Li Yun pursed his lips and said with a smile:

"I know that I can't compose poems myself, but at least I can read and write, so why not borrow some good poems from books? I promise you ten miles in red, one mile of flowing water, the sand is late, and the flowers are not as good as you. I promise you ten miles in red, one mile of lovesickness, prosperous all over the land, and the years are not as good as you. I promise you ten miles of red, a mile of flowers floating quietly, muttering under the leaves, the past is not as good as yours like the wind. I promise you ten miles of red, a mile of breeze caressing, fine smoke and water, morning and twilight are like an instant inferior to you. I promise you ten miles in red, a light smile and a curtain, the first time you meet, the morning dew is not as good as you. I promise you ten miles of red, one mile of eaves and sparse moon, gentle parting, wet snow is not as picturesque as you. I promise you ten miles in red, one mile under the city, all the affection, Shaoguang is not as good as you. I promise you ten miles of red, one mile of red paths, the forest road is secluded, and the bead curtain is not as elegant as you. I promise you ten miles of red, one mile of long street crossing, residual plum blossom sacrifice, withered willows like autumn are not as good as you. If I wish to return, I will look for it in the lamplight, but I suddenly look back without you. If I wish to return, I will look for it in the moonlight of the sea, but there is no you when I am born in the dream. If I am allowed to return, I will look for it when the peacock flies south, but there will be no you when the rock is transferred. If I wish to return, I have been looking for it for a long time, but there is no you when the road falls into the Yellow Spring. If I am allowed to return, I will look for it in the Lethe River, but there will be no you when I am reincarnated. What an affectionate and sincere sentence, not a hundred times stronger than what you said, who knows if you are a human or an animal after eight lives, do you have to go to which forest to find when the time comes?" Lu Yan said with a dark face:

"Okay, this is what you forced me, compare poetry with me, you are a good death, wait for you to reign in the world, who is allowed to be home from all over the world, the palace gate is thousands of pets, I have been a cage prisoner flower; treat you without worry, who is allowed to wander the world, courtiers to miss five cold, I have two temples frost; to treat you for half a lifetime, who is allowed to talk about mulberry and hemp, who dreams of who in Guanshan and Shanshan, I have been a green lantern ancient temple; when you are famous, who is allowed to spend the moon, the penitent husband is looking for a marquis, I have been yesterday's yellow flower; when you are famous in China, who is allowed to sing and indulge in horses, the illusion is not enough, I have wasted my years; when you are broken and the sound is broken, who is allowed to have green silk and white hair, and the plum wife and crane indulge in it, I have died of old age in the fieldWait for you to no longer have her, who is allowed to have light rice and coarse tea, thousands of sails to cross the vicissitudes of the sea, I have been fortunate to be a family; Treat you to be high-headed and big-headed, who is allowed to marry Hongxia, fame and fortune are difficult to resist the fingers, I have married the wrong match; Treat you rich and glorious, who is allowed to be ten miles of peach blossoms, half an acre of thin fields are full for life, I have planted beans and melons; Wait for you to wear a robe, who is lovesick to put down, flowing water has no intention of falling flowers, I have participated in the true and false. Romance, sincerity will last forever, what do you have to say?" Li Yun said with a dark face:

"Shaohua ten acts, write ten love stories, and break the end of the world for ten years. Act 1, blood and sand, who allows you to shadow the world; rivers and mountains collapse, who writes, this song gathers the moon; Act 2, painting bones into sand, who allows you to spend the world; snow is full of red yarn, dry face is buried, this life is a flick of the wind and flowers; Act 3, the big waves and sand, who allows you to try the world; exile the world, the red dust is released, this life is piano, chess, calligraphy and painting; Act 4, half of the city of smoke and sand, who allows you to pour out the world; blood stained Zhu H2