But I saw the cold wind, the tribute courtyard was covered with white snow, and the snow scene was filled with bustling crowds.

At this moment, Zhang Yue suddenly remembered his experience in the cold window and couldn't help but chant: "I'm lazy to live in a mountain man, but I'm a poor family. I'm writing more and more heavy, and I'm sleeping less and getting new."

"The wild tourists are crazy and the poet is thin and the autumn wind is gone thousands of miles away, who will go on a blind date with me?"

Who can solve the loneliness in the cold window?

"Uncle San?" Zhang Qiu said.

"how?"

Zhang Qiu said: "I remember, when I was studying in Nanfeng Academy, Mr. Bo Yi once said to him that reading and reciting poems is joyful and cultivating temperament. But after the imperial examination, the servants have already received the sheng and forgotten the fish today."

Zhang Yue asked, "Didn't you forget the sheng when you get a fish?"

Zhang Qiu said: "Sir, what he said is that he has the sheng and forgets the fish."

Zhang Yue nodded.
Chapter completed!