The story of a famous writer: Pu Songling wrote Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio based on anecdotes.

One midsummer in the early years of Kangxi, at the Manjingzhuang intersection in the east of Zichuan, Shandong Province, every day, when the golden rooster sings the dawn and the smoke is everywhere, Pu Songling, who is in his thirties, can often be seen sitting on the reed mat with a big bottle of strong tea beside him. There are four or five bowls of coarse porcelain and a packet of local silk.

Whenever a pedestrian passes by, Pu Songling will stand up and warmly invite the other person to sit down and have a tea rest. Pu Songling has a rule that drinking tea is free, and people who drink tea only need to tell what they have seen and heard. So passers-by like to stop and chat in this tea stall, talking about all kinds of anecdotes, and talking about it. Pu Songling immediately offered a bowl of tea to moisten his throat and continued to finish the story.

There is an old man with white hair and a hunchback, who is well informed. Pu Songling was polite to him and respectfully asked the old man to tell anecdotes he knew. The old man smoked while drinking tea and told the story of "Kei Ma drifting to Luo Cha". Fascinated, Pu Songling went back to write "Luo Cha City", full of flowers, like ghosts on earth. In this way, he collected an article and wrote another. After a long time, he finally wrote Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio, which accommodates all rivers.

One day, a middle-aged man with a heavy bag came to the tea stall. Pu Songling asked him to sit down, poured strong tea and said with a smile, "You have to tell me a story." The middle-aged man took a sip of tea from the bowl and said, "Let me tell you a story about tea." So middle-aged people began to speak vividly.

It is said that there is a monk in Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou who is famous for making tea. His tea set is exquisite, and there are many famous teas in his collection, which are divided into several grades. What grade of tea to make depends on the identity of the visitors. He would never take it out if he was not a distinguished guest or a confidant who was good at tea tasting.

One day, a big official came to the temple, and the monk greeted him respectfully and saluted him. Then he took out good tea and offered it to the official personally, expecting to be praised by the official. Who knows, the official only took a sip of tea without saying a word. Confused, the monk took out the best famous tea at home and gave it to the officials. The tea was almost finished, but the official still didn't say a word of praise. The monk couldn't wait any longer. He bowed and asked, "What do you think of this tea?" The official picked up the teacup and bowed his head and said, "It's very hot!" "

Hearing this, Pu Songling laughed and said, "A guest told a story about a pigeon just now. A pigeon fan named Zhang Youliang collects all kinds of famous pigeons and feeds them like a mother feeding a baby. A senior official wants pigeons. Seeing that they were his father's good friends, Zhang You chose two of the most precious white pigeons to send. A few days later, Zhang Youliang met the official and couldn't help asking about the pigeon. The official said,' it's quite fat. It's cooked and eaten.' Zhang Youliang is remorseful. The story I heard from you and Zhang Youliang sending pigeons to senior officials are a joke of a nature. "

In the evening, Pu Songling sat under the lamp, savoring the story he heard during the day, and then processed it into an article, which was written as Pigeon Alien. Pu Songling set up a tea stall beside the village road for pedestrians to stop and chat. In the process of chatting while drinking tea, Pu Songling is "curious" and often captures the material for writing books.

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Pu Songling was unhappy all his life and never realized his long-cherished wish of winning the championship, becoming famous and mending the sky. However, in the end, he made extraordinary achievements in literature with tenacious will and unyielding personality in an infinitely lonely and desolate situation.