socalfunplaces Chapter 175
Chapter 175
Return to the Golden Dome.
Almost no one cared about the departure of Lu Li and Song Muqing.
"The development of Luxiao is just around the corner, when both the route up the mountain and facilities such as toilets will be perfected..." Li
Xingwang and Fu Guohao took the initiative to publicize the Luxiao development plan to netizens under the lens of the young reporter.
The live broadcast room still has hundreds of thousands of people staying so far.
This wave of advertising is not done for nothing.
Zhong Lao, Old Man Li and the warriors and admiring tourists sat around the other side and talked about anecdotes.
Even if most people have not closed their eyes for a day and a night.
At the moment, I couldn't bear to go back to the tent.
Old Man Li was even more interested.
When it comes to intensity, even get up and gesture with people twice.
Others are happy to cooperate.
Rushing forward to let Old Man Li demonstrate.
The remaining people who did not have the opportunity to step forward, sharing dried meat and drinking small wine, the literati and soldiers were happy at this moment.
Lu Li looked at the clearing and sat quietly on the ground.
Song Muqing hesitated for a moment and sat down next to Lu Li elegantly.
The arrival of the two just made several people around smile and nod.
Then his gaze and attention were on Old Man Li and Zhongshi who were talking.
Fu Guohao, who casually glanced at here, sighed in his heart.
Passionate and rational.
If those celebrity fans of the rice circle are like this....
How can there be an endless stream of deformed products under today's capital.
"What attracts people, it is..."
Li Xingwang's gaze shifted slightly, and he stunned.
The talent of the meridians, the youthful spirit, the ghostly work of green mountains and green waters, the long history of traditional culture...
These are the resonances of their souls and Lu Li's soul.
And from the heart... Admire!
"Wait for the old man, I'll smoke a bong."
Old man Li was tired and pulled the cigarette stick from his waist and said.
Someone next to him handed a jug of wine.
Old Man Li's wrinkled face immediately listed a few yellow teeth.
"This thing is a good thing, in the early winter, it was too cold, and a few rags on my body could not withstand the wind chill... What to do?
"We went out and lay on the snow to fight the devil's ambush, captured some wine to warm up, and luckily had jerky and cigarettes!"
The sad past was so understated by him.
Everyone present was in awe.
Riku was tired of sitting still.
He took a sip of osmanthus wine and lay down on the golden-roofed grass.
As far as the eye can see.
Stars hang in the air.
It's like a milky way, dotting the entire sky.
"The hour does not know the moon, call it a white jade disk."
Lu Li looked stunned.
He couldn't remember how long he hadn't seen such a starry sky.
As a child, he would look at the night sky.
Watch the stars blink in the night sky and chase the bright white moon.
Today, it is difficult to see this kind of beauty.
It's gone....
Or didn't I pay attention when I grew up....
The stunned verse made everyone in the Golden Dome stunned slightly.
They all looked at Riku.
He followed his gaze and looked up at the river of stars hanging in the sky.
Luxiao real starry sky scene, quite beautiful.
these two childish perceptions of the moon in childhood.
Romantic and strange.
"Doubtful Yao Tai Mirror, flying in the green clouds."
With Lu Li's slight tone, two more sentences fell.
Netizens in the live broadcast room suddenly grinned.
You boy....
Can you write a poem by looking at the starry sky?
"Brothers, rest assured, this poem has nothing to do with you and me!"
"Congratulations to elementary school students for memorizing a text."
"The poetry is beautiful, romantic and playful, and it is indeed quite suitable for children's enlightenment verses."
"Lu Shen also knows to take care of elementary school students, rain and dew are wet."
"I cried to death, Lu Shen knows that we high school students are stressful and never increase our study burden!"
"Travel is tourism, write poetry and report again!"
Without waiting for the verse, they breathed a sigh of relief.
At least you don't have to recite these sentences yourself.
"Xuan Yatou said that he is very cute, and that's right."
Song Muqing lay on the green grass, stretching out his hand to feel the starlight.
It's cute when it's a little kid.
"Is there yet..."
she subconsciously turned her head to look at Lu Li.
Lu Li shook his head, this poem actually has the second half.
But it's all legends, and it's the same to say it or not.
"One more!"
"My thirty-year-old daughter red for you!"
Some people laughed hesitantly.
It is rