Dali is a city suitable for life, and the main focus is a leisurely and comfortable.

If you have enough time, make a pot of tea, hold a book, listen to original music, and sit for the day.

In his spare time, he rode a bicycle on the shore of Erhai Lake and blew the wind of Erhai Lake.

This is the correct way to open the travel Dali, and it is the way to really empty yourself.

If it's like a sightseeing tour, just to check in, then you won't experience this feeling.

A person, a book, a cup of tea, a dream, peaceful, quiet and peaceful.

"The years are quiet."

Xiao Sa sat and was reluctant to move, "Generally, when I go to travel, I am busy playing everywhere." ”

"When I came to Dali, I lay down on this terrace but I didn't want to move anymore."

Bingbing also said lazily, "Or, this is Dali." ”

"Whether it's work or life, just lying quietly leaves all your worries behind."

Xiao Sa agreed with this, and then asked Zhang Huan, "What do you think?" ”

Zhang Huan got up, drank the slightly cold tea in one sip and said, "I suddenly wanted to write a poem." ”

Xiao Sa and Bingbing also climbed up when they heard it, "What poem?" ”

Zhang Huan looked around and saw a bucket of paint in the corner of the wall, which was used to paint the guardrail of the terrace.

And the Huafang Girl Inn where they live is being renovated recently, and the exterior wall is also being half scraped again.

So, Zhang Huan picked up the paint bucket and wrote directly on the wall with a brush.

From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world

From tomorrow, care about grain and vegetables

I have a house facing the sea and spring flowers are blooming

In the live broadcast room, countless viewers were as excited as Xiao Sa and Bingbing.

"Zhang Huan is going to write poems again, I look forward to it, I like every one of his poems."

"Please, do you have a sense of public morality, scribbling on other people's walls."

"Didn't you see the inn scraping the walls again? He can scrape it off again by the way after he writes it. ”

"No, you little blacks call this scribble?"

"Do you think the innkeeper would mind this kind of scribble?"

"Do you know what that means for the inn?"

"If the boss minds, he's a fool."

While they were enjoying their leisurely time, no one else at the inn came to disturb them.

By the time Zhang Huan finished writing the poem, everyone in the entire inn was already running to watch.

From tomorrow onwards, we will communicate with each and every one of our loved ones

Tell them about my happiness

The blissful lightning told me

I'm going to tell everybody

Zhang Huan wrote a sentence, and someone read it, and in the end, he couldn't help but applaud and applaud.

"Facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming, which is also too well written."

"I just wanted to have a house facing the sea, so I came to live in this inn, and I chose a room with a sea view."

"I feel the same way, but I don't know how to describe it, and now Zhang Huan has written it all."

"Another classic modern poem was born, and I didn't expect that I would have the privilege of witnessing it with my own eyes."

"From this moment on, this inn is completely on fire."

Zhang Huan sang a song that made Dali popular, and now he has improvised a poem, which is enough to make this inn famous.

The more classic this poem is, the more people will recognize it, the more people will come to it.

After the boss read it, the whole person was so happy that he almost fainted.

Zhang Huan and his entourage chose to stay at the Huafang Girl Inn, and as the boss, he felt lucky enough.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Huan actually gave such a Dali to the inn.

Even the Caiyun Cultural Tourism Bureau, which has been silently following the live broadcast, and the official people in Dali can't help but sigh for the good luck of the boss.

"Now, his inn will never be short of customers."

"Those who like to travel are basically literary and artistic young people, and they also have a soft spot for poetry."

"The long-term benefits brought by this poem are probably more than the song "Go to Dali."

"This is the blessing of his inn, and it is also the blessing of our Dali."

"It's a good thing, but you can't mess it up, find a time to inform them."

"In the future, the management of the inn must be more strict, even if there are more customers, no matter how short the supply is, the price cannot be maliciously increased."

Such a poem written on the wall will inevitably make many people who like poetry come on pilgrimage.

If the boss takes the opportunity to raise prices and lowers the standard of service, it is turning a good thing into a bad thing.

Who knows if the boss will do this kind of chicken-and-egg thing, it's better to intervene.

While the director and the others were discussing while watching the live broadcast, the innkeeper smiled again and held Zhang Huan's hand tightly.

"Teacher Zhang Huan, thank you for leaving Mobao."

"With your poem, my inn is really full of brilliance."

Because he was so excited, the innkeeper even seemed a little incoherent.

The boss's reaction made Zhang Huan feel a little exaggerated, after all, for him, it was just a copy of a poem.

He also felt a little embarrassed, "Boss, I'm sorry to paint your wall on a whim." ”

"When you trouble a worker to scrape the wall, you ask the worker to scrape it off."

Scrape off?

How is this possible, I'm not stupid.

"No, no, no, no......"

The boss shook his head vigorously, "You can't scrape it off, you can't scrape it off, it's okay, I like it very much." ”

"Teacher Zhang Huan, if you want, it doesn't matter if you write all the walls."

Zhang Huan: "Well, that's not necessary. ”

He copied this poem really because his mood was on a whim, and he didn't have this state if he continued to copy it.

Besides, you can't finish copying it in one go, and you have to pretend to be forced slowly.

He just copied it casually, which made countless people think that the innkeeper was the green smoke on the ancestral grave.

", I also open an inn, why is Zhang Huan's poem not my inn?"

"The boss laughed at me for this reaction, one song is not enough, and he still wants Zhang Huan to write all over the wall."

"It's not that it's incomprehensible, who would have too many good things like this."

"There are already people rushing to take pictures with this poem, and I want to see it for myself."

"The ticket to Dali has been booked, just for this poem."

Zhang Huan rose at this time, and it can even be said that he directly created a scenic spot.

This inn called Huafang Girl has become the most popular inn in the whole Dali.

This wall, where poems are written, has become a place where countless literary and artistic young people can't help but come to Dali to check in.

Bingbing looked at Zhang Huanyan and smiled, "It seems that from now on, you will become a fragrant glutton." ”

"Who doesn't want to get your favor now, who doesn't want to get your inscription."

Zhang Huan looked left and right, and found that the photographer was busy taking photos with the poems, and the tourists didn't care about it.

So, he quickly kissed Bingbing, "I just want you to treat me as a sweetheart." ”