Quickly, I go to the backyard, up the stairs, and push open the door leading to my desk.
Suddenly, I remember that there are two people sleeping in my room. It became colder last night. I have a strong physique and barely felt it, but the two women sharing my bed are ordinary people.
I hurried back, shut the door, and sat down at my desk again.
I put the laptop away and cleared the desk.
I filled the water, ground the ink, and laid out the paper.
I picked up the brush, moistened it, took a moment to collect my thoughts, and then put the words I had in mind onto the paper.
It was an obscure poetic form called "Drunk Whip".
When Li Shi first read the name of this poetic form, he was stunned. He thought--if there are hidden meanings in these words, it sounded a bit crude.
Of course, the real meaning of "Drunk Whip" refers to returning home with a whip trailing after one is drunk.
