So Qi Shaobao stood up to smooth things over and said, "Let's write poetry quickly! Just now Wang Yuanmei stopped after saying two sentences, which made me feel really itchy."
It's almost dark. If we don't finish the farewell, we will really have to stop at Fengqiao tonight!
Leader Wang suppressed the annoyance in his heart, regained his composure, worked out his feelings, held the wine cup in his hand, and chanted again: "Stop getting drunk on Fengqiao wine, don't take yourself lightly."
Suddenly, another voice came from the shore: "Professor Lin! You said you founded a literary society called Xinxinshe, but there is no poetry collection!"
Another person shouted: "Are you the only one in this update society?"
It immediately caused the crowd on the shore to burst into laughter and interfered with the creation of the leader Wang Lao.
Probably because the excitement just now attracted many people to gather, the crowd had not dispersed yet and everyone started to have fun again.
Professor Lin is now also a local celebrity. He is the kind who has his own traffic and is qualified to be watched.
Then I heard Lin Tailai say loudly: "Am I not enough by myself?
In fighting, one is worth dozens, and writing poetry is the same! After all, I am the third in the world designated by the leader Wang!
For example, at this moment, I saw the Maple Bridge in the rain and thought of an old friend named Qi, and my thoughts suddenly burst out!
Two wonderful poems came to my mind to send to this old friend, and I wanted to write them on the wall of Hanshan Temple."
Someone asked: "How awesome can it be?"
Professor Lin said proudly: "In five hundred years, no one will be stronger than me!"
There were tricky people around who were not afraid of death. They hid in the crowd and shouted together: "Professor Lin is hyping up again!"
"Listen first!" In terms of literature, Lin Tailai didn't bother to refute, and liked to speak directly with facts, so he opened his mouth and said:
"First, at dusk, the tide is ebbing in the east pond, and the rain is falling where the solitary tent is parked. At night at Huohanshan Temple, which bridge has Wu Feng remembered?
Secondly, the maple leaves are sluggish in the water and the sky is empty, and it is hard to feel the same sadness thousands of miles away from you. When he was old, he dreamed of Jiangnan, listening to the midnight bell in the cold mountain alone."
Leader Wang on the deck suddenly felt that he could not recite his farewell poem again.
Immediately, someone on the shore commented: "A poem with such skill can only be written by the leader Wang Lao from thirty years ago!"
Then I heard Lin Tailai laugh and say: "This brother knows his stuff!
I don’t want to brag, but Wang Lao, the leader of the alliance thirty years ago, can still rely on his works to speak for himself.
But now the old alliance leader is no longer good. In the past ten years, he can only write poems and essays such as social works and epitaphs!"
Someone retorted: "Didn't Gao Changjiang analyze that Jin Ping Mei was written by Mr. Wang?"
Professor Lin was just about to continue talking when he suddenly heard an exclamation from the deck of the ship behind him: "Wang Yuanmei has fainted! Go and call for a doctor!"
Turning around to look, he saw Feng Menglong's father running out of the cabin on the second floor and running towards the top deck quickly.
Many people on the shore whispered: "Sure enough, as long as Professor Lin shows up, the doctor's business will be good."
In the past two days, my status has declined again. I have repeatedly failed in trying to write 7,800 words. Alas, I will post these 5,500 words today. I will see if I have any ideas tonight.
Chapter completed!