Don’t like this?
Miss Hua Chao’s standards are too high today. She didn’t like the previous song, and now she doesn’t like this one either?
The paper was delivered quickly.
Luo Ming clutched the paper with a frown on his face. Just as he was about to say something, someone pulled it away from him.
Wu Dan laughed and said, "Brother Luo! You just said that whether or not you can fulfill it depends on Miss Hua Chao's preference. Brother Wu Ji has accepted it. If you can't accept defeat, it would be too ungraceful, right?"
"you!"
Luo Ming was furious, but Wu Dan had already stopped him from speaking, so he could only snort, wave his hand and return to his seat.
Ying Wuji looked back and said, "Does anyone else want to try? If not, I will show off my ugliness."
Seeing that no one responded, he smiled and picked up the pen.
The pen moves quickly and the handwriting is extremely neat.
He couldn't help but smile. It wasn't because his calligraphy was good, but because Luo Ming's "Mastering Regular Script" was so useful.
Under the gaze of everyone, he wrote out the sentence he had prepared long ago.
When the swallows left, the branches were full of red beans.
Don’t ask those who travel far away when they will return.
Who alone guards the clear waters of Xiaoxiang?
I don’t know what night it is.
When the swallows returned, there was no trace of my beloved.
You should leave intentionally.
I don't want to have no place to put my love for you.
Travel thousands of miles to search.
…
Seeing these sentences, everyone looked at each other in surprise.
To be honest, the images created by these sentences are beautiful, and the stories they tell are quite touching, making people feel as if they can see a sad woman seeing her husband off on a long journey.
But from the perspective of poetry, it is really a bit unsightly.
Or rather, it cannot be called a poem at all.
Why would this proton from the Gan country make such a weird sentence?
Ying Wuji was completely unaware of this and continued writing.
Since Hua Chao said it’s just based on personal preference, then I will write based on your personal preference.
I'm singing "Looking into the Window" as a tribute to your deceased mother, and I don't believe you won't be broken.
This wave.
This wave is called targeted blasting.
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