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In the blink of an eye, it's Thursday again.

After school at noon, Ye Bufan had dinner and returned to the dormitory early.

The two manuscripts of "Dongshan Sutra" and "Zhongshan Sutra", on Tuesday morning, Ye Bufan had already sent them to Lin Ziming's mailbox.

He had nothing to do, so he opened his notebook and began to prepare for the next week.

Because everything was clearly memorized in his mind, Ye Bufan's typing speed was naturally much faster, and it only took him an hour to finish the next week's draft.

Looking at the vernacular versions of "Overseas Southern Classics" and "Overseas Western Classics" that he had translated, Ye Bufan felt very satisfied.

In order to show the extraordinaryness of this "Classic of Mountains and Seas" in his previous life, he translated it almost word for word according to the original text, and even if he encountered those mythological stories that would definitely become popular in the future, he did not add too many of his own descriptions.

Maybe when I have the opportunity in the future, I can write the original version of the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", if that is the case, I am afraid that it will cause a sensation in many old antiques in the ancient literary world!

Thinking of the original "Classic of Mountains and Seas", an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of Ye Bufan's mouth.

saved the manuscript of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", and saw that it was still early, and none of the guys in the dormitory came back, Ye Bufan casually knocked on the manuscript of "Super Teacher".

However, he prepared the draft of "Super Teacher" quite well, and he was not in a hurry at this time, but just wrote a little more casually.

Ye Bufan was typing leisurely when the mobile phone on the bed suddenly rang.

When I picked up my phone, I saw that it was a call from Zhao Xinxin.

"What's wrong, is there something wrong with the call?"

"Cut, I can't call you if it's okay, what are you doing, great poet?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Xinxin climbed on the bed, dangling a pair of barefoot, pouting, and said with dissatisfaction.

Ye Bufan seemed to see his cousin's cute appearance, and hurriedly smiled: "I don't mean that, it's okay to write some manuscripts for the school magazine." ”

"Cousin, I have good news here, do you want to hear it?"

"It's also sold, let's say, what's the good news?"

"That's the case, just now Sister Ruomei sent a text message saying that tomorrow all the members of the Ancient Poetry and Literature Society will go to Luoyun Mountain to play, will you go?"

Luoyun Mountain? Play?

Ye Bufan smiled, he had just joined the ancient poetry and literature club, and there were group activities so soon!

Go on an outing with so many beautiful and lovely girls, and be accompanied by the goddess of school flowers who look like fairies, if you don't go, you're a fool!

"Of course I'm going, you're all girls, so you have to have a handsome and strong boy to follow!" Ye Bufan said unashamedly.

"Cousin, I found that you have an advantage, it must be very useful when chasing girls!"

"Is it warm, caring, and considerate of others?"

"No, it's - thick-skinned! Giggles! Zhao Xinxin, who was holding the mobile phone, stuck out his tongue and showed a triumphant smile on his face.

"Y-you little fart!" Ye Bufan couldn't help but be embarrassed.

"I won't talk to you, I have to go to class, and I'll send you the time and place of the meeting on your phone later."

After Zhao Xinxin finished speaking, he hung up the phone, leaving Ye Bufan speechless for a while.

"Uh, am I thick-skinned?" Ye Bufan touched his face depressedly, "Where is it thick, is this as thin as a cicada's wings, picked up the mobile phone in his hand and looked at it in the mirror, his face was like a peach blossom, smooth as snow, white and red, his skin was like condensed fat, he could be broken by blowing, and he was slightly flawed in white, where is this thick!" ”

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Luoyun Mountain is located in the suburbs of Luoyi City, the southernmost position of Wenhua Road, is a not too high soil mountain, after the development and rectification of the municipal government, now it has become a semi-open place for citizens to play.

On the road to the mountain, there are flowers and grasses, twists and turns, although there are no rockeries and strange stones, the stream is murmuring, and the sultry fragrance is wrapped in the breeze, but it is not worse than those scenic spots.

What's more, Luoyun Mountain is relatively rare, quiet and natural, and not as crowded as other scenic spots.

On Saturday morning, Ye Bufan called his mother, then put on his canvas schoolbag and came to the meeting place sent to him by his cousin, the school gate.

I don't know how Liu Ruomei arranged it, but she actually got a Mercedes-Benz Spinner and parked at the school gate.

After a while, all the members of the ancient poetry and literature society arrived, and everyone saw the luxury business bus in front of the door and sat in the car with cheers.

Ye Bufan smiled at Liu Ruomei, got into the car, and found a vacant seat to sit down.

For this outing, a group of beauties were apparently dressed up with great care.

The carriage was filled with a faint smell of perfume, the beauties were talking and laughing, and for a while the spring was overflowing, so that Ye Bufan, who was stunned, couldn't help but be fascinated.

The driver was a middle-aged uncle who was not smiling, and he had always maintained a very humble expression towards Liu Ruomei, and when Liu Ruomei nodded to him, the middle-aged uncle drove the car and set off towards Luoyun Mountain.

