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Chapter 1687 I thought of another poem!

"Mom, those are the flowers I planted!"

The eldest sister became anxious when she saw it. This peony flower was the seed she got from her classmates a few years ago. With her careful cultivation, the peony is now in full bloom. Each flower is as big as a rice bowl, and the beautiful red petals are as thin as cicada wings, with a faint color in the sunset.

The old cat is also anxious!

"Why are you arguing? I'm just lending you a flower!" Qian Huijun smiled and pinched the cat's head, "Which senior will go first?"

"I'll come first!"

Still the fat "Mediterranean", he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and pondered over the peony for a long time. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, "I got it!"

He cleared his throat. "The peony is in full bloom, its rosy face reflecting the sunlight. It is magnificent and beautiful, graceful and elegant."

"What a poem!"

This bunch of poor people immediately applauded loudly!
"The beauty of Mr. Cen's poem lies in the four words 'red and delicate face', which immediately highlights the beauty of the peony flower. It is really a stroke of genius!"

There are people flattering you next to me!

"Not bad, not bad. Who's next?"

"Let me give it a try!" An old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face, who looked like a spirit of a Shar-Pei dog, stood up, shook his head towards the peony flowers, and recited a quatrain!

"The peony is beautiful and charming, and it is the most beautiful in the world. With red makeup, it shows its charming face, and it is the most charming and charming in the world."

What the hell!

Old Cai rolled his eyes and said, "See, our Hecheng is indeed a hometown of poetry and painting, and it is full of talented people!"

Each of them speaks eloquently!

Floating wine!

Applause!

Qian Huijun smiled but said nothing.

These so-called "artists" are only at the level of doggerel!
"Leader, write a poem!" Sun Jianping deliberately flattered Old Cai. Old Cai did not refuse. He stared at the peony for a long time and smiled. "There have been many poems praising peonies since ancient times. I saw that this peony is very beautiful. I came up with two lines in my mind by chance. They are just copying what others have said and filling in the gaps!"

"When a leader writes a poem, it must be a masterpiece!"

"Please enlighten us, so that we, the writers, can also feel the inspiration of the leaders!"

This bunch of flatterers rushed over and made Old Cai so happy that his eyes narrowed into slits!

"Then I will... chant?"

"All ears!"

Sun Jianping secretly raised his eyebrows at his wife!
"The peony flowers are in full bloom in the garden, layer upon layer showing their beauty, stunning the whole country and boundless beauty, bringing endless wealth and good fortune."

What the hell!

Secretary Fang thought that Lao Cai had been showing off for so long, so he would not be able to come up with anything good, but he did not expect...

That's it?

Qian Huijun also frowned. She originally thought that Old Cai was somewhat knowledgeable. After all, he was a secretary and did writing work. How could he...

"Good!" The bunch of flatterers immediately applauded!
"This poem by the leader is simply wonderful! Especially the four characters 'layer upon layer', which are smart and playful, fully showing the beauty of the peony flower!"

"Yes, yes. And the four characters 'wealth and good fortune' open the topic and point out the meaning of the peony flower. After all, whether in ancient times or modern times, the peony flower is a symbol of wealth and prosperity in the world!"

There was a round of applause!
The old cat lay on the roof and retched!
Disgusting!
I can't stand it anymore!

Meow can't listen anymore!
The old cat picked up the little cat that was watching the fun foolishly and ran away!

It was Qian Huijun's turn. She held a rose in her hand, frowned, looked up at the sunflowers and blueberry trees in the yard, as well as the linden trees, oak trees, willow trees, etc. planted by the river in front of the door, and smiled. Got it!

People love sunflowers that lean towards the sun.
I also pity the peach and plum trees and understand human nature.

The peony is gorgeous but has no fruit.
It's a waste of fame.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. The couple's poetry seemed a little...

Be flexible and do whatever you want!

"We are praising the peony, but your words are somewhat derogatory. It's inappropriate, inappropriate!" Old Cai got anxious. You call this a poem?

There is no artistic conception at all, unlike me, who only sees flowers blooming and prosperity, so auspicious! "That's right, I don't know what it means!"

"Of course, the Chinese teacher's level is also average!"

Everyone immediately echoed him, Qian Huijun gave them a disdainful look, what a bunch of idiots!
"You guys play by yourselves, I'm going to cook! The children are hungry!" Qian Huijun threw the peony flowers on the ground, turned and went into the house, leaving everyone looking at each other in confusion.

