watched Qinghe dancing, and the dance was fascinated, so Guo Peng didn't interrupt her, and after Qinghe danced, he looked at Guo Peng provocatively.

"Nizi, now that you have met an opponent, I will teach you how to be a man! Now I will give you a story, the song of the long hatred of the famous banana! You listen well!" Guo Peng said.

"The Han Emperor is heavy on the country, and Yuyu has been unable to ask for it for many years.

The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir.

It is difficult to give up the beauty of life, and once it was chosen on the king's side.

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color.

The spring cold bathes in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is slippery and creamy.

The waiter helped up the delicate and weak, and it was the time of the new inheritance.

The cloud sideburns and flowers are shaking, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night.

The spring night is bitter and short, and the day is high, and the king does not rise early from then on.

There is no leisure for the Chenghuan banquet, and the spring is a special night from the spring outing.

There are 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 are pampered in one.

The golden house is dressed up as a delicate night, and the jade building feasts are drunk and spring.

Sisters and brothers are all in the land, and poor and glorious are born.

Then he ordered his parents not to give birth to a boy and a girl.

The high place of the Li Palace enters the green clouds, and the fairy music wind is heard everywhere.

Slow singing and dancing and condensing silk bamboo, the king does not see enough.

Yu Yang Mo came agitated and shocked the "Song of Ni Clothes and Feathers".

The nine-fold city is full of smoke and dust, and thousands of people ride the southwest school

Cuihua swayed and stopped, and went out of the capital for more than 100 miles in the west.

The six armies were helpless, and they died before turning their eyebrows.

No one took the flowers, and the emerald gorse scratched her head.

The king hid his face and couldn't save it, looking back at the blood and tears.

Huang Ai is scattered and the wind is sluggish, and the cloud stack lingers in the Sword Pavilion.

There are few people under Emei Mountain, and the flag is thin without light.

The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains are green, and the holy lord is in love with the morning and twilight.

The palace is sad to see the moon, and the night rain hears the sound of bell intestines breaking.

The sun turned back to the dragon pilot, and he couldn't go here.

In the soil under Ma Wei's slope, there is no place for Yuyan to die.

The monarchs and ministers took care of each other's clothes, and looked east to the capital to return to the horses.

The return pond is still the same, and the liquid hibiscus is not Yangliu.

Hibiscus is like a willow like an eyebrow, how can you not cry about this?

The spring breeze peach and plum blossoms bloom at night, and the autumn rain when the sycamore leaves fall.

There are many autumn grasses in the South Garden of Xigong, and the fallen leaves are full of red and do not sweep.

The disciples of Liyuan are white-haired and new, and the Jiaofang eunuch is Qing'e old.

The fireflies in the evening hall were quiet, and the lonely lamp did not sleep.

The bell and drum are long nights, and the stars are about to dawn.

The mandarin duck tile is cold and frosty, who is the jade and cold?

After years of life and death, the soul has never come to dream.

Linqiong Taoist Hongdu Ke, can be sincere to the soul.

In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the priests to look diligently.

Emptying and driving the air is like electricity, rising into the ground and seeking it all over.

The upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone.

Suddenly, I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the ethereal space.

The pavilion is exquisite, and there are many fairies.

There is a character that is too true, and the appearance of snow skin is uneven.

The west chamber of Jinque knocked on the jade, and the jade was repatriated.

Hearing the envoy of the Han family, Jiuhua was frightened in his dream.

The clothes are pushed and the pillow is hovering, and the silver screen of the bead foil is opened.

The cloud sideburns are half new to sleep, and the flower crown is not neat.

The wind blows the fairy robe fluttering, like a neon dress and feather dance.

Yurong is lonely and tears are dry, and pear blossoms bring rain in spring.

Gazing at the king with affection, he said goodbye to the two dim.

The Zhaoyang Palace is full of love, and the sun and moon are long in the Penglai Palace.

Looking back at the world, I didn't see Chang'an and saw the dust and fog.

However, the old things will be affectionate, and the alloy hairpin will be sent.

The hairpin leaves a one-fold fan, and the hairpin breaks the gold and divides it.

But the heart is like a golden Tianjian, and the Venerable Master will see each other in the world.

The parting words are re-sent, and there is an oath in the words.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, when no one whispered in the middle of the night.

I would like to be a winged bird, and I would like to be a branch on the ground.

For a long time, this hatred lasts forever. ”

Guo Peng vividly expresses the grievances, misery and reluctance in the poem.