Since Luoyun Mountain was not far from Luoyi Yigao, in less than two hours, the business car carried everyone to the destination.

After getting out of the car, Liu Ruomei gave instructions to the driver, and then took all the members of the ancient poetry and literature club, a group of handsome beauties, to the foot of Luoyun Mountain.

Of course, there is also Ye Bufan, who is obscene, ah no, handsome man!

"I prepared a lot of barbecue on the mountain, and we all climbed the mountain together and then barbecued, okay?"

Liu Ruomei wore a pale red striped single gown with three-quarter sleeves today, a black chiffon lace skirt underneath, a pair of white embroidered canvas shoes on her feet, long hair tied into a ponytail, a bunch of blue earrings, and an angel face like snow.

Slim and touching but lovely, graceful and pure but charming.

"She's really good-looking today!" The thoughts in Ye Bufan's heart spontaneously popped up.

However, the minds of the girls were not on the same channel as him, and when they heard Liu Ruomei say that there was barbecue to eat, they all shouted happily.

Especially Zhao Xinxin, who loves food, jumped three feet high and shouted: "Great, Sister Ruomei, then let's hurry up and climb the mountain!" ”

"Xinxin, look at your urgency, we finally came out for a trip, naturally we have to enjoy this leisure and free time, we can climb the mountain while composing poems, accompanied by the scenery, if we don't make a few poems, then how can we be embarrassed to say that they are people from the ancient poetry community!"

The one who spoke was also a girl with beautiful skin, a yellow and white vest-style coat, and a pair of white slacks underneath, outlining the beautiful lines of the buttocks.

has breasts and buttocks, and is the most conspicuous figure among all women.

"Well, what Qianya said is right, we are an ancient poetry and literature society, it is better to do this, while we are climbing the mountain, we improvise poems on the scenery on the mountain, one per person, no one can deny it!" Yan Kemin said.

When it comes to composing poetry, everyone's excitement is even greater, as a member of the ancient poetry and literature society, composing poetry is not a piece of cake.

Although Luoyun Mountain is not high, it is better to be quiet and wide, the quiet path, the unobstructed vision, the wind blows the grass, the leaves are shashy, everyone walks on the path to the top of the mountain, as if in the embrace of nature.

Heart-open, Shenyi!

Everyone followed the path and headed up the mountain.

Passing by a piece of chrysanthemums, colorful chrysanthemums, or beautiful and elegant, or fresh and dazzling, or head high, white like snow, pink like xia, yellow clusters of petals in a cluster, like a yellow hydrangea.

The beautiful sea of flowers, even Lin Ye Bufan was stunned.

"I just said it, one person and one poem, which of you has made it, if not, then I will throw a diamond and make a poem for this scene." Sun Qianya was so excited that she suddenly spoke.

"Okay, Qianya will make a song!" Liu Ruomei also stopped and said softly.

"The name of my poem is 'Ode to Ju'."

Qian finger holds the chrysanthemum, and the ease is accompanied by the wind.

Juluo people smiled at the beginning, chic and happy.

"Well, Sister Qianya's poem is well written, I'm going to have one too!"

Zhao Xinxin's eyes rolled, as if he had been prepared, and he also read out a poem.

However, Zhao Xinxin's poems can only be regarded as barely meeting the requirements of rhyme, and on the whole, they still do not have the meaning of Sun Qianya's "Ode to Chrysanthemum". Of course, these two poems can only barely be regarded as poems in Ye Bufan's ears!

The biggest is only the third year of high school, and being able to read a few poems casually is already very powerful.

Everyone talked and laughed, and continued to walk forward, and the plane trees on the side of the road seemed to bear colorful glow, and they were about to reach the top of the mountain.

"Sister Ruomei, now there are only two people left, you and your cousin, one person and one poem, no one is allowed to cheat!"

Zhao Xinxin ran to the front of the team and stretched out his arms to stop Liu Ruomei, it seemed that the two of them had to compose poems.

Liu Ruomei smiled and said, "Okay, I just thought of a poem, the name is called "Poetry of Luoyun Mountain", you can listen to it." ”

Drunk on the moss according to the colorful glow, smiling and smiling in the water and smelling the mountain flowers.

Side by side from the capital, the clouds and sycamores look for leisure.

Liu Ruomei read a poem, everyone was fascinated by it, and even Ye Bufan couldn't help but praise it, he is worthy of being a person who has published a collection of ancient poems, and his poetry attainments are indeed not low.

"Then I'll have a random one, don't laugh at it, the name of my poem is "Mountain Walking".

"Mountain walk? Take two words from the title of Ruomei's poem, well, hurry up and read it for us to hear. Sun Qianya said in a pleasant voice.

As soon as they heard that Ye Bufan was going to compose a poem, the women also looked at him with anticipation, because of the last assessment of composing poems, everyone was naturally full of expectations for Ye Bufan's poem.

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