When Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin climbed the Gem Mountain, it happened to be 8:30 in the morning.

This time is neither too early nor too late, but there are already many tourists by the West Lake.

Fortunately, there are not many tourists on Gem Mountain. After climbing the mountain, they can easily get a good location.

The weather is also beautiful, and there is no sun and the clouds are not thick, which is very suitable for taking pictures and of course also for viewing the scenery.

"Wow, it's so beautiful," Yang Qingyin couldn't help but raise his arms and shout, "You can really see the panoramic view of West Lake."

"Why don't you call a little more literary youth?" Luo Ziling joked with Yang Qingyin and said, "After all, you are a talented woman. If a talented man climbs West Lake, he will chant a sentence, 'Don't bother to wander in the rain, but it's because the scenery of the mountains is added to the lake'. If you don't have a few poems, isn't it too expensive?"

"Isn't it raining now?" Yang Qingyin glanced at Luo Ziling, "Also, I don't have that good talent. Do you think ancient poetry is so easy to write? It seems that you can write poetry."

"Listen, I'll give you a few words: The spring scenery of West Lake returns, and the spring water is greener than dyed."

"Tsk," Yang Qingyin looked contemptuous, "Isn't that Ouyang Xiu's poem? The spring scenery of West Lake returns, the spring water is greener than dyed. The flowers are rotten but not collected, and the east wind falls like a razor. He actually treats his own poem as his shamelessness. He is really ashamed of you."

Luo Ziling was not annoyed, and continued to steal other people's poems with shamelessness: "Flowers bloom, mangroves are blooming, orioles are singing, and grasses are growing, and egrets fly on the lake."

"That's a poem by Xu Yuanjie of the Song Dynasty!"

Seeing Yang Qingyin's coquettish look, Luo Ziling couldn't help but feel very happy and continued to tease Yang Qingyin: "Spring comes on the lake like a painting, with chaotic peaks surrounding the horizontal pavement. The pine trees are covered with a thousand green mountains, and the moonlight is a bead in the heart of the waves. Are these words good?"

"Are there four sentences? The green carpet thread is drawn, and the green carpet is displayed in the new pudding. It is not possible to throw it away in Hangzhou, and half of it is this lake." Yang Qingyin couldn't help laughing, "When Bai Juyi, Bai Lotte's masterpiece, dares to steal it. Are you not afraid that Lord Lotte will turn over from the grave and sue you for stealing his copyright?"

"Okay, then I have to think of a song no matter what," Luo Ziling deliberately pretended to be contemplative. When Yang Qingyin couldn't help laughing, he said loudly: "Southern Peak, North Peak, in the mist of lake light. Spring comes sorrow to kill people. My husband is strong, my husband is strong. I am so happy to be a horse. I meet Jiuli Song. Look, what a good poem, how suitable it is. I am talented, right?"

""Back to Sugar Siu·Walk to West Lake" is a lyricist by the poet Kang Yu of the Song Dynasty. If you change the character "Nong" from others to the character "Ren", you think it is your own work?" Yang Qingyin's contemptuous taste even stronger, "Do you think that finding a poem that most people don't know can fool people? Hum, you are too naive!"

Luo Ziling hugged Yang Qingyin's waist with a big laugh, pulled her into her arms with great force, and said happily: "I didn't expect that you knew such a non-spoken poem, and you could even hear that I changed a word? Awesome, my admiration for you is like the water of the West Lake..."

Luo Ziling's words made Yang Qingyin laugh out loud. She broke free from Luo Ziling's arms, stood facing him, tilted her head, and said playfully: "It seems that you have written a lot of ancient poems. Otherwise, you may be able to use them when you deceive the little girls in the Chinese department!"

"Come on," Luo Ziling reached out and scraped Yang Qingyin's nose, "You jealous guy, actually encouraged me to abduct girls, obviously because of bad intentions. Also, I am so famous now. You can show your true face wherever you go. The beautiful girl still cried and shouted and threw herself into her arms? Do you need to be so complicated to cheat a girl?"

