"Since you are the one questioning it, then you can ask the question yourself. But don't say later that you did it to make me."
"Okay, you wrote three poems on Double Ninth Festival, and they were all classics. So today you and I will each write three poems, about objects, about the countryside, and about gracefulness."
"Yes." Gu Can nodded.
Huanxisha
A new song, a glass of wine, last year's weather, the same pavilion. When will the setting sun return? Helplessly, the flowers fall, and the familiar swallows return. I wander alone along the fragrant path in the small garden.
drinking
I have built my hut in a human world, yet there is no noise of carriages and horses. How could you do that? The mind is far away, and the place is naturally remote.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, I leisurely see the southern mountains. The mountain air is beautiful at dusk, flying towards us and returning.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten the words to explain it.
Lime Chant
Thousands of hammers and chisels have carved out the mountains, and the raging fire has burned as if it were nothing. I am not afraid of being torn to pieces, as long as I can leave my innocence in the world.
"You can't wake up a person who pretends to be asleep. No matter what I do, you will always have an excuse waiting for you. I come to compete with you in poetry today just to tell you that you are not as good as me in writing poetry, and the same goes for being a person." Gu Can put down his pen and looked at Mo Qing and said.
After saying this, Gu Can turned and left. Well, she actually used poems from her ancestors, but she wasn't incapable of writing real poems; after all, she had also passed the imperial examination. But with the protection of her ancestors, why bother herself?
This is the confidence brought by the great China!
With this live broadcast, Gu Can's three poems became widely circulated again. Gu Can's popularity also increased greatly. However, Mo Qing lost a lot of fans.
"Have you finished reading?" Jing Yi waited until everyone had finished reading before carefully putting the three sheets of paper away. Hehe, this is Gu Can's manuscript!
This time there is no principal or teacher, no one can compete with him!
I took it home and framed it, and admired it secretly without letting grandpa know.
Jing Yi's calculations were clattering.
"Haha. President, if you see me, you'll get a share." Zhuge Erniu is not stupid. She has been waiting eagerly for a long time. Jing Yi looked back. No, didn't they all follow Gu Can? How come everyone in the poetry club is still there!
"Don't rush to grab it. Wait for me to frame it when I get back and hang it in our poetry club. It will be the treasure of our Qingwen Poetry Club in the future." Jing Yi shouted immediately. This cannot be snatched.
"Okay, President, you said it," the members of the poetry club said. Fortunately, Jing Yi's reputation was pretty good.
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