As for those who can write poetry, there are really not many.

Tang Yu did not hesitate to take up the essential skill of a time traveler and use his finger as a pen to carve words on the stone table.

"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick."

"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai."

After seeing Tang Yu finish writing, Qingyue, who knew a little about poetry, was excited to read it out, and she was completely fascinated by the artistic conception of this poem.

I have read the works of great human writers, but it seems that I can’t compare with Brother Guiyue?

Is this poem about himself?

For a woman like her, when her heart is happy, she will naturally be so happy that she can't close her legs.

ps: Xiaogong has been afraid of snakes since she was a child. One day, a snake entered her house. I happened to be there. Xiaogong suddenly bit my shoulder and cried, a snake has come in! A snake has come in! I hugged Xiaogong and said, "It doesn't matter.

, it will be fine in a while." Then he quickened his movements and grabbed the snake. Xiaogong was speechless for a moment. He could only cry and call my name, gibbering: "No snakes, snakes out, there will be too many snakes.
Chapter completed!