明正德年间,徽州府一带大旱,骄阳似火,土地龟裂。知府一味求神祈雨,无奈“神”无感应,旱情日益严重。一日,有无赖子者,作十七字诗嘲讽道: 知府出祷雨,万民皆喜悦。昨夜推窗看,见月。此诗不胫而走,传到了知府耳里。知府大怒,捉拿无赖子到堂,喝道:“你善作嘲讽诗吗?”无赖子不应。知府疑其诗定非他本人所作,便连声追问作者是谁,胆敢如此狂妄?无赖子仍不应。知府为证实他能否作诗,站起来厉声喝道:“你若能以本官 Ming Zhengde years, Huizhou Prefecture area drought, like the sun, the land cracked. The prefect blindly pray for rain, helpless “God” no response, the growing drought. One day, there are rogue children who make mockery of the seventeen-character poem. Push the window last night to see, see the moon. This poem spread like wildfire, reached the magistrate’s ear. The prefect was furious, caught the rogue child to the church, shouted: “You are good at mocking poetry?” The rascal should not. The prefect suspected that his poem was not made by himself, he kept asking who was the author, daring to be so arrogant? In order to confirm whether he could make poetry, the government prefers to stand up and shout loudly: "If you can be the official