Su Chen saw that her friends praised her for the good words she wrote, she was happy, and then prepared to recite the lyrics she wrote. She said: "Friends, I will recite to you the lyrics I wrote, and the title of the song is "The More You Look at It, the More Beautiful It Becomes." ”

Su Chen recited:

"The More You Look at It, the More Beautiful It Gets"

Thousands of mountains and mountains, thousands of rivers rolling waves.

The sunset shines on the mountains and forests, and the morning sun reflects the water waves and the river waves are bright and golden.

There is a large orchard in Pingpingli on the western slope of the western slope of Shandong, and the south and north of the water are fertile and fertile fields.

Thousands of mountains are beautiful, and thousands of rivers are murmuring.

Tourists have bright sunshine and clear clouds, blue sky and white clouds, and farmers step on loess, green grass, green mountains and green beaches.

Shandong, Shanxi, 100 kinds of fruit trees have 10,000 bunches of branches, and 10,000 hectares of rice in the south and north of the water are a good year.

Ah......h

The soft long river, the magnificent mountains, the harvest orchards, the rich grain river,

What you dedicate to the tourists is the splendid scenery, and what you dedicate to the peasants is the smiles and smiles.

After Su Chen recited the lyrics, his friends praised Su Chen's words continuously.

Lin Jing said: "Su Chen just knows how to write!" Su Chen, your lyrics are well done, your lyrics make people listen to them, the colors there are really very beautiful!"

"Moreover, the real scenes and real objects in it, these realities that are displayed in front of people's eyes, and make your language and sentences cleverly sketched to the point of artistic beauty! You are so good at writing, it is really admirable! I, Lin Jing, am extremely admired!"

Su Chen was happy in his heart, and joked with Lin Jing: "I can write, and you will praise me, well, what you praise is words, and what I write is also words, the language of the two of us is too compatible, Gegegege!"

Zhang Benliang saw that his friends were praising Su Chen, he was beautiful in his heart, and he was embarrassed on his face.

Zhang Benliang was embarrassed, quickly stood up and said, "I'm not in the song club, I don't want to sing." Since the boss has spoken, and each of us has to write, then I have to express my meaning. I only wrote a limerick poem called "The Great Feast", you guys listen!"

He reads:

The Great Feast

8851 Mountaineering Tour,

ordered to compose poems and sorrows.

I want to make up a smooth slip,

The surrounding scenery is closed under the eyes.

Here as a guest brook as a wine,

The round library is a bowl of water for porridge.

The electric pole is the chopsticks floor is the stool,

Feng is a dish of vegetables.

Zhang Benliang was reading the smooth poems he wrote, and at the same time pointed around, the real scenes and objects in front of him written in his poems.

He also turned around and pointed to the stream on the mountain, to the circular reservoir, to the telephone poles, to the buildings in the distant village. Finally, he raised his arm and made a half-circle towards the south and west, and read the last sentence at the same time.

Zhang Benliang is like this, he has been taking the live performance, pointing and talking, this group of friends are even applauding and laughing, applause and laughter, which attracted the attention of tourists.

Some tourists came to see their group, and the flower fairies politely smiled and waved at the tourists, and the tourists also smiled and left.

Lin Jing hurriedly said to his friends: "Hey, those tourists are gone, now only our people are left, Ben Liang represents the people here, all the steamed dishes and soup and wine for the banquet are available, everyone don't talk or laugh, hurry up and take a seat at the banquet, Gegegege!"

Qiao Xiang pointed at Zhang Benliang and said, "Benliang, I have to punish you for a song, rewrite it!"

Zhang Benliang looked at Qiao Xiang puzzled: "It's not very laborious to make another poem, but you have to explain why? As long as you say it reasonably, let's admit punishment and make another poem." ”

Qiao Xiang said: "Look, this vegetable nest, millet porridge, and fine wine have all been served, but there is no table here?

Zhang Benliang shook his hand and said: "If there is a dining table in the poem, then the stool will not be put on the dining table!

Hahahaha! Another burst of laughter.

Yang Yilin looked at Wen Jiemei: "Jiemei, it's our turn, why don't you read it first?" ”

Wen Jiemei said worriedly: "What Ben Liang said is really good, forcing poetry makes people sad." Today, for some reason, I don't have any inspiration at all!"

Lin Jing listened and said in surprise: "Jiemei, what you said unintentionally is quite consistent, but there is no foresight, it doesn't count!"

Wen Jiemei frowned and said, "The four sentences I said just now are the ones I came up with suddenly!

"You don't want to think about it, the scenery in front of you has been finished by the people in front of you, and the song "Spring Field" that Xiaowen just recited has collected all the scenery!

"You go to taste Xiaowen's poem "Bodhisattva Barbarian Spring Field" again, there are a few sentences in it, I can't wait to include all the earth, you say, how can there be my poems here? I have a reason, I can't write it, and you can't punish me!"

Song Yi's eyes widened when he heard this: "Ah? You little Nizi is talking in a dream, right? In Xiaowen's poem, which few sentences can fit into an earth? You are too mysterious?