"Hmph," Yang Qingyin rolled her eyes, then kicked Luo Ziling, and said with a slight anger: "I know you are a radish in the world, you are so charming, are you okay?"

"Okay, don't be jealous. While there are not many tourists now, hurry up and paint. It will take several hours!" Luo Ziling grabbed Yang Qingyin's arm and pulled him to the other side.

Ye Xiaoli, who followed, was already setting up a painting plan in the best place, waiting for Yang Qingyin to start construction.

A few tourists looked here curiously, and after seeing someone setting up a painting table, they stopped to watch.

When they came out today, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin both dressed themselves up a little ugly, and they both wore big glasses and hats. Basically no one could recognize them, and they couldn't even see whether they were beautiful or ugly.

This also makes it less trouble.

"I'm in a good mood, I can paint," Yang Qingyin smiled at Luo Ziling's eyebrows and said, "You are not allowed to make trouble, nor are you allowed to make trouble."

"Respect the Queen's order!" Luo Ziling made an exaggerated gesture, which made Yang Qingyin laugh again.

After washing his hands, Yang Qingyin also painted at the desk, and Luo Ziling watched.

Yang Qingyin's painting was a Chinese landscape painting, and Luo Ziling was also familiar with the painting technique. But what he could not imagine was that when Yang Qingyin painted, she was very generous and generous. As the pen in her hand moved rapidly, the landscape of West Lake appeared suddenly.

Luo Ziling's bodyguards, Yang Xiaodong and others were watching from the side, and at the same time stopped other tourists from approaching.

But the place where they paint is relatively low, and tourists behind them can also see the process of painting when standing at a high place.

So, some people who are engaging in the fun are standing on a high place, bringing the focal length of the camera or mobile phone in their hands closer, taking photos and posting to Moments.

These photos in the circle of friends have attracted many people to watch and admire. After seeing these photos, some tourists in Hangzhou all came to join the fun in Baoshi Mountain. In the end, even the police were alarmed - there were too many people watching the fun.

About an hour and a half, Yang Qingyin was finally completed, and what was presented to Luo Ziling was a very beautiful landscape painting.

"Why do you think the painting is more beautiful than the people you are now?" Luo Ziling joked, "This painting must be collected well. Maybe it can be sold at a good price in the future."

"The little woman's painting is ready, so please ask Mr. Luo to write an inscription," Yang Qingyin held back her laughter, gave a gift to Luo Ziling, and made a gesture of invitation, "What poem are you going to write?"

"I think about it," Luo Ziling thought for a moment before lifting his pen and writing inscriptions on Yang Qingyin's painting.

Yang Qingyin stood aside, with a slight smile on her face, watching Luo Ziling write.

Those curious tourists also looked at Luo Ziling with surprise.

Through the phone lens, I saw clearly the words on the drawing and read them softly:

The number one state in the southeast is the West Lake since ancient times.

Beside the terraces and pavilions, painted boats and pavilions, and tourists sang and sang.

Ten miles of lotus flowers, three autumn osmanthus, and four mountains are clear and green.

It has allowed all heroes to pass through the south for a hundred years and have forgotten their lifelong ambitions.

Unfortunately, the weather is different. Who can I borrow to save my shame back then?

Achieve the virtue of one's body, be sad about the present and the past, and exert your heroic spirit.

The strong men push the mountains, and the Tianwu moves the water to make farming and sedimentary land.

Borrowing the tides of Qiantang to wash away all your tears for you!

But the person who reads it does not know whose poem it is, this is not a well-known masterpiece.

"Although "The Water Dragon Song. Nostalgia of the West Lake" written by Chen Dewu in the late Southern Song Dynasty cannot be compared with Liu Yong's "Looking at the Sea Tide", it tastes good." After Luo Ziling finished writing, he threw away his pen and said to Yang Qingyin with a smile: "When painting and writing on the Gem Mountain, it was watched by many people. Are we a little too rampant?"

"Is it very glorious?" Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling with a bright smile, "Don't you think today is worth remembering?"

"Well, it's very memorable," Luo Ziling looked at Yang Qingyin affectionately: "A lifetime memory!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!