Ruan Xian, birth and death are unknown. I went to the bamboo forest with my uncle Ruan Ji. Clever understanding of melody, good at playing pipa. Disdain etiquette, willful and unruly, fell in love with my aunt's maid. When he got married, he took the maid away. When he learned that, he borrowed a guest horse to chase the maid in front of a room full of guests. After catching up, I rode back with the maid, and others made irresponsible remarks. He doesn't care. At that time, it was a bold act that crossed the ceremony. The image of Ruan Xian in the picture highlights his "skillful understanding of music and playing the pipa". Wearing a hat, the corner of the towel floats behind my head. Sitting on a leather mattress, holding Ruan lightly with both hands and smiling, I entered the world of music.