Then the projection light curtain shrouded, and an image immediately appeared in Christie's mind, directly presenting a three-dimensional picture, and the picture flowed.

"Then I heard the thunder outside the window, as if a heavy rain was coming.

The heavy rain fell in the blue moon, and the night was hot and slightly cool. ”

A young man kept fanning with a pampas in his hand, and muttered small poems out of tune. Christie looked around through his eyes, it was a big yard, he was in a small pavilion in the yard, the road on both sides was lined with willow trees, and not far away there was a small lake, artificial rockery.

"The sound of thunder and rain outside the house is in my ears.

Tossing and turning in the house, I can't sleep late at night.

Writing a small poem, the meaning is still unfinished.

At this time, the sudden power outage added to the artistic conception. ”

"How is this little poem of mine better than yours?" In the distance, a young man walked slowly with a folding fan in his hand.

"Broken poems, far worse than me." The boy in the pavilion spoke, and as he approached, a tail whip was whipped on the back of the young man with a folding fan.

Why, if you can't compare to me, you'll be rough. The young man with a folding fan in his hand didn't dodge, he was hit on the back, and he said in pain.

What, in a song? How about making a song about going to a distant place? The young man with a puff fan in his hand asked with a smile.

Fabulous! The young man with a folding fan in his hand echoed and sat down on the chair in the small pavilion.

"All the way to the mountains and rivers, the original intention does not change steadily. Over hills, over meadows, leaping into new environments. The young man with a puff fan in his hand groaned, his thick gray tail wagging non-stop.

"Longing for the boundless distance, and now embarking on a new journey. Look at the landscape paintings along the way, and think about where the future will be. The young man with the folding fan in his hand did not pause at all.

"Looking up at the moon in a different place, the moon hangs high between heaven and earth. Sheltered in a nest bowing his head and speechless, a glass of wine between the universe. The young man with the puff fan in his hand frowned slightly, and said with his tail lowered.

What does this count? The young man with a folding fan pursed his lips.

How not counting? The young man with a puff fan in his hand picked up the tea ceremony on the tea vulture.

"Thousands of miles to Xiangshan, the scenery inside and outside Xiangshan is good, Shuangqing Villa has a look, come to Qingxuan to have a look." The young man with a folding fan waved his fan and said.

"Looking at the mountains and the sea, looking up at the moon, looking down at the movie after thinking about it, the moonlight is gradually elongated when the shadow is reflected, and the truth is getting thinner and thinner." The young man with a puff fan in his hand said.

"Stop, you're seriously off topic." The young man with a folding fan in his hand glared at the young man with a fan in his hand and said.

"Okay, okay, I'll admit defeat and punish myself." After speaking, the young man picked up the tea in his hand and drank it all.

Is this going to let him go? Not far away, there was a laugh like a silver bell.

The young man with the fan and the boy with the folding fan looked at the place where the voice came from.

I saw a girl dressed in red classical style coming from a distance, with a string of bells hanging on the tip of her tail, making a jingling sound, melodious, breezy hair, long hair flying. She walked briskly with big eyes, a high nose, red lips, and a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Lin Weiwei. The young man got up, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Adults don't remember villains, let him go. The folding fan boy also smiled.

Another game, this time we play freely, improvisation, poetry is not limited, but one person must pick up the other immediately after speaking, no pause, how. Lin Wei smiled and Mimi said.

Willing to accompany. The young man laughed.

Come. The young man with the folding fan nodded.

Come to a blessing poem, horizontal criticism, Dragon Boat Festival is healthy, it is another year of Dragon Boat Festival, the drizzle continues to fall, persuade you to eat more rice dumplings, and send them home in the next blessing. Lin pondered slightly for a moment.

Today's weather is not beautiful, drizzle and hazy on the way to work, vehicles slow down in the lane, thoughts drifting into the distance. The fan boy wagged his tail and said.

It's another drizzling day, and it's too hurried to drive on the road by car.

The night rain rustled and I didn't sleep, and I was dizzy and dizzy at work, which was too uncomfortable. The young man continued.

Horizontal batch, spring, summer, autumn and winter have a feeling, the spring breeze is like a trickle, gently flowing into my heart, summer is like whipping thunder, fierce sharpening my will, autumn is like a fairy possessed, people feel the world is long, the winter is cold and frozen to the bone, tempering my spiritual spirit. Lin's slightly pleasant voice came.

The breeze on the seaside, sighing the uneven waves on the sea, the city is full of high-rise buildings, hoping that everything is going well, life is unpredictable, sighing that there are many changes in the world, I am above the void, waiting for the wind and rain to look forward to the rainbow. The folding fan boy said.

The summer sun is shining, looking forward to the sun setting in the west, I go to the clouds, stretch out my hand to pick the stars, when the night comes, I look up and count the stars, the cool breeze gently into the heart, comfortable is the most rare. Pu Fan boy said.

The crowd is busy every day, what are you busy with, I look forward to the sunrise and sunset, what is I looking forward to, walking into the vast sea of people, how can the sea of people meet, walking through spring, summer, autumn and winter, year after year. Seeing Lin frowning slightly, the folding fan boy hurriedly continued.