After Qinghe heard it, she felt very good, but she couldn't admit defeat, she didn't believe that Guo Peng could still do it.

"I don't know who copied the above verses, if you can make one, I'll serve you!"

"What's so difficult about this! Now I won't recite poems, I'll tell you a story!" Guo Peng.

"What's the story?" asked Kiyoha.

"The story of the getaway!" Guo Peng.

"What's so nice about that!" Kiyo asked.

"You'll know after you listen to it!" Guo Peng began to tell this story.

"There is a big fish in the northern sea, and its name is Kun. The kun is very huge, I don't know how many thousand miles long, and it changes into a bird, and its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousand miles long, when it vibrates its wings and soars straight away, its wings are like clouds hanging on the side. This bird is about to migrate to the southern sea when the wind blows the sea. The sea in the south, that's the 'pool'. "Qi Harmony" is a book dedicated to recording strange things, this book records: "When the Peng bird migrated, the wings slapped the water surface to stir up waves of 3,000 li, and the Peng bird rose and flew, spun and swayed straight up to 90,000 li in the sky, and left the North Sea with the June gale." "The galloping air like wild horses, the fluttering dust, as if blown by the breath of living things. The blue sky we see, is that its true color? Is it boundless? If the water does not accumulate deeply, it will have no power to carry large ships. Pour a cup of water in the lower part of the court, and you can use mustard grass as a boat, but if you put a cup on it, the boat will stick to it, because the water is too shallow and the boat is too big. If the wind does not accumulate strength, it will not be able to support its huge wings. Therefore, the Peng bird flies to a height of 90,000 miles, and the wind is under it, and then it can fly with the power of the wind, carrying the green on its back, without any obstacles, so that it can fly to the south. The cicada and the grey finch were surprised by this: "I take off so hard that I try to reach the branches of the elm and sandalwood trees, and sometimes I can't fly and I just fall to the ground, so why should I fly south at a height of 90,000 miles?" Of course, the two things of the cicada and the gray finch do not understand these truths, wisdom is not as good as great wisdom, and short life span cannot understand long life. Why is this so? The morning fungus does not know that there is a beginning and a end of the month, and the cicada does not know that there is spring and autumn, which is short. In the south of Chu State, there is a kind of big tortoise called the Spirit, which is spring for 500 years and autumn for 500 years; in ancient times, there is a tree called Tsubaki, which is spring for 8,000 years and autumn for 8,000 years, which is longevity. The 800-year-old Peng Zu is the birthday star that has always been rumored, wouldn't it be sad if people compared their life expectancy with him? Shang Tang and Thorn also had the conversation mentioned earlier. In the north where there is no vegetation, there is a deep sea, and that is the 'pool'. There was a fish there, thousands of miles wide, and no one knew how long it was, and its name was Kun. There was a bird whose name was Peng, and its back was like a mountain, and its wings were spread out like the edge of a cloud. By the whirlwind it spiraled up to 90,000 miles, beyond the clouds, carrying the green on its back, and then flew southward to the southern sea. Zeri's sparrow sneered: "Where is it going to fly?" I struggled to take off, but it fell a few feet high, hovering in the basil bushes, which is also the limit of my flight. Where is it going to fly?" This is the difference between Yamato. In the same way, those who are qualified for an official position, who are excellent in ability, who are virtuous and who are able to conform to the will of a king, and who are able to gain the trust of the whole country, when they look at themselves, they are actually like the insight of a scolding bird, so Song Rongzi ridiculed them. Song Rongzi is the kind of person in the world who praises him, and he doesn't feel depressed because of this, he clearly knows what to do and what not to do, and discerns the boundary between honor and disgrace, that's all. There are not many such people in the world. Although there is no need to walk, there is still something to rely on. Liezi can walk in the wind, light and beautiful, and he only returned to the ground after fifteen, and there are not many people who are as blessed as him. But though he was free from the toil of walking, he still had to rely on it. If human beings can follow the nature of nature, grasp the "six qi", that is, yin, yang, wind, rain, obscurity, brightness and other laws and changes in the universe, and wander in the endless realm, they still have to rely on it. Therefore, the person with the highest moral cultivation can conform to objectivity and forget himself, the "god man" has no merit heart, and the "saint" has no fame heart. ”

After Guo Peng finished speaking, Qinghe's eyes widened, she didn't know that she had been fascinated by it, this story was so beautiful......