It is said that Luo Yin was very literate when he was young and could export poems. However, due to his poor family, he often has to go out for short-term jobs. One day on the edge of Tomb-Sweeping Day, he helped the owner to farm, and it was raining in Mao Mao. He ran back to his host's house to eat snacks, and the host brought a pot of wine and a plate of rice cakes. At this time, three scholars came to the host, so the host asked them to have dinner together. Scholar looked down on the little boy who was ploughing the fields, and deliberately raised the topic of making things difficult for Luo Yin, saying, "In the face of this situation, we might as well write a poem to express our feelings, and then we can do it-we can eat it, but we can only stare. Is that okay? " Luo Yin was secretly amused, but deliberately embarrassed: "I'm afraid it's not easy."

The three scholars smiled proudly and said, "This is the rule before we wait for dinner. Anyway, if you have something to say first, you can do it, you can eat enough, but you can't do it. " So, one of them immediately took the kiss and said, "It rained a lot during the Qingming Festival, and the scholar went to the countryside to look for poetry. Have a rice bowl and a glass of wine, and you must go to Longmen next year! "

Hearing this, Luo Yin nodded, then shook his head and said, "It's a pity that you are ambitious." Before Luo Yin finished, the second one couldn't wait to sing: "It rained a lot during the Qingming Festival, and the scholar went to the countryside to pay homage to his ancestral graves. It is difficult to cry, and rice wine is boring. "

Luo Yin laughed: "It turned out to be a fake dutiful son!" At this time, the third scholar couldn't hold back, waved his hand and rushed to read: "It rained in the Qingming Festival, and the scholar went to the countryside to swim." I ate and drank, turned around and found the house beautiful. "

Luo Yin sneered: "I was rude, rude. I used to be a disciple. " The literati ignored Luo Yin's taunts and urged him to write poems. Luo Yin waved and said, "Don't worry-don't worry, my poem is still long. Please listen patiently. Don't interrupt in the middle, or I won't be able to. " The scholars thought that Luo Yin couldn't do it, so they pretended to make excuses and said, "Don't interrupt, don't interrupt, just do it!" Luo Yin coughed slightly and intoned calmly, "It rained a lot during the Qingming Festival, and the old man was hungry. Drink a cup of old wine to moisten your throat and eat a bowl of rice to fill your stomach. " —— As soon as Luo Yin finished drinking and chewing his rice bowl, he continued to read: Two or three is not enough, plus four, five, six, seven, eight "... He ate while reading a book, and ate a rice bowl without waiting for the scholars to react. Say and roared off, leaving three scholars sitting there staring blankly.