This little poem has a history! ! ! !
Once upon a time, there was a teacher who was very knowledgeable and had a good memory. He likes drinking. He often goes to the temple on the mountain to find a monk to drink, and while drinking, he talks about everything.
Once, the monk wanted to test Mr. Wang's knowledge and memory, so he asked Mr. Wang to recite pi once, to 22 decimal places, and then said to Mr. Wang, "I recite it three times." If you can recite it at once, I'm willing to punish him with thirty glasses of wine. " This pi is not an ordinary number, and the numbers after the decimal point are endless and irregularly arranged, so it is not easy for ordinary people to recite it, not to mention that monks only read it three times. However, the clever gentleman came up with a brilliant idea and recited it quickly. It turned out that according to the similar pronunciation, when he listened to the monk for the second time, he made up a ballad: "There is a pot of wine in a temple on the top of the mountain, you can enjoy it. Eat it, it will kill you, but it won't kill you. "
So, when the monk said it for the third time, he quickly remembered a long list of complicated numbers: 3.6638+041536.50089.50985 After hearing this, the monk repeatedly praised Mr. Wang for his extraordinary memory, which was really extraordinary. He even wanted to drink 30 glasses of wine.
I hope it is useful to you ~ ~ ~