Niu Gensheng sleepwalked to the Tsinghua Academy to meet Zhu Ziqing and asked him what prose is? Zhu Ziqing said that "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" is good prose! Taiwan's Lin Qingxuan's "Wen A Pot of Moonlight Wine" is a good prose! Niu Gensheng said that Yu Qiuyu is not a prose master! My master, Lingnan Ghost Cai, is also the original name of prose! Now I read aloud his famous work "Drunken Wen A Pot of Moonlight Wine" to share with readers:

Warming a pot of moonlight wine is not the patent of Taiwanese writer Lin Qingxuan, and by moonlight, I was already a little drunk and confused. I don't care about Marquez's "One Hundred Years of Solitude", Yu Qiuyu's "Cultural Journey", or Nobel Prize-winning Mo Yan's "Frog", or Jia Pingwa's "Waste Capital". I just want to get drunk with a pot of moonlight wine, smile at the spring breeze and autumn moon, and see through the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court.

Reminiscing like a passing year, I vaguely remember that this month once looked at the ancients, how could people have seen the ancient moon today? I wandered in the song moon, I was drunk and danced messily, and the shadow became three people. The poet fairy Li Taibai and his old man are a little hazy to the moon, and the birds are hazy, leaving a curtain of dreams, so that future generations can remember this feeling. When did Su Dongpo send out the bright moon, and asked the wine to the blue sky, only to end up with a bright moon and a thousand miles to send acacia. The ancients didn't know how to warm a pot of moonlight wine, but today they sang a song "The Moon Represents My Heart" to become a household name, popular among the people, and popular all over the country. It is true that wine is not drunk, and everyone is drunk.

Wen a pot of moonlight wine, you can chat with friends about tea, you can sing a song, you can laugh proudly, you can also taste wine. Guan Yu warmed the wine and cut Huaxiong, when Cao Cao and Liu Bei Qingmei cooked wine and talked about heroes, now there are Lingnan ghosts to warm a pot of moonlight wine, pour yourself a drink, and have a different taste in your heart. The insects fly, the flowers are drunk, the drunk knows that the wine is strong, and the injured party knows that it is serious. Stay away from the hustle and bustle of mundane affairs, and leave behind the trivialities of the world. Give yourself a spiritual home and relieve the tense nerves brought by the pressure of survival. Give your heart a good vacation and release yourself. Through the drunkenness of the moonlight, I saw myself clearly, saw through the vicissitudes of the world? It turns out that moonshine can be served with wine?

Drunk with a lamp to read a book, a good dream in my dreams, I was drunk with a pot of moonlight wine. I found that there was only "100 years of confused wine" around me, there were no condiments for wine on the table, no beef jerky, no peanuts, only Ma Yuan's new book "Cow Ghost Snake God", I disdained avant-garde novels, because I was more crazy than Ma Yuan, others laughed at me for being too crazy, and I laughed at the poor for not knowing how to see through. Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions" and Jin Yong's "Smiling Proud Jianghu" are in line with my heart, but unfortunately there are no desks. I can drink anything, but I didn't expect that the moonlight can be drunk, Lin Qingxuan is simply a genius among geniuses, ten times higher than my literary attainments, it is really a bone and a genius, and even the ghost genius Li He sighed to himself. It is more creative than the sauce explosion in "Shaolin Football", more poetic than Picasso's oil painting "The Boy with a Pipe", and even more incredible than Ingres's "Spring". I can only get drunk with a pot of moonlight wine, and worship Lin Qingxuan, a master of prose, with my heart. Spend a lifetime reading the great works of Master Lin and his old man!

Drunk with a pot of moonlight wine, no poetry, no flowers, only boundless loneliness to accompany me, lonely as the starry sky, moonlight like water such as poetry, under the moon I have already drunk and hazy, half-dreaming and half-awake, in the dream I was in a trance with Master Lin Qingxuan candle night light, see each other late, a bright moon hanging in the sky outside the window, the bright moon in the sky, like a poem beautiful and lonely starry sky like a flower.

After reading it, Niu Gensheng burst into tears! Ah! He is the best prose on the earth! This is an affirmation of his literary brilliance!