Eldest Senior Brother is Ordinary

Wang Fugui has a wealthy family, but he likes vassal elegance very much, especially likes to make friends, and also writes some poems, so he often likes to show off a few ordinary poems, and occasionally he can write a few relatively good poems.

Now that he learned that Lu Changsheng also likes poetry, he naturally took the initiative and wanted to show off.

"Brother Wang, this proposal is very good!"

"Yes, yes, this is a good proposal."

Everyone nodded.

And Lu Changsheng just glanced at Liu Qingfeng.

In fact, Lu Changsheng didn't really dislike reciting poems and making music, but he was worried that if he recited a poem and something strange happened, it wouldn't be very good.

Fortunately, there is the Xuanhuang Pagoda of Heaven and Earth. As long as it is not an excessive vision, it can still be suppressed.

"In this way, I'm in a hurry. Why don't we listen to Brother Wang's poems first, and then listen to Brother Lu's masterpiece."

Zhou Haijie opened his mouth, thinking that it would be difficult for Lu Changsheng to write poetry temporarily.

And Lu Changsheng nodded.

Immediately, Wang Fugui coughed slightly, and then said.

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

After saying this, Wang Fugui got up and slowly opened his mouth.

"Red Boat Jinling Tour!"

"The boat accompanies the fish!"

"Like you and me!"

"Meeting is fate!"

Wang Fugui read it very affectionately.

Especially the last sentence is full of emotion.

"it is good!"

"Good! Good! Good! This poem is so good!"

"Brother Wang is really only eight fights tall, that's great!"

The crowd suddenly showed admiration.

And Lu Changsheng was stunned.

This thing is also called poetry?

Can this blow too?

He didn't know whether these people were looking at the silver taels or whether they were really low level.

This kind of slobbery poem needs rhyme without rhyme and words without words.

He looked at Liu Qingfeng, who couldn't help but nodded. Although he didn't say anything, he seemed to think it was not bad.

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

They are all illiterate.

"Brother Wang's poem is full of emotion. The first sentence is a red boat swimming in Jinling, and the boat is accompanied by the fish. The following two sentences are like you, me, and him. Meeting is fate, and the essence is written."

Zhou Haijie is simply a super licking dog.

And Zhang Peng also nodded and said: "The finishing touch, in the last sentence, getting together is a fate, yes, it is indeed a fate for me to get together."

He said this, and everyone nodded.

"Brother Lu, have you made up your mind?"

At this time, Zhou Haijie asked Lu Changsheng with curiosity in his eyes.

And Lu Changsheng got up slowly, originally planning to think about a better poem, but now, hehe!

"The black cloud turns over the ink and does not cover the mountain."

"Bai Yu jumped into the boat randomly."

"The wind blows and blows away."

"The water below Wanghu Tower is like the sky."

Lu Changsheng slowly drank poetry.

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

But the poem is finished.

Everyone frowned slightly, and Zhou Haijie even said.

"Brother Lu's poem is really good. It describes the black clouds like overturned ink. The mountains have not been covered. The raindrops fell on the lake and splashed countless splashes. They jumped into the cabin one after another. The last sentence, after the rain, the sky is fine, the wind is calm and the waves are calm, leave the boat and go upstairs, lean on the railing and look out, see the lake and the water reflecting the sky, the same color of blue, clear and beautiful."

"But... this poem is not suitable for the occasion."

Zhou Haijie really has some culture, and he immediately understood the meaning of Lu Changsheng's poem.

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

Everyone also nodded.

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

"Isn't there a situation?"

Lu Changsheng said with a smile, and everyone's mind was instantly swayed.

But soon, Zhou Haijie came back to his senses and replied, "The weather is fine, where did the dark clouds come from, and where did the rain come from?"

Zhou Haijie is so curious.

At the moment, Lu Changsheng smiled lightly.

He walked slowly to the bow.

Then he stretched out his hand and said slowly.

"Rain, isn't this coming?"

sounded.

In an instant.

Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock!

Ripples suddenly appeared on the calm lake.

The heavy rain fell, and the water droplets jumped all over the river.

Between the mountains and rivers, the fog is filled.

The black clouds were like ink, but they couldn't cover the mountains.

In the red boat.

The crowd watched all this in astonishment.

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

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

from a distance.

on the bow.

Lu Changsheng was dressed in white, like an immortal. He stood on the bow of the boat with his back to the crowd. At this time, the rain was pouring, the foggy landscape, and the sound of falling rain came from his ears, and the scenery was beautiful.

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

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

Even a man couldn't help but feel a sense of inferiority in his heart.

Looking at the pouring rain, Lu Changsheng also had some sense of touch.

Standing at the head of the bridge, someone was holding an umbrella, and the wind was blowing, making the corners of the clothes rattle.

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

"A leaf boat in the waves slept in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. When I came to sleep, my eyes were full of green mountains, and I went back full of green leaves."

"The bridge is broken in the spring rain, and the boat is propped up by Liu Yin."

"Spring water is clearer than the sky, draw a boat and listen to the rain and sleep."

"Red raindrops drip, green smoke hangs from the willows."

A line of poetry was spoken by Lu Changsheng.

In an instant, a mirage appeared in the mist.

Ships appeared, and figures appeared one after another.

Someone fell asleep on a boat in the waves, and when he woke up, the green hills were dyed with twilight, and he was about to leave with a green scorpion.

In spring, the river water is clear and green, better than the blue of the sky. Lying on a boat and falling asleep listening to the rain is such a beautiful sentence.

On the Jinling River, many ships came and went, and they were amazed at the mirage in the mist.

Lu Changsheng chuckled.

This kind of beauty is intoxicating, as if all the struggles and right and wrong have all vanished.

Everyone in the red boat got up one after another, walked to the bow, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery with Lu Changsheng.

"Spring water is clearer than the sky, painting a boat listening to the rain and sleeping, so beautiful, these words are so beautiful! Brother Lu is so talented!" Li Yue admired him from the bottom of his heart, and he bowed to Lu Changsheng.

"The red raindrops are dripping, and the green smoke is hanging from the willows. Although there are no willows, the beauty is in my heart. Brother Lu is a great talent." Zhou Haijie also sighed deeply.

Everyone was intoxicated by the beautiful words, unable to extricate themselves.

And that's it.

The sky suddenly became clear.

The lake is clear and the sky is blue.

The rain is coming fast, and it is going fast.

Leaving a picture of the world to the people on board.

Looking at this beautiful scenery, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but sigh.

"Changsheng, why are you so handsome?"

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I was dizzy and fell asleep for a long time. When I woke up, I found that it was six o'clock. Let's get up and start typing.

When I first woke up, I might be a little lonely, full of emotions, inexplicable, and I would like to thank every reader for their support.

Thank you!