有一次,郑板桥在书房里把自己历来的诗作拿出,准备挑拣、筛选出一部分刻成一部诗集。他发现诗作中有一些内容平庸的应酬之作,不禁摇头。这时,忽然听到远处传来锣声与喊声,书僮前来报告说,东村失火,烧掉了不少房屋,有许多诗稿也被烧掉了,板桥遥望那边被火映得通红的天空,沉吟有顷,把桌上的诗稿推到一边,提起笔来赋诗一首,曰:“闻说东村万首诗,一时烧去更无遗。板桥居士重饶舌,诗到烦君并火之。” Once, in the study, Zheng Banqiao put his historical poetry out, ready to pick, filter out part of a carved into a poetry collection. He found some poetic content mediocre entertainment, can not help but shake his head. At this time, suddenly heard the gongs and shouts heard in the distance, the bookstore came to report that East Village fire, burned a lot of houses, there are many poems have also been burned, overlooking the bridge was Fire reflected the red sky, pondered a moment, the poem on the table pushed to one side, put a pen to write a poem, saying: “smell the East Village million poems, a moment to burn even more .. Banqiao residents talkative , Poetry to bother Jun and fire. ”