Once he went to a bar and told his boss that I would recite my poem to you and you would give me a glass of wine. The boss simply ignored him and said I could give you a drink, but don't read your poem. Haizi was disappointed that he had no confidant. He thinks the pub owner is giving him a handout. When he walked through a wheat field and saw the waves of wheat rise and fall, he remembered a lot. The same is true of his favorite Van Gogh, who is not understood and is considered crazy. . . . .
That's about it. I read a book that he did encounter a story of exchanging poetry for wine. I don't know if it is true or not, but you can turn this experience into a story with dialogue, scene description and psychological description, and you can also mention Van Gogh by the way.
I don't know if it will help you at all.