Chen Zihan didn't answer right away, but instead asked Lu Ruorong: "What do you like most about West Lake?"
Lu Ruorong thought carefully for a moment before answering, "The city and nature are perfectly integrated, and there are countless heart-wrenching historical legends."
"Yes, precisely because of so many fascinating things, countless scholars and poets throughout history have been obsessed with West Lake!"
"What game do you want to play with me?" Lu Ruorong was still a little confused. "Don't keep me in suspense!"
Chen Zihan stopped and pointed to the Jindai Bridge not far away. "Let's use West Lake as the theme and see who can recite the most poems related to West Lake. Every time you recite a poem, you can take a step forward. Whoever reaches the Jindai Bridge first wins."
"Who's afraid of who?" Lu Ruorong suddenly became interested. "I will definitely win. If I win, will you promise me something?"
"If you think there's a better bet, you can raise it!"
Lu Ruorong bit her lip and looked at Chen Zihan: "Then let's make this bet. The loser has to promise the other one something. If you lose, I want you to do something; if I lose, you can also ask me to do something."
Chen Zihan reminded him, "We agreed that no matter what happens!"
"Okay!" Lu Ruorong agreed.
The two people use rock-paper-scissors to decide who goes first.
As a result, Chen Zihan played scissors and Lu Ruorong played paper.
Chen Zihan came first.
He began with a quote from Yang Wanli's famous poem: "After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that in other seasons..."
After reading it, take a big step forward.
"To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jiating, the water surface is just beginning to level off and the clouds are low... I love walking on the east side of the lake the most, and seeing the white sand embankment in the shade of green willows." Lu Ruorong also took a step forward and stood with Chen Zihan.
“…If I were to compare the West Lake to Xi Shi…” Chen Zi Han took another step forward.
"Beyond the mountains are green mountains, and beyond the buildings are buildings. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop..." Lu Ruorong stood side by side with Chen Zihan again, looking at Chen Zihan provocatively.
"The West Lake is beautiful after the flowers have faded, with the fallen petals scattered everywhere..." Chen Zihan just started to speak when he was interrupted by Lu Ruorong.
"This is a poem Ouyang Xiu wrote for Yingzhou West Lake, not Qiantang West Lake, so it doesn't count."
"Okay!" Chen Zi Han thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case, so he quickly thought of another poem.
"The southeast is a beautiful place, it is the capital of the Three Wus, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times..." Chen Zihan thought of Liu Sanbian's famous work "Looking at the Tide" and took another step forward.
"I can't leave Hangzhou, half of the reason I stay here is this lake," Lu Ruorong followed Chen Zihan's steps and came up.
It was Chen Zihan's turn. After thinking for a while, he recited: "In my dream, I met West Lake, but when I woke up, everything was blurry..."
Seeing that Chen Zihan had been thinking for a long time, Lu Ruorong refused to give in: "Add one more rule, it must be recited within ten seconds, otherwise it won't count."
Chen Zihan looked depressed: "Doesn't that mean there's no time to think?"
"If you're thinking of waiting until next year, then don't I have to wait until next year?"
"Okay!" Chen Zihan could only agree, but he still jokingly said, "Waiting until next year wouldn't be bad either. Waiting until the end of time wouldn't be a problem either."
"......" Lu Ruorong's pretty face turned slightly hot.
"I am still with the friend from last year, borrowing the grass from West Lake together..."
"I will always remember the place where we once held hands, with thousands of trees and the cold blue West Lake..."
…
After walking more than ten steps, the two were still standing side by side, but sweat had already appeared on Chen Zihan's forehead.
"The West Lake is beautiful, with fresh clouds and fresh scenery..."
After Lu Ruorong recited another poem, he stood next to Chen Zihan again.
Chen Zihan couldn't think of any other poems about West Lake.
"My spring clothes are still there, my needlework was once wetted by the rain of West Lake..."
Lu Ruorong surpassed Chen Zihan.
"I want to tell this to the beauty of West Lake by turning my boat back..."
"The setting sun casts a beautiful light on the West Lake, and the flowers and apple trees on the shore..."
Lu Ruorong had left Chen Zihan quite a distance behind.
Looking at Lu Ruorong who was getting farther and farther away from him, Chen Zihan opened his mouth in surprise.
I really underestimated this woman.
He originally thought that since he had watched many episodes of "Chinese Poetry Competition" in the future, had participated in the program because of his experience in foreign aid, had been in a group of 100 people and almost succeeded in the competition, he would be able to beat Lu Ruorong no matter what.
Unexpectedly, the final result was that he dug a hole and buried himself.
However, seeing Lu Ruorong's excited expression, he felt that today's game was a great idea.
He no longer thought about the poems related to West Lake, but quietly watched Lu Ruorong walking away from him.
Lu Ruorong was still reciting poems one after another. Because they were too far away, she was afraid that Chen Zihan couldn't hear her, so she covered her mouth with her hands and shouted.
In the dim night, Lu Ruorong's flying hair and graceful jumping figure made Chen Zihan's heart beat faster.
People passing by stood there and watched curiously.
But Lu Ruorong ignored it, she was completely immersed in this game.
So what if I become a scenery in the eyes of others?
"Who sang the song of Hangzhou? Ten miles of lotus and three autumns of osmanthus. Who knew that flowers and trees are heartless, stirring up the sorrow of the Yangtze River?" After reciting this poem, Lu Ruorong took a big step forward, turned around and shouted to Chen Zihan, "Little friend Chen Zihan, I won!"
Seeing her cheering and jumping for joy, many onlookers were moved.
This woman is so beautiful.
Chen Zihan quickly ran to Lu Ruorong and looked at her smug smile. He felt extremely happy in his heart, "Congratulations on beating me!"
"You underestimated me!"
"Yes, I really underestimated you!" Chen Zihan looked at Lu Ruorong deeply and said softly, "I should give you a poem: A person with knowledge of poetry and books is naturally elegant."
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