"Your poetry is wonderful, nephew!

I wonder what the following sentences are?"

The middle-aged man in green carefully recalled the poems that Ling Qingchen read and asked with an anxious look on his face.

The artistic conception of this poem and the meaning you want to express are all the best choices.

Ling Qingchen's behavior of stopping abruptly when he was halfway through his mind was for people who like culture.

Obviously a torment.

It's like reading a novel, and seeing the ** period, it suddenly disappears.

It makes people want to send blades to the author!

Ling Qingchen: "..."

I read this poem to my fiancée.

Not for you to read.

Want to plagiarize the fruits of my labor? Don’t think about it!

"Ask from afar, it is easy to see through the spring green."

Ling Qingchen spoke softly.

"This... nephew, how do I feel, the artistic conception expressed in the next two sentences.

It seems to be a little inconsistent with the previous artistic conception?"

The middle-aged man in green carefully muttered the poem Ling Qingchen read and asked with confusion.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

Have you actually met someone who understands poetry?
Chapter completed!