Wen Jiemei still frowned and said, "In order to follow Xiaowen to make poems, when Xiaowen recited just now, I took a pen and wrote down the poem she wrote in a notebook. What I'm saying is not mysterious at all, it's all the truth. If you don't believe me, I'll tell you to hear it, and you'll know!

"I said, listen. The first sentence she wrote, just that 'goose call', the wild goose flew a thousand miles. If the geese had flown and chirped, and chirped, they would have circled the earth several times!"

The group laughed wildly when they heard this, but Wen Jiemei didn't laugh.

Wen Jiemei continued: "The second sentence she wrote, you tell me, no matter how long a Pingchuan is, how long can it be?

"Where is the edge of the sky? Walking all the way to the sky under our feet, isn't it coming to us again? Isn't this going around the earth again?"

Wen Jiemei couldn't complete the task of poetry and lyrics, she was angry in her heart, she didn't care how loud her friends clapped their hands, and no matter how tears her friends laughed and cried, she just her soft voice and said her:

And her fourth sentence, think about it, how fast the wind is, the countries on the earth are next to each other, and her wind has been whistling forward, blowing, and soon all the green forests on the earth have been blowing. It's all blowing and it hasn't stopped, and the wind is still blowing forward!"

Wen Jiemei was talking when a gust of wind blew, and she pointed and said, "Look, this spring breeze is the wind in Xiaowen's pen! After it blows through the green forests on the earth, it circulates back and blows here!"

The friends clapped and laughed, Wen Jiemei didn't hear or see it, she was still unhappy.

Wen Jiemei continued: "Oh, and, I, I didn't want to say the sixth sentence, since I've said it here, let's take it with me."

"As soon as I heard her recitation of 'Flowers on the Red Slopes', wow, I saw that all the hillsides and the fields were connected at once!

"Originally, the wilderness was large, and when it was connected with the slopes of the mountains, it would be so big, so big, so big that the earth would be all slopes!

"When I think about the 'red slope' again, I immediately feel that the pink flowers, the bright yellow flowers, and the flowers of all colors at our feet have all turned into red flowers!

"The flowers at our feet, while turning red, I see the color of all the flowers, brushing and brushing from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, to the Pingchuan, to the distance of our extreme eyes!

"Far away, although we can't see it with the naked eye, we will see it on the screen in our minds! I looked at the 'change' clearly, without pausing for a second, brushing and brushing the ground, the various flowers that could not be seen were soon expanded, changed, and red to the seven continents!

"The seven continents are our earth! Wow, the beauty of the red flowers, all like red tulips, dotted with the vast green slopes of the whole earth......!

Wen Jiemei said, and her friends thought along with her words.

Wen Jiemei said the last word and paused. Her friends didn't look at her smiling at all, and she didn't seem to stop. thought that she still had something to say, so they all quietly stretched their necks and looked at her with straight eyes, waiting for her to see what she would say next.

Wen Jiemei really continued, she said: "Then there is the last sentence of Xiaowen's poem, 'The stream flows out of the distant mountains'.

"The stream she wrote about must be the stream of Sheep's Head Mountain. The distant mountain she wrote about is not the mountain we saw when we came, and the mountain is very close to here. Now, the key is the word 'far'. The meaning of the word far away, that's endless!

"Where can this 'distant mountain' be far away? China's terrain is high in the west and low in the east, and my grandmother used to say: People go to high places, and water flows to low places. Then, the stream in Xiaowen's pen must have flowed eastward, and it flowed out of the farthest, most marginal, and most extreme mountain in the east.

"The stream flowed out of the mountain, and without a few turns to the east, it flowed into the sea, and then into the Pacific Ocean.

"The water in the Pacific Ocean is connected to all the oceans on earth. Even if all the oceans on earth can't be flooded with water on land, the groundwater is still connected.

"Even if we don't talk about groundwater, all the water in the ocean evaporates and becomes clouds in the sky. As soon as the wind blows the clouds, the wind carries the clouds to various places on the earth. As soon as the clouds turn into rain, wow, in the rain up and down the earth, there are streams in this stream written by Xiaowen!

"Well, my grandmother used to say: It rains in the sky and the earth flows,...... Well, oh, yes, the water in this stream evaporates and becomes clouds, and the clouds turn into rain, and the rain goes down and down the ground, isn't that it, the water that falls, flows, ouch, all over the earth!"

Wen Jiemei added it just now, 'Grandma said' that sentence, she only said the first half of the sentence, and the second half of the sentence was: The little couple fights without holding grudges.

When she wanted to say this, her thoughts were focused on the useful first half of the sentence, and she forgot the useless second half for a while. When she finished the first half of the sentence and suddenly remembered the second half, she felt that the second half of the sentence was a little unspeakable, and she was so stunned that she didn't say anything.

However, since it has been made up here, it has to be continued, she quickly thought about it for a while, and then followed the meaning of the above words and ended it successfully.