad lost contact for the last time.
Autumn wind gives birth to Wei water, and leaves are all over Chang 'an.
There was a party here in the evening, when it was thunderstorm and freezing.
Lan Lin hasn't come back yet, and the news is still uncertain. "
Jia Dao suffered a loss once, but his memory was not long. Not long after, he rode a donkey into the road again. "He is thinking of a poem, which is" The Monk Pushes the Moon Down the Door ". But he didn't think it was appropriate to push, so he knocked. My mouth is chanting. Unconsciously, he rode a donkey into the honor guard of Han Yu, a senior official.
Han Yu is more educated than Liu Qichu. He asked why Jia Dao violated it. Jia Dao wrote a poem himself and couldn't decide whether to say it again with "push" or "knock". Han Yu laughed and said to Jia Dao, "I think it's better to knock. If the door is closed, how can you push it open? Moreover, it is polite to knock on other people's doors at night! " Jia Dao listened to nodding. Not only did he not get punished this time, but he also made friends with Han Yu.