Zheng Xiaowen saw Yang Yilin praising her like this again, she pursed her lips, glanced at Yang Yilin and said: "Everything in the world, if men are told to think about it and finish it, then what do you want women to do?"

She saw that Yang Yilin looked at her directly and didn't answer her words in time, so she said again: "You like my literary talent so much and praise my literary talent, which makes me suddenly think of one thing." I've heard people tell you very interesting real stories, if you want to hear it, I'll tell you now, do you want to hear it?"

Yang Yilin said in his heart: Just now you said that the man and the woman made me stunned for a long time, and now I say that I want to tell the truth, what is the matter? He said, "If you want to hear it, don't ask any more questions, just talk about it." ”

Zheng Xiaowen thought about what she was going to say, and she couldn't hold back and wanted to laugh. She was afraid that she would laugh out loud, so she closed her lips tightly, and laughed in her heart until her clothes shook a little. Yang Yilin didn't see these at all. She held back a smile and said:

"When a beautiful woman doesn't know anything else in the eyes of a man except for a beautiful woman, as long as the beautiful woman can draw a dogtail flower, ouch, the man will be so happy that he will follow the woman and laugh and praise without stopping.

"The man's smile and coaxing beauty, coupled with the power of the man's praise, is so energetic, can coax and praise the dogtail flowers painted by the woman, and it will become the first peony flower in the world! Ouch yo yo, don't give people goosebumps!"

After Zheng Xiaowen finished speaking, she couldn't hold back her laughter, so she sighed and laughed twice.

Yang Yilin smiled and pointed at Zheng Xiaowen, and said, "Zheng Xiaowen, you are really not you today, how did you come up with these words, you draw dog tail flowers, and I coax and coax in the back to be happy......?"

Zheng Xiaowen followed Yang Yilingge and finished laughing, she stopped laughing and said: "Don't say this again in the future, why didn't I think of it when I wrote it, it's not true."

"I think people think they might be inspired by inspiration. News sensitivity is cultivated by individuals in practice, so that you can cultivate your inspiration in practice, and you will have clear and beautiful creative ideas.

"Think about it, people have no inspiration, no imagination, where do you get the ideas to go in all directions? How can you enter the world of fantasy to play, to watch, to write about those mountains and valleys, long rivers and seas, people, fairylles, beautiful scenery?"

Zheng Xiaowen said this string of words, she said it by huhulala, she felt that the speed of speech was too fast, she couldn't hold back, and laughed again.

After Yang Yilin listened to Zheng Xiaowen's rare quick words, he stared at Zheng Xiaowen's face carefully and carefully, and said after seeing enough: "You Wen Nini, why can't I read you more and more?"

Zheng Xiaowen's fast speech began again: "That's you stupid! The appearance of a person is the shell of an ordinary person, but inside there is a mass of colorful thoughts, guiding words and actions, it's as simple as that! Hmm? Why is this speed of speech fast again, Gege Gege ......."

Yang Yilin looked at Zheng Xiaowen, he clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Obey, obey, I really obeyed you!"

Zheng Xiaowen watched Yang Yilin clapping her hands, her hands met Yang Yilin's hands, the two laughed, and clapped their hands that were a little cold and frozen.

Yang Yilin took the lead and said: "You shoot one, I shoot one, and the two children are laughing!"

Zheng Xiaowen then said: "You shoot two, I shoot two, and the two children stand on the ice!"

Yang Yilin then said: "You shoot three, I shoot three, and the two children watch the snow!"

Zheng Xiaowen continued: "You shoot four, I shoot four, and the two children play writing!"

Yang Yilin put down his hand and said, "Don't shoot, since you say writing, then the two of us will still play writing, let's start writing now!"

"What scope of content to write?" Zheng Xiaowen said, "You have the final say, you can solve the question." ”

Yang Yilin thought about it and said: "When I was in school, I played subtractive poetry, this genre of small form of rhyme, have you ever played it?"

Zheng Xiaowen shook his head and said, "No, I don't understand." ”

Yang Yilin said: "Ahem, it's very simple, as soon as I say it, you will be done." The format is: the sentence is a total of seven words. Write down, minus one word per sentence. That is, seventy-six-five-four-three-two-one. The key is that the word after each sentence has to rhyme. I can't find words with the same rhyme, and words with the same rhyme and rhyme are also OK.

"Oh, and besides, don't talk about it. Today's snow viewing is themed on snow. Remember that the last word is the word snow, and the word snow is the title of the poem. The meaning of the first six sentences has to be closely related to the meaning of the poem inscription of the last word. ”

"Oh, I understand, I understand!" Zheng Xiaowen was anxious and said, "The last word is the word snow, and the meaning of the first six sentences is written around the meaning of snow, isn't this okay, look at you wordy!"

Yang Yilin smiled and said: "Ouch, Wen Nini is really capable, so smart, she understands faster than the lecturer, all of them are thorough, the teacher gets 80 points, and Wen Nini gets 100 points!"

After laughing, neither of them spoke, and they both fell on the cold stone table and began to write.

Both of them were written, and Yang Yilin said, "Bring it, let me see you first." Zheng Xiaowen handed the written minus poem to Yang Yilin, and Yang Yilin looked at it and read: "The sky is full of cotton wool." Ten thousand pear blossoms leap. White carpet covers the world. Luminescent flowers have no leaves. Falling Winter Moon. "When he finished reading, he said in his heart: Well, it is still Wen Nini who writes well!

Zheng Xiaowen began to read the minus-word poem written by Yang Yilin, and she read: "Goose feathers flutter to cover the sun and moon." The apricot blossoms withered. Instantly extinguished on the ground. Stacking for a long time. There are no leaves. White. Snow. ”

The two have seen each other. Yang Yilin said to Zheng Xiaowen: "Today I am willing to bow down, and I think I am not as good!"

Zheng Xiaowen said: "What's the matter? ”

Yang Yilin said: "You haven't tasted it carefully, look at what I write is like a little girl embroidering flowers, the embroidery has no strength, no strength, look at how imposing you write." ”

"If you look at it literally, in tone, what I write seems to be a little more imposing than what you write. Zheng Xiaowen said, "If you use a strong and loud male voice to recite, what I write is not as good as what you write." If you don't believe it, you try. ”

"Ouch, you really deserve to be a scholar!" Yang Yilin said, "You can even see what the effect of recitation is, why can't I see it?"

Zheng Xiaowen smiled and said: "I'm Xiaowen, naturally I know how to write!"

"That's what you said, I grew up in the woods on the mountain, so naturally I don't know as much as you. Yang Yilin said, "However, if your text is combined with my Lin and the courtyard characters of the East Courtyard, this place will become our 'Wenlin Academy', and the two of us can compose poems and songs to our heart's content here, what do you say?"

"You really think, this is great, okay! I agree so much!" Zheng Xiaowen said happily, when suddenly, two magpies flew into the plum blossom branches of the East Garden, chirping and chirping.

Yang Yilin said: "Xiaowen, look, the magpie is playing with plum blossoms." ”

Zheng Xiaowen said excitedly: "Yes, yes, the elders often say that 'magpies make up for plums', it must be this picture! Let me write a few words on our 'Wenlin Academy' first!" she said and wrote on the paper......

After Zheng Xiaowen finished writing, Yang Yilin took it and looked at it and read: "The north wind is blowing, the white clouds are covered, the snow is fluttering, the birds are scarce, the ground is white to the roof and the treetops, Xuemei is sitting on the branch and smiling!"

Yang Yilin read this, he smiled and said: "Wen Nini really knows how to write, this word is not chirping, it's so funny!

Zheng Xiaowen said: "There are more earthy words below, you can look down." ”

Yang Yilin then read downward: "The magpie loves his hometown and does not run south, but flies out of the love nest and dances left and right. It sings among the plum blossom branches, and it is really lively, its head is lowered, and its tail is warped, which makes Xuemei laugh. Xuemei smiled and the magpie was embarrassed and shy, so ashamed that it flapped its wings and jumped. It was so ashamed that it writhed and jumped, and it was so ashamed that it was chirping with its face to the side!"

Yang Yilin was about to speak after reading, and Ding Dong ...... The doorbell rang. He and Zheng Xiaowen were so happy that they both said, "It must be friends who are here, go, open the gate!" The two of them said and ran out of the pavilion.

The two opened the door and saw that it was Qin Zixi, Song Yi, Wen Jiemei, Kang Ming, and Jiang Feng coming.

Yang Yilin said: "When I came, the snow was small, and the road was easy to walk, but it was big when I came here." How did you get here?"

Qin Zixi took over and said: "As long as you want to come, no matter how heavy the snow is, you can come, and when you come here, you just want to enjoy the flowers in the snow." ”

Kang Ming said: "There is poetry in flower viewing on weekdays, and the poetry of flower viewing in the snow is even stronger." ”

Jiang Feng didn't enter the threshold, he said hello to Yang Yilin, turned around and went down the steps, and drove a car to pick up people.

After a while, Jiang Feng, Miao Yin, and Su Chen all entered the Zheng family's courtyard.

Qin Zixi looked at his friends, and he said in his heart: Hey, why don't you see Qiao Xiang and Lin Jing?

Zheng Xiaowen saw that Miao Yin's eyes looked like she had just cried, so she stepped forward and took Miao Yin's hand and went to the side. Before she could talk to Miao Yin, Qin Zixi came over and said, "Xiaowen, call Qiao Xiang quickly and pick up the two of them." It's two people missing, and I really don't mean it!"

When Yang Yilin heard Qin Zixi's words, he came over and said, "Today it was said that Uncle Lin and Aunt Lin went to Taixing Street, and now Lin Jing must be at Qiao Xiang's house, I think we don't need to disturb them." ”

As soon as Yang Yilin said this, the doorbell rang, and it was Qiao Xiang and Lin Jing who came in.

Qin Zixi said: "It's really Qiao Cao, Qiao Cao!"

Qiao Xiang said in laughter: "I know you will all come, and I also know that you miss me, so yes, the two of us will come over quickly, hehe!"

The Zheng family's godson, quasi-goddaughter-in-law, and this group of friends all talked to the Zheng family's parents and hugged them to the East Garden.

A group of flower-like young people are talking, laughing, playing, watching the flowers, admiring the snow, pointing and pointing from time to time, talking about the scenery they admire......

Miao Yin, who was sitting in the pavilion, was talking to Zheng Xiaowen that her mother was resolutely against it, and she and Jiang Feng were talking about friends.

Miao Yin said: "I told my mother everything, but my mother didn't even twist her head. I told my mother about the situation of Kang Ming, Zixi, and Qiao Xiang, and said that the friends they were looking for were also large collective workers. Who knows, my mother can be entangled in a moment.

"Say: Look, look! Other girls are climbing up, who is like you, you finally got a good job, you don't climb up, you still want to fall down, what do you think about this brain!

"I also told Jiang Feng about his college diploma, and said that Jiang Feng is an aspiring boy. My mother didn't listen to it at all, and she was still amazing: what is so rare about his diploma, as long as he takes money, that diploma is there!

"Xiaowen, you see my mother is too sad this time, what should I do?" she said and cried again.