This Is My Primitive Tribe

Today, I occasionally thought of this poem, "The world and the earth all work together, and it is not free to transport heroes." So I searched for this poem. The author is Luo Yin.

I have a little impression of Luo Yin. I remember that he also wrote another song "Bee": "Regardless of flat land and mountain peaks, the endless scenery is occupied. After brewing a hundred flowers into honey, whoever works hard is who will be sweet."

Later, I went to search for this person, good guy, I was stunned.

"Today there is wine, and today is drunk, and tomorrow's worries come tomorrow."

"I'm not a famous person and I'm not married, so maybe I'm not as good as others."

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Many famous poems come from Luo Yin, but very few people know him. Is this too outrageous?

I took another look at his life and was even more shocked.

He was famous when he was young, but he went to Beijing to take the exam more than a dozen times, and he failed every time.

For example, the daughter of the prime minister at that time was very fascinated by his poems. She tried every means to get her father to invite him to her house, and wanted to meet her idol. As a result, Luo Yin was too ugly. Read his poems.

He had been taking the exam for more than ten years, and he was disheartened. When he came home and passed a place, he met a prostitute he met at the beginning, and was mocked by the prostitute.

"Ten years have passed, why are you still a scholar?"

This sentence is too hurtful, but Luo Yin really couldn't refute it, so he wrote another poem: "Zhong Ling is drunk for more than ten springs, and sees Yun Ying's palm again. people."

I, Luo Yin, didn't become famous, and you didn't find a gold master to marry, maybe they're not as good as others...

After reading Luo Yin's life, he can only sigh: Who can explain such a thing clearly?