Wang Fugui is from a wealthy family, but he likes to be elegant and elegant. He especially likes to make friends and writes some poems, so he often likes to show off his appearance with a few average poems, and occasionally he can write a few good poems.

Now that I learned that Lu Changsheng also likes poetry, he naturally couldn't help but take the initiative to show off.

"Brother Wang's proposal is very good!"

“Yes, yes, this proposal is good.”

Everyone nodded.

And Lu Changsheng just glanced at Liu Qingfeng.

In fact, Lu Changsheng didn't hate it very much when chanting poems and having fun. He was just worried that if he recited a poem, it would be bad if he would have any strange phenomena.

Fortunately, there is the Xuanhuang Tower of Heaven and Earth, which can still suppress as long as it is not an excessive vision.

"In this way, the idea is a bit rushed. It's better to listen to Brother Wang's poems first and then listen to Brother Lu's masterpieces,"

Zhou Haijie spoke, thinking that it was a bit difficult to write poems temporarily.

Lu Changsheng nodded.

Wang Fugui immediately coughed slightly and then spoke.

"Since that's the case, I'll be ugly."

After saying this, Wang Fugui stood up and then spoke slowly.

"Red Boat Tour in Jinling!"

"The boat is accompanied by the fish!"

"Like you, me and him!"

"Going together is fate!"

Wang Fugui recited it with great affection.

Especially the last sentence, it is full of emotions.

"good!"

"Okay! OK! OK! This poem is so good!"

"Brother Wang is indeed very talented, so good!"

Everyone suddenly showed admiration.

And Lu Changsheng was stunned.

This thing is also called poetry?

Can this be blown?

He didn't know whether these people were looking for silver or were really low.

This kind of saliva poem requires rhyme without rhyme, and lyrics without words.

He looked at Liu Qingfeng, and the latter could not help but nodded. Although he didn't say anything, he seemed to think it was pretty good at looking at his expression.

At this moment, Lu Changsheng was desperate about this world.

They are all illiterate.

"Every word of the poem by Brother Wang is filled with emotion. The beginning sentence is: Red boats travel to Jinling, and the boats accompany the fish to serve as a foreshadowing. The following two sentences are like you, me and him. Reunion is fate, and it writes the essence."

Zhou Haijie is simply a super licking dog.

Zhang Peng also nodded and said, "The finishing touch is in the last sentence. Reunion is fate. Yes, when we get together, it is indeed a fate."

He said this, and everyone nodded.

"Brother Lu, have you thought about it?"

At this time, Zhou Haijie asked Lu Changsheng, his eyes were full of curiosity.

Lu Changsheng slowly stood up, originally planning to think about a better poem carefully, but now it seems, haha!

"The black clouds have not covered the mountains."

"White rain jumped into the boat randomly."

"The wind blows away suddenly."

"Watching the lake tower is like the sky."

Lu Changsheng slowly drank poems.

He was very calm. This poem was written by the great writer Su Shi and was more than enough to deal with these people.

However, the poem was finished.

Everyone frowned slightly, and Zhou Haijie even spoke.

"Brother Lu's poem is indeed good. It describes the black clouds as if overturned ink. It has not yet covered the mountain. The raindrops fell on the lake and splashed countless waters, jumping into the cabin in a row. Then the strong wind swept, causing the clouds on the lake to scatter. In the last sentence, the rain passed by, the sky was clear and the wind calmed down. I put the boat on the tower and looked at it by the railing. I saw the water on the lake reflecting the sky, the blue color was bright and beautiful."

"But...this poem is not suitable."

Zhou Haijie really has some culture and immediately understands the meaning of the poem Lu Changsheng.

I just feel that Lu Changsheng's poems are not suitable for the situation.

Everyone nodded one after another.

Although the poems are beautiful and the words are excellent, the problem is that poems that are not suitable for the situation always seem to be missing something.

“There is no place for the situation?”

Lu Changsheng smiled and everyone was immediately filled with thoughts.

But soon, Zhou Haijie came to his senses and replied: "The weather is clear, where are the dark clouds coming from? Where are the rain coming from?"

Zhou Haijie is so curious.

At that moment, Lu Changsheng smiled softly.

He slowly walked to the bow of the boat.

Then he stretched out his hand and said slowly.

"Rain, isn't this coming?"

The sound rang.

In an instant.

Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick!

Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick!

On the calm lake, ripples suddenly appeared.

The heavy rain fell, and the entire river surface was jumping.

There is mist everywhere between the mountains and rivers.

The black clouds are like ink, but they have not covered the mountains.

Among the red boat.

Everyone looked at all this in shock.

This...this...this is too extraordinary.

Zhou Haijie was stunned, Wang Fugui was stunned, Zhang Peng was stunned, and everyone on the ship was stunned.

From a distance.

On the bow.

Lu Changsheng was wearing white clothes, like an immortal. He stood at the bow of the boat, facing his back to everyone. At this time, heavy rain was pouring, fog, mountains and rivers, and the sound of rain came from his ears, and the scenery was beautiful.

"How could there be such a handsome person in this world?"

A woman spoke slowly, her eyes were blurred, and a heart had already fallen on Lu Changsheng.

Even the man couldn't help but sigh and felt inexplicably inferior.

Looking at the heavy rain, Lu Changsheng felt a little touch inexplicably.

Standing at the bridge, there was a servant holding an umbrella. The strong wind blew, causing the corners of the clothes to roar.

Standing with his hands behind his back, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but speak.

"A small boat in the waves will slept like a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. When I came, I saw the green mountains and I looked back with my green straw raincoat."

"The spring rain broke through the bridge and people would not cross it, and the boat would spread out the willow shade."

"The spring water is blue in the sky, and I sleep with the rain on the boat."

"The red raindrops drip on the flowers, and the green smoke droops."

Poems were spoken by Lu Changsheng.

In an instant, a mirage appeared in the mist.
To be continued...