Fu Zicun's famous saying is: diving in the glass on the moon will explode your chest. Beauty and violence collide in an instant because of me. Slight drunkenness catalyzed inspiration, released my unscrupulous form, and a bite of anger from the other side reverberated in my chest. When daydreaming becomes the normal state of life, I am like a zombie, and my soul only rises and falls in the atmosphere. Can't you see my bluff? The soul of poetry is the essence of food, and drinking hard can't solve my feelings!

Let me write a crazy poem for you, with unrestrained rhyme and pen and ink flying. Not surprisingly, the most elegant people are often the wildest. They dare to measure the world with a golden tongue. Didn't you see the epidemic sweeping the world? Do dogs like to eat shit and talk nonsense? I feel sick across the Pacific Ocean. I suggest you make way. The same theme buried in every poem is my greatest arrogance and panic. Think of me as keeping a running account. I like reading this newspaper. That's ridiculous.