After Chang Shuang returned home, he threw the poem to Zhu Ji and asked him to take the second half of the poem.

"Folding willows and planting the south window, he is ...... mulberry lotus"

Zhu Ji looked up at Chang Shuang, blinked, and didn't understand, "Sister, what does this mean?" ”

Chang Shuang put down the teacup and shrugged, "I don't know what it means, literally we can all see that what we are talking about is that the broken willow branches are planted under the south window, and they will grow fruits in the future, which are mulberries and lotus seeds." I don't know what the deep meaning is. ”

Zhu Ji also sees it this way, but, "How can it be possible to bear fruit on a willow tree, how can a mulberry and a lotus be on the same tree, the mulberry is in the soil, and the lotus is in the water, this is too contrary to common sense." ”

Chang Shuang shook his finger at Zhu Ji, "Tsk! Zhu Ji, don't take the poem too seriously, there are exaggerated performances, as well as metaphors and metaphors, which can't be understood literally, so it's difficult to understand. ”

Chang Shuang picked up the poem and squinted at it, "Anyway, I think the meaning of this poem must be, turning the impossible into possibility, nothing is impossible." However, there is also the second half of the poem, and the latter part can be a twist, denying the fact that the willow tree bears a mulberry lotus, or it can be the reason for the willow tree's fruit, or something else. Anyway, I can't make this poem. ”

Chang Shuang threw away the poem and gave up.

"Sister, I can't do it either."

Zhu Ji spoke honestly, the willow tree bears fruit, and the mulberry lotus is such a thing, he still doesn't want to toss, his head is not enough, he is only ten years old, and he is not a genius prodigy, but he can study better than others.

Chang Shuang sighed, how did she fill the pit she dug for herself, and the boasted seaport?

"Why does the eldest sister want to compose a poem, who wrote this poem?"

Chang Shuang went home and threw half of the poem to Zhu Ji for him to pick up, and he was still inexplicable.

"This is a poem written by the master next door...... "Chang Shuang told Zhu Ji about the New Year's Festival.

"So, there are forty taels of silver this year!"

Zhu Ji's eyes were shining, these forty taels of silver were money that a poor family might not earn in a lifetime, he wanted it.

"Big sister, I'll try to take a look." He wanted to make money to do something for his family.

"Don't be reluctant, it's been three years since anyone has been able to write a poem that the young master is satisfied with, even the gentleman in the academy, and the poems written by our eldest master, he is not satisfied, so picky people, I'm afraid they can't look down on our literary talents." Chang Shuang shook her head, she was not short of this money.

Zhu Ji looked at the poem again, and suddenly gave up again, he is indeed not this material.

"Then why does the eldest sister want to write poetry?"

"Humph! I want to frustrate this guy's spirit, and besides, I've already boasted about Haikou, and it would be a shame if I couldn't do it. ”

Chang Shuang regretted that she was impulsive, she was becoming more and more impulsive, and the calm killer Ling Ji in the past was long gone.

Zhu Ji thought about it, thought of a way, and said with a smile: "Eldest sister, no one has made a poem that satisfies the person for three years, he is so picky because of his personal preferences and personality, it is not difficult to satisfy him, to understand what kind of preference he is, and make the poems he likes, then it is likely to satisfy him." ”

"That's right!" Chang Shuang clapped his hands and smiled, "Zhuji, you are so smart!" Hey! Anyway, it's next door, so I'll go see him at night. ”

Eldest sister, is this going to be a thief? Zhu Ji frowned, is his proposal a bad thing?