"Well, it's so wet!" Li Ziyun praised loudly, which made the white-haired old man burst into laughter. His face shone with luster, and he was obviously very proud. However, at this moment, Li Ziyun suddenly changed the subject: "It's good to be wet."
Wet! It’s just that in this artistic conception——”
"Oh... boy, do you understand poetry too?" The white-haired old man asked, looking down at Li Ziyun with squinting eyes, but his heart trembled. This boy doesn't really understand poetry, but think about it with his
At your age, you can experience so many things. Even if you can write poems, I'm afraid I can't compare to myself, so I said with disdain: "You kid is completely jealous. If you have the ability, you can also recite a poem and let me see it."
!”
Li Ziyun chuckled and scoffed: "Wait a minute!"
Perhaps it was because he followed the white-haired old man to travel around the mountains and rivers. Along the way, he also let go of his scruples and restored his own nature. Seeing the white-haired old man's proud look, he was naturally unconvinced——
However, if he was asked to write a poem, he really couldn't write it. But this is obviously not difficult. The difficulty is that there are too many poems in his stomach and he doesn't know which one to choose...
He put his hands against the stone wall and climbed up the stone wall like a gecko... When the white-haired old man saw this scene, he immediately laughed and said: "Your cultivation is too weak. I don't know how you cultivate, you are so big."
It’s just nine solid layers!”
Regarding this issue, Li Ziyun would not argue with him. Although his movements were clumsy in the eyes of the white-haired old man, his speed was quite fast. In just a moment, he had climbed up the boulder and then squatted down.
Above, he immediately turned his head, looking left and right, as if he was looking for something...
"I asked you to compose a poem. What are you doing in such a crooked way? If you don't know how to do it, just tell me. What I hate most are those hypocrites who don't know how to pretend to understand!" the white-haired old man said very generously.
Li Ziyun rolled his eyes at him angrily and snorted: "You are really right! What I hate most are those hypocrites who don't know how to pretend to understand! Just like someone now, don't you know that the so-called poets,
You are the one who talks about things! But what you think in your heart, what you see with your eyes, and what you hear in your ears can all become poems! I am looking for inspiration right now, and I don’t even understand this. You are still talking poems in front of me. It’s really
It’s so generous!”
"You little brat!" The white-haired old man suddenly blew his nose and glared.
Li Ziyun said tit for tat: "You old rabbit!"
The white-haired old man was a little sensitive to this title. He felt angry for a moment, but in an instant he thought of something and immediately regained his composure. Then his heart moved, his eyes suddenly brightened when he looked at Li Ziyun, he nodded and said: "Well...
What you said makes sense, and I have to say that your knowledge is indeed extraordinary! It seems that you do understand poetry, but it is easy to know but difficult to do. If you understand this truth, you may not be able to write poetry, let alone good poetry.
, then have you found any inspiration?"
Li Ziyun rolled his eyes at him, stood up, and looked around, seeing the red maple leaves all over the mountain. Suddenly his heart moved and he had an idea. He turned to look at the white-haired old man with a smile, and chuckled: "Old man, what are you doing?
Listen up! I will recite a poem for you and let you read it. If you are convinced, how about you tell me why you arrested me?"
The white-haired old man was slightly startled. Looking at Li Ziyun's confident face, he couldn't help but feel anxious. But how could he admit defeat? He looked at Li Ziyun steadily and said slowly: "Okay!"
"Yes!" After receiving the white-haired old man's agreement, Li Ziyun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then looked far away, shook his head coquettishly, pointed with both hands and chanted like a mountain: "Just listen to me!"