Sun Jianping secretly laughed in his heart that the eldest lady was angry again!
Secretary Fang, however, figured out something. It turned out that although Jianping and his wife were not "artists", the two poems they wrote were several orders of magnitude better than those idiots in terms of wording and artistic conception!
That’s right, the phoenix follows the blue phoenix, and the fly chases the stink bug. No wonder the couple likes each other so much!
"County Magistrate Sun's wife looks pretty, but she's just average!"

"There's a saying, 'Even if you have a nice appearance, you're actually a wild creature inside.'"

"Of course, our leader's poems are more beautiful and elegant. Come on, leader, let's go to the mountains and fields to take a look and find some inspiration..."

Everyone lamented that although Miss Qian was pretty, her beauty was wasted as the quality of her poems were not very good, which was a waste of her reputation as a top student in the Chinese Department of Yenching University. They walked out of Sun Jianping's small courtyard, shaking their heads, and came to the river.

"In this situation, I really want to let out a long whistle and recite a poem!"

"Mr. Shichuan has such talent and learning. I really admire him. Please recite it quickly!"

The old cat, who was hiding in the quiet on a tree, saw these guys chasing him again. He meowed angrily and ran home with the little colorful cat in his mouth!

Little Caili: So the cat is a big toy?
I'm so mad!
As soon as the old cat came in, he meowed and cursed angrily for a long time. He walked around inside and outside, and saw that the gang had indeed all left. Then he ran to Miss Qian, jumped onto her shoulders, and watched Sun Jianping cut meat for dinner.

He casually handed a piece of meat to the old cat. The old cat looked at it, let out an angry cry, and didn't even eat it!

Meow!
I'm so angry!
"Look at these rotten cloves of garlic you brought back. They made the cat mad!" Qian Huijun smiled and rubbed the cat's head. The old cat glared at Sun Jianping fiercely, made a purring sound, and jumped onto her lap and lay down.

"I didn't bring this back. They came here to collect folk songs on their own."

"What wind are you picking? I think it's a seizure!"

Secretary Fang walked in from outside, "Jianping, I have to go back..."

"Uncle, let's have dinner first. I've already stewed the meat..."

"No, no, no, it's too late to go back and your aunt will start nagging again..." Secretary Fang pinched Little Potato's dirty face, "This child is so cute! Come to my house and play with your uncle some other day!"

"Okay grandpa!"

Qian Huijun was stunned for a moment, looked at her husband, then looked at her smiling son, and suddenly felt that this little bastard...

He eats everything without leaving any residue, and is not good at anything, but he knows how to flatter people!

"Uncle, please walk slowly. I'll go to the garden and pick some vegetables for you..."

"Give me some cucumbers. Cucumbers are crispy and delicious. Don't take too much!"

Qian Huijun sighed. Didn't my brother just say that he wrote a poem for Malaysia? I'll ask him later to see how good his poetry is!

"Mom, I can write poems too!" The eldest and Wuyun came running in, picked up the old cat, and chirped, "From a distance, the toad looks big, and up close, it's a big toad. If you want to know what it is, my brother is called Guagua!"

"Stop!"

Little Potato was so angry that he jumped up and down and ran out of the house chasing his sister!

"Haha, haha, I can't catch up, you little idiot!"

"These kids..." Qian Huijun stood up, holding the door frame, and couldn't help laughing as she watched the children playing and fighting.

Sun Jianping picked a full net bag of cucumbers, eggplants, peppers, radishes, and a bunch of tomatoes. Secretary Fang muttered that it was too much, took the fruits and put them in the bed of the three-wheeled motorcycle. He glanced at the river with a look of disgust, "These guys are still blowing at us!"

"Isn't that what they make their livings?" Sun Jianping smiled, and Secretary Fang shook his head, "There are no so-called writers in the country right now, they are all a bunch of cynics who fawn on others!"

"It's profitable! Uncle, take care!"

"Well, you should go back early too!"

Secretary Fang rode away on a three-wheeled motorcycle and honked twice when passing the bridge. When Old Cai saw the three-wheeled motorcycle, his eyes lit up!
"I thought of another poem!"

"Come on, chant!"

"The motorcycles are speeding along the dust, and the cavalry are leaping across the sky like dragons. The wheels are rolling forward, and the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers is so captivating."

"vomit!"

Secretary Fang vomited while riding his bike!

Please stop disrespecting my three-wheeled motorcycle!

(End of this chapter)