Such a simple first sentence actually brings the willow tree to life!
Even brings spring to life!
The emerald green of the willow trees, wrapped in the vigorous vitality of spring, is fresh and refined, and wafts towards you.
Cui Xian paused for a moment and continued, "Ten thousand green silk ribbons hanging down!"
The riverside was quiet.
Only the readers' eyes were fixed on Cui Xian with astonishment and shock.
This is to compare the thousands of willow branches to the skirt of a beauty, light and flowing, as silky as ribbons.
So wonderful!
Don't stop!
“I wonder who cut out the fine leaves!”
Hear this.
Zhang Tingyu's face flushed.
Several scholars who were painting all looked up at Cui Xian.
A group of people who were supposed to be recording the poems were staring at their pens, their fingers clenched unconsciously.
Even Su Qi was staring at Cui Xian.
It's time to wrap up.
How do I start this?
That sounds difficult.
But for some reason, everyone's heartbeat started to speed up.
Are they going to witness the birth of a famous poem with their own eyes?
Facing everyone's gaze.
Cui Xian smiled brightly, flicked his sleeves in the spring breeze, turned back to look at Su Qi, and said word by word: "February, month, spring, wind -"
"Like, scissors, knife!"
boom!
This last sentence was like a spring thunder, which made the readers present feel their hearts surge and their scalps numb.
It turns out that poetry can be written like this?
The spring breeze in February is like a pair of scissors!
After today.
This spring breeze has a shape!
Su Qi himself looked as if he had seen a ghost, and stared at Jia Shao in a daze.
He's going to shut himself off.
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