Huang Lu smiled and said, "I don't know, but you and I might as well give it a try."

Zhang Yue shook his head and said: "I'm not good at poetry, so I won't mention it anymore. I'd rather read the good works of my predecessors."

So the two of them walked while reading the poems left by their predecessors on the wall.

Zhang Yue and Huang Luben came here to look at a few green sarongs, to see if any famous celebrities they knew had left poems here, so that it would be an eye-opener for them.

However, what surprised Zhang Yue and Huang Lu was that 99% of the people who wrote the inscriptions here were unknown to them, and they had never even heard of them.

Zhang Yue and Huang Lu became more and more uneasy when they saw what was happening behind them, and their backs ran cold with sweat.

Looking at their poems, there are complacency, anxiety, disdain, and various life styles.

Now their poems and articles remain here, but where have the people gone?

There are hundreds of thousands of people on this wall, are there only a few who can leave their names in the history of history?

ps: After the author coded, for some reason I got a severe headache just looking at the chapter I just coded, so I apologize to everyone if I made any mistakes. If book friends see it, you can post it in the chapter review or book review. I saw it.
Chapter completed!