What is the bottom line for drunks to ride donkeys and turn their heads to calculate wine accounts?

One winter, Su Dongpo and Qin Shaoyou rode donkeys to enjoy the snow in the suburbs of Xun Mei and walked to the river at the foot of the mountain. I met an old man riding on the back of a donkey and got drunk as a fiddler. Sue is a pair of:

Drunk people ride donkeys, tossing their heads to calculate wine bills.

Qin Shaoyou looked across the river and saw a boatman shaking his oars and coming against the current. Then he said to himself:

The ferryman paddled the boat, bowing and begging for money.

Dongpo praised with joy: "There are pictures in poetry." The two continued to walk in the snow and soon arrived at Meizhu Village. I saw the vast Xue Hai, dotted with small red plums and Bai Mei; On that bamboo forest, white snow covered the green bamboo. A gust of wind came and the snow rustled on the bamboo. Qin Shaoyou came to a Bai Mei tree and sang the first part of the song:

Snow in Bai Mei, snow in Bai Meimei.

Hearing this, Dongpo shook his bamboo pole and said, bamboo is in the wind, and the wind turns it over.

Shaoyou patted the saddle happily and praised: "What a word' turn', which brought the wind and bamboo shadow to life."