Little Farmer Big Star

After walking down the Broken Bridge from the other end, you will arrive at the famous Bai Causeway.

Standing on the white embankment and looking south, the Leifeng Pagoda is faintly visible.

Leifeng Pagoda is also completely famous for "The Legend of the White Snake".

For Qin Yulin, the Leifeng Pagoda made her feel special.

"Want to visit Leifeng Pagoda?" Li Fan asked.

Qin Yulin said: "Yes! Leifeng Pagoda is now one of the most famous scenic spots in West Lake."

Li Fan said: "Okay, then let's walk from Baiti to Sudi, and then go all the way to Leifeng Pagoda to have a look."

Qin Yulin nodded.

The two of them were not in a hurry, and walked slowly along the white embankment. There were many people upstream and it was quite lively.

On both sides of the white embankment, there are also many people who like poetry chanting poems against each other, attracting many people to watch.

Walking all the way, when passing a crowd, I suddenly heard bursts of cheers and cheers from the crowd.

Then there are people who praise "good poetry, good poetry" and the like.

It seems that someone has made a good poem.

Li Fan and Qin Yulin looked at each other with some interest.

Then, the two walked towards the crowd. What kind of good poem are they going to see? To be able to attract such praise from the onlookers.

After approaching the crowd, I happened to see that someone was showing the poem to everyone, and while showing it, he also commented briefly.

After reading it, Li Fan nodded, but it can indeed be regarded as a good poem. With a certain level, it should be from the hands of a professional poet.

This situation is very common in West Lake. Professional poets often come to West Lake for inspiration to write poems.

Or alone, or in three or five people, of course there may be more people.

And now, Li Fan observed the situation at the scene. There should be several poets here to learn from each other.

The poem just now was written by a tall, thin man in his 30s.

At this time, the tall and thin man was quite excited, and he was doing a series of modest poems, which made everyone laugh.

After hearing this, everyone naturally expressed that the tall and thin man was humble.

After some praise and humility, another slightly fat man said: "Okay, now let's go to the next poem title. The next poem title is 'snow', and I will write a poem with the title of 'snow'. This time we will see who will show it. First-hand? Of course, if any of the friends at the scene have poems, we also welcome you to share your poems with us all to enjoy together."

The last sentence was addressed to the audience. There's nothing wrong with that.

If you can watch here, you are at least somewhat interested in poetry, and you are considered a poetry lover.

Poetry lovers also have the ability to write poetry, but generally speaking, the level of poetry writing is not as high as that of professional poets.

Therefore, the onlookers at the scene are also thinking, and they are indeed interested in writing poetry.

If you can make a good poem and write it out for everyone to appreciate and comment on, that feeling will obviously be quite good.

Qin Yulin leaned into Li Fan's ear and whispered, "Would you like to write a song?"

Li Fan shook his head and said, "I won't write it. Let's see what they write."

Qin Yulin nodded and said, "Alright."

The title of the poem "Snow" is indeed very common, but it is precisely because of it that there are many poems with the title of "Snow".

There are so many poems, it is not easy to write a new poem with the title of "Snow"!

Several professional poets at the scene all frowned slightly, thinking positively, and there were no good verses for a while.

After a while, no one spoke or wrote.

A very common poem title, but it stumped everyone.

At this time, a voice in the crowd whispered: "It's very simple to write a poem with the title of 'snow'."

Although the voice was small, everyone at the scene heard it.

The slightly fat man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly looked in the direction from which the voice came.

Of course, the rest of the people also looked in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw that the speaker was a rather young man.

The young man was not Li Fan, but someone else.

When the young man saw that everyone on the scene was looking at him, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback, as if he didn't understand what was going on?

Only then did I realize that it was someone else who heard the muttering I just said?

Got it! Done!

The young man secretly shouted "No", and now he is afraid that he will be embarrassed.

Because, in fact, he did not think of any good poems. He just thought of a somewhat spoofed verse.

Then after seeing it for so long, no one has written a poem, and he thought of a poem.

There are so many people on the scene that are not as good as him!

That's why I muttered to myself in a playful manner, saying that it is not difficult to write a poem with the title of "Snow".

Who knew that he whispered in such a low voice, but was heard by everyone.

How should this be?

What if everyone asked him to write poems?

The poem he thought of was purely a spoof, and could not be put on the table at all.

If this was written in public, it would be embarrassing!

What should I do?

The young man prayed in his heart, everyone looked at him and quickly looked away, but don't let him write poetry!

However, what you are afraid of often comes.

The fat man laughed and said: "It seems that this little brother has poems. He is really young and talented! If the little brother is willing, please ask the little brother to say or write the poems, and let us work together. Enjoy one or two."

"It's over!" The young man wanted to cry without tears.

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