He ...... It's not simple......," Zhang Hanyue thought.

Suddenly, Zhang Hanyue suddenly thought of something, just like he woke up from a dream.

"That's right! This feeling...... This feeling is Qianlong! I've only encountered this feeling in Qianlong's body again! Zhang Hanyue couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

He sat upright, his hands on his knees, and maintained a characteristic demeanor. Hidden under his eyelids were a pair of charcoal-like dots of light, burning silently.

"Like a person, very familiar feeling." Zhang Hanyue thought about it.

"But like whom?" Zhang Hanyue couldn't help frowning and fell into deep contemplation.

I saw that he did not shy away from Liu Lao's feelings, and said loudly: "Hahahaha1 is magnificent, full of an atmosphere, what a good poem!" Shang Rong is excited because of the snow, and uses the snow scene to express his feelings. The pen is extraordinary, "The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting." The word "snow" is not written first, but the first "northern scenery" not only highlights the poet's impression of the northern snow scene, but also creates a unique and elegant environment, which can crown the whole article. This is followed by a large layout of the snow scene, "Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, only reckless; "Up and down the river, all of a sudden."

Heavy snow covered everything, and the Yellow River also lost its surging and flowing appearance, and the boundless snow scene. Here, "only the remnants of recklessness" and "sudden loss of surging" highlight the depth of the northern snow scene. This is the poet's vision extending and expanding in his imagination, the artistic conception is more broad, and the spirit is very grand. Heaven and earth are vast, pure and all-inclusive. "Ice" is quiet and quiet, "Snow Drift" dances lightly, static and dynamic contrast, and there is a fluttering dynamic in the quiet.

Now Zhang Hanyue's heart is full of his high school teacher's incessant preaching.

"Humph! This is Mao Taizu's poem, where can you third-rate vulgar people understand? ”

Zhang Hanyue smiled secretly in his heart: "Fortunately, I am still a college student, I still understand this bit of poetry, hehe, worship brother, I will bring back those good poems and good words on the Internet in the market and take them out one by one, and slap you hard, hehe!" ”

I saw the stars in Zirou's eyes spinning in Zhang Hanyue's eyes. It took a long time to come back to my senses.

"Childe, you, I didn't expect you to have such talent, the little girl is really ...... Extremely respectful...... "Zirou, who has undergone professional training, has now become a nymphomaniac, too, even if it is a girl who is difficult to chase, even if it is a cold goddess, you pull her when she is in danger, and then show such profound poetry, it is strange not to secretly wish it."

"What's that, Niang Xipi! You, you, are you going to rebel? Yes! I saw the old man angrily pointing at Zhang Hanyue's nose and scolding.

I thought that Zirou was in my bag, but I didn't expect that now I suddenly ran out of nowhere and a 6-year-old guy snatched the things in his bag like this, how could it be cool.

However, Zhang Hanyue didn't know that the store he was in had a very strict regulation, and it was also a very modern regulation, this store

The "employees" who will protect themselves are people like Zirou as long as they "work" seriously.

But the old man doesn't have any power, in fact, he only has a little bit of skin, and this old man is actually a third-rate landing talent.

The sky is as transparent as water, the rain gently drifts on the cheeks, the cool breeze blows, and the endless green cotton fields outside are rippling with blue waves in the breeze. Breathe in the fresh air. Zhang Hanyue looked at the crowd in front of him, and suddenly had a strange feeling, isn't this the feeling of a king? In fact, Zhang Hanyue didn't do anything, if it was before, Zhang Hanyue might still feel flattered, but now, Zhang Hanyue no longer has this feeling, perhaps, this is the feeling that the dignified China wants to let the Quartet come to congratulate.

Those who were really talented stood up one after another and applauded Zhang Hanyue, the warm applause lasted for a long time, and Zhang Hanyue could see that they were all sincere. There are also vassal and elegant businessmen here, and there are also vulgar officials, but there are more really talented people, and now Zhang Hanyue feels a little embarrassed when he arrives.

"Grandpa Mao is embarrassed, I stole your masterpiece, I will burn more paper money for you next time......" Zhang Hanyue thought in his heart.

After all, the old man still didn't pay attention to him, and those grain merchants who wanted to be vassals and elegant also flinched, joking, if you offended these pen sticks alone, then should you sell your own grain? More than one grain merchant thinks so.

"Everyone! Everybody! Listen to me! ”

"We are all here to exchange literature and poetry, so there is no distinction between superior and inferior, we are all exchanges, and we should uphold the principle of mutual respect, right?" Zhang Hanyue is a person who has watched the news broadcast, he knows how to speak, he seems to be saying very well, but in fact, not saying anything is simply talking nonsense, but it is just nonsense that makes people listen to it comfortably.

"Yes!"

"Yes!" Everyone spoke out in response.

No one noticed Zi Rou's expression of wanting to speak and stop, Zhang Hanyue turned his head and saw that something was wrong with Zi Rou, so he asked softly:

"Zirou, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah......" Zirou seemed to be frightened.

I saw that she hesitated for a moment, and immediately took Zhang Hanyue's hand and said, "You come with me!" ”

After that, he didn't wait for Zhang Hanyue to agree, and ran all the way.

Zirou's hair fluttered in the wind, like rootless duckweed, like a lily in the wind, silently blooming its beauty.

This is a black thick hair, like a black waterfall pouring down from the top of the head, it is not soft, charming, but fit, free and easy, with a very simple and natural charm. In the light, her long black hair covered her neck like a thick layer of soft black silk.

Zhang Hanyue paused for a moment, and then said, "Look at the sky, what is there?" ”

Zirou rubbed her eyes and looked at the sky again, and said softly, "Eh...... air, and ...... Blue sky! Zirou replied seriously.

Zhang Hanyue shook his head and said, "No! It's PM2. 5！ Zhang Hanyue forced a smile and used the famous chicken soup for the soul in later generations to untie Zirou's heart knot.

"Huh? What is PM2. 5? ”

“PM2。 5 The dust that drifts in the wind. ”

"Your past is the PM2 that clouds your heart. 5, and it is these things that prevent you from feeling the heart, wanting to see your heart, the way is very simple, it is to go to your xx PM2. 5。 ”