Everyone came together, and the boat rowed into the West Lake. The singer came out to play and play to cheer him up. After eating, drinking and having fun, they started today's program, writing essays and essays.

Tang and Song lyrics and good poems have been written all.

How many amazing words can these people do now?

When Jiang Hao heard the poems they wrote, they were very ordinary. After all, they were just a group of young scholars, and at most they were scholars.

Turning to look at West Lake, the flower boats cruising continuously, and it was a leisurely and joyful scene.

"Chinese, it's your time. I can't do it in the past. I'll just drink a glass of wine. Today I won't use wine instead of poetry." Cao Jin said with a smile.

The tone was obviously joking.

Jiang Hao withdrew his gaze outside and said, "What's the question today?"

"You won't be wandering around all the time, you haven't listened to us." Someone said dissatisfied, thinking that Xu Xian was obviously here to eat and drink.

"Love and love are all possible," Pan Yuliang reminded next to him.

Although I reminded me, Lao Pan didn't think Xu Xian could make any good poems. His friend was dull by nature and could work hard to memorize the Four Books and Five Classics, but he was extremely not good at poetry.

Jiang Hao ignored the feelings of others, paused for a few seconds, and countless poems of love and love flashed through his heart, and he opened his mouth and chanted.

"I cherish the red tears in my clothes. It doesn't feel infatuated with love, and there is no place to fall in love with heaven and earth.

If the flowers bloom again, it is not the old tree. If the clouds can stay temporarily, it will be sad. If they do not make entertainment, they will only be sad."

......

Everyone felt a sense of stunning when they heard this, and all stared at each other widened their eyes.

Unexpectedly, Xu Xian really made a good poem.

This is unscientific.

Some were shocked, some were thinking about this poem carefully, but one person shouted loudly, it was Jiang Hao’s friend Pan Yuliang.

"Okay, this poem is so wonderful, and it is so kind."

Everyone woke up and applauded. This poem was indeed very good.

Before the applause fell, Jiang Hao said again, "Maybe after drinking some wine today, I suddenly felt a sense of thought and a poem in my mind."

"Is there anything else? That's great, read it out for everyone." Someone said.

Jiang Hao was not polite, and said loudly:

"Several times, sitting under the flowers and playing the flute, the silver and red walls are in the distance. It looks like this star is not last night, but who is the wind and dew standing in the middle of the night? The lingering thoughts are gone and the remaining cocoons are gone, and the heart is hurt to peel the banana after peeling. In three or five years, the poor glass of wine has not disappeared."

"Okay, good poetry!"

After Jiang Hao finished reading this time, not only Pan Yuliang applauded, but several people shouted together.

Jiang Hao picked up the wine glass next to him, drank it in one sip, and said with a smile, "Actually, I just thought of a poem."

"Read Chinese quickly."

Pan Yuliang was very excited to find that his friend suddenly broke out tonight.

Cao Jin and Wu Shan and other people who usually look down on Xu Xian were staring at Jiang Hao in a daze.

Today, this guy took Dali Pills and was still a clever pill. Why is Wen Siru's diabetes mellow? She hasn't played yet?

"The wind has gone down and has turned into duckweed, and the mud lotus is just lush with lotus roots. Take care of it and don't pick a piece of fragrance to remember your previous life. When people have become more affectionate, they are really not very affectionate. When they are heartbroken, they are secretly crying."

Jiang Hao thought of it quietly.

"Okay~, good words, so lovesickness!"

"A good mood makes people feel the urge to cry after hearing it."

"It turns out that Chinese is not good at writing poetry, but rather that they are not good at the topics on weekdays. Chinese is good at poetry love and love."

"Today, these poems have been spread, and there may be a few more songs sung on West Lake. Maybe in the future, the Chinese language will be hosted by the little girl for free when she arrives on the pleasure boat, hahaha."
Chapter completed!