Unremarkable Big Brother

"Why not? Follow my elder brother, pigs can also compose poetry."

Liu Qingfeng said unconvinced, but after finishing speaking, he realized that this sentence seemed to be scolding himself.

At that moment, Liu Qingfeng waved his hands and said, "Listen to me first!"

"You read."

Gan Qiye nodded.

"Ahem!" Liu Qingfeng coughed deliberately, then stood up and said slowly.

"The grass is green in a hurry, the drizzle is continuous, the spring is coming early, and the celebration is in the imperial capital!"

"How is it? Okay?"

Liu Qingfeng asked excitedly.

"puff!"

Lu Changsheng spit out a mouthful of tea.

This is also called poetry?

That's it?

are you kidding me?

Isn't this just an extra word in the idiom?

Yet it is astounding.

Gan Qiye, who was always venomous, actually nodded his head, and thoughtfully said: "Your poem is not bad, but people say seven-character poems, you are five-character poems, it's not good."

Gan Qiye said so.

Lu Changsheng sprayed again. He looked at Qian Qiye and couldn't help asking: "Are you serious?"

"Seriously what?"

Gan Qiye had a question mark on his face.

"As far as this poem is concerned, do you think it is not bad?"

Lu Changsheng asked.

"Although I don't think this kid is very pleasing, this poem is indeed okay."

Gan Qiye nodded seriously.

Liu Qingfeng was a little upset when he heard the first half of the sentence, but he lost his temper when he heard the second half of the sentence. After all, he was the first person to praise himself for his good poetry, so he held back.

"Ah"

Lu Changsheng had nothing to say.

Everything is good in this world, but liberal arts is too hip.

Is this also called poetry?

not bad?

Ha ha.

"So do you think there's something to add?"

Liu Qingfeng asked Qian Qiye.

"Add something? I'll think about it."

Gan Qiye pondered carefully.

Lu Changsheng didn't bother to pay attention to the two of them.

Start thinking about your own poetry.

After a while, Lu Changsheng thought of it.

"Pen and ink serve."

Lu Changsheng spoke.

In an instant, the woman at the door brought pen and ink.

Lu Changsheng picked up the pen, and then slowly put it down.

"The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp."

"Grass looks far away, but there is nothing near."

"The most important thing is a year of spring."

"Superbly wins the imperial capital full of smoke and willows."

Lu Changsheng did it in one go.

This poem is very famous, and it is very suitable for today's topic.

Green grass, drizzle, spring, imperial capital.