Wen Jiemei saw that everyone had calmed down, and she said to Lin Jing: "I think about the poetry mountain you made again, and I feel a little annoyed!"

Lin Jing was puzzled: "Hmm, what's wrong?"

Wen Jiemei said: "Look at the mountain of poems you wrote, it is like a strong man with a stiff neck, not gentle at all!"

"I just said gentle and kind, that's fancy you. No, you're so good at making poetry, you have to slide down and slide out a gentle, hazy, and beautiful one, and I'll let you pass. ”

Lin Jing thought for a moment and said, "Oh, you may be talking about that kind of poem...... Well, I see what you mean, and I know what I mean. Okay, listen to you, I'll just keep scrolling down and make another song you like!"

Lin Jing said to everyone: "Friends, I will recite to you another poem, the new poem "Snow and Plum" I just wrote, please listen carefully, taste carefully, and enjoy it carefully!"

Lin Jing recited vividly:

Snow and Plum

Winter is the month of plum, the season of snow, and the meeting time of snow and plum!

The chic snow, walking up to Mei, he said with the most beautiful, beautiful and pleasant baritone in the world: Ah, gentle, affectionate and holy Lamei, you are my only favorite among the beauties!

I, the graceful, modest and elegant Snow White, am willing to spend my life around and flutter among your branches, and sing the most beautiful, warmest and most romantic love song in the world with you, please allow me to melt in your withered heart!

Wen Jiemei listened carefully to her train of thought, and as soon as she turned a corner that suddenly understood, Lin Jing's recitation came to an end.

Friends applauded, laughed, and looked at Wen Jiemei.

Wen Jiemei frowned, and said to Lin Jing: "What kind of poem are you making? There is no rhyme at all, I listen, it's just a sentence!"

"Verses, verses, poems are made up of sentences. Lin Jing said.

A circle of people still looked at Wen Jiemei, applauding and laughing.

Wen Jiemei said to everyone: "What are you people looking at me doing? You all don't applaud! It was this little girl who said that she wanted to compose a poem, but who knows, she only made a long and short sentence!

"Long and short sentences, long and short sentences, she is still slipping, slipping, and even using other people's names and stage names to make nonsense! I wanted to let her pass, but this is not good, I have to punish her two more songs! If she dares to be perfunctory again, then she will have to be severely punished!"

After Wen Jiemei finished speaking, she looked at Lin Jing, and she said again: "I mean, let your little girl slide out a song, hazy and beautiful, it means to be like 'flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog', who made you mess around!

Lin Jing said: "You have an example to ask for, this is easy to do, isn't that ...... Hey? No, no, how can I unravel the hazy poems of the famous poets, learn them, and imitate them? I don't do it, and you little girl won't spare me, so I'll just tell a story, okay?"

Lin Jing saw Wen Jiemei nodding to her with a smile, and she said to everyone, "Hey, friends, I'll tell you another story of "Yiren and the Wind", please listen carefully!"

A group of people felt that the story told by Lin Jing must be very interesting, and immediately applause rang out, and they all shouted: "Okay! We are willing to listen!" After shouting, they all looked at Lin Jing with a smile.

Lin Jing smiled at everyone, and she said:

"The Man and the Wind"

Yiren sat alone in front of the window under the moon, full of worries and worries, and had nowhere to tell. Suddenly, a fresh breeze blew, and the Yiren said, "Ah, now it's all right, there is finally someone to talk to!"

Yiren stretched out his hands, held a handful of people who could listen to him, looked at the half-stretched empty palm, and whispered: "O wind, you rub shoulders with me in front of my window every day, and you know all my heart, and we are also old friends, you say yes."

Wind, since we are old friends, at this moment, I have something to ask for, please help me carry a message, and when you pass by in front of his window in a while, you must bring this message. ’

After Yiren finished speaking, he whispered to his empty palm. Then put your hands out of the window, gently throw them out of the window, and say in the direction of the wind: 'Wind, lovely wind, my soulmate, you can set off quickly.' Bye-bye!'

Lin Jing put down her hand after waving goodbye, and only then did she laugh.

Everyone applauded Lin Jing, laughed with Lin Jing, and talked about the story. It is said that this story has an aftertaste and is interesting.

Lin Jing's telling this story is purely improvised, who knows, the speaker is unintentional, and the listener Wen Jiemei is intentional.

Wen Jiemei insisted in her heart that the 'wind' in the story was the 'wind' Yang Yilin in reality. said that Lin Jing wanted to be good with Yang Yilin, so she made up this story for Yang Yilin to listen to.

Wen Jiemei was unhappy, and she didn't bring anything out of her face, but she no longer urged Lin Jing to slide down, and she didn't say any more punishments, but said: "Your little girl is weirdly round!"

Zhang Benliang said to Su Chen in a very low voice: "I really can't imagine that the inner world of these girls is so colorful!"

Su Chen nodded at Zhang Benliang and agreed with it.

Yang Yilin saw that everyone smiled, and he looked at the three girls again, and saw that he didn't mention punishing Lin Jing for composing poems. He said to everyone, "Friends, if you still want to write poetry, hurry up and slide down." Let's slip, it's all slippery!"

Qiao Xiang suddenly stood up and said, "I'll slide, I'll make a poem, ask everyone a question, listen to it, I'm still waiting for a reply." ”

Qiao Xiang chanted:

"Sixteen Character Order"

mountain

Verdant and majestic into the Han sky.

Man to the top,

Can you see the gods?

After Qiao Xiang finished chanting, he smiled and said, "Today's travel is for the purpose of the mountain." We climbed the mountain to the top of the sky, and now we are standing in the sky. They all say that there are immortals in the sky, and everyone says, are there immortals in this sky? Who has seen the immortals?"

Lin Jing saw that no one answered, she said: "Qiao Xiang, just now you took my 'poetry slip', now I take your 'poetry', I will come back to answer you! We have climbed to the top of the majestic mountain, and we can see the gods, I have seen it!"

Everyone was amazed, and they all looked at Lin Jing to see what new works she had.

Lin Jinghuan glanced at everyone and said, "What are you looking at? Aren't you all very spirited immortals!"

Jiang Feng said with a smile: "It turns out that what Lin Jing said is our group of flower fairies! Lin Jing, you really know how to associate, hey, hey, hey!"

Qiao Xiang looked at Lin Jing, and he was also smiling.

After the flower fairies finished laughing and having fun, Yang Yilin pointed to the side and said, "Friends, look over there, those tourists have come down the mountain one after another, and we should also go down the mountain."

"Remember, when we go down the mountain, be careful, stay safe. Also remember: it's easier to go up than to down. Go up the hill to pant, down the hill to jump your legs. This means that when going down the mountain, the legs are stressed and the steps should be light, so don't get tired of the legs. ”

After hearing this, the friends all nodded yes. A group of people packed up and stopped, and they were in the same good mood as when they went up the mountain, and they followed in pairs and went down the mountain.

When the flower fairies go up the mountain, even if the mountain road is very steep, it is easier to climb. This time they went down the mountain, those steep slopes, some of them were difficult to go down, they could only hold on to the weeds on the mountain wall, or the small bushes that grew in clusters and went down the mountain.

A group of people slowly descended towards Sheep's Head Mountain, step by step. Qiao Xiang, who was walking in front, said to Zheng Xiaowen: "Yilin is right, you pay attention, on the road down the mountain that is easy to walk, your steps must be light, don't be tired of your legs." ”

Zheng Xiaowen nodded and said, "I remember, that's how I lifted and let go of my steps." ”

Zheng Xiaowen was a little dizzy when she was at the top of the mountain, and her whole body was a little sore, her face was red, which was because of her fever.

Zheng Xiaowen didn't eat much in a day, ran again, watched the mountain scenery for a day, and blew the mountain breeze for a day. This is relying on her good physique, otherwise, she would have been unable to stand it a long time ago.

At this time, Zheng Xiaowen's head was still a little dizzy, and his whole body was sore and uncomfortable. The way down the mountain was very steep, and the cliffs and valleys on both sides scared her even more. She looked in front of Qiao Xiang, who was very close to her, and she really had no choice, so she reached out and grabbed Qiao Xiang's clothes.

Qiao Xiang unconsciously grabbed his back with his arm behind his back: Oh, it's Xiaowen's hand, why is this hand so hot? He was shocked, turned his head and asked, "Xiaowen, are you feverish?"

Zheng Xiaowen nodded at Qiao Xiang.

Qiao Xiang was anxious: "Such a big matter, why didn't you say it earlier! You can bear it?

Zheng Xiaowen said: "Friends finally got together to come out to play once, I didn't want to ruin everyone's interest, so I didn't say it." Besides, I didn't know I would have a fever. ”

Qiao Xiang was even more anxious when he heard this: "It's all feverish, if you don't say anything, you, there's really no way for you!"

Qiao Xiang complained, quickly tightened Zheng Xiaowen's hand, and said, "Walking this mountain road is not a joke, let me hold your hand tight, let's go slowly." As he spoke, the two held hands and slowly descended the mountain.

Walking behind Yang Yilin, although he didn't hear the voices of Zheng Xiaowen and Qiao Xiang clearly, he could clearly see the scene of Qiao Xiang and Zheng Xiaowen holding hands. He thought to himself: Xiaowen must be uncomfortable! He took a few steps closer and asked loudly, "Teacher Zheng, are you uncomfortable?"

Zheng Xiaowen turned back, shook his hand and replied, "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a little bit." Her wave and tone of voice were to let Yang Yilin leave her alone.

Yang Yilin was anxious, but he couldn't say anything, so he had to say: "Qiao Xiang, you tighten Teacher Zheng, you have to take care of her!"

Qiao Xiang said loudly while watching the road down the mountain: "I know, you can rest assured." ”

Zhang Benliang and Su Chen, who were walking behind Qiao Xiang and Zheng Xiaowen, saw Qiao Xiang and Zheng Xiaowen holding hands, and both of them had some questions.

Zhang Benliang said: "What a good couple, both of them are so old, and they are not in a hurry to stay at home one by one, what the hell is going on, and I don't listen to the two of them have a little movement? ”