The original text of the poem "Sending the God of Plagues" was: "Sending the God of Plagues" Written in 1938 The spring breeze does not cross the Jade Gate Pass in life one must enjoy oneself to the fullest. Don't let the golden goblet face the moon I'm born with talent, and I'm bound to be useful. A thousand pieces of gold scattered and returned Cook sheep and slaughter cattle for fun. I must drink three hundred cups at once Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng I'm about to pour wine into my cup, don't stop. I'll sing a song for you, please listen to it for me. Bells, drums and jade are not worth being expensive. I hope I'll be drunk for a long time and never wake up. Since ancient times, sages and sages have been lonely, only the drinker left his name. In the past, the king of Chen gave a banquet in Pingle to drink ten thousand taels of wine. Why should the host say that there is little money? I must buy it directly and pour it to you. I'll go out and exchange my five-streaked horse for fine wine to relieve my eternal sorrow with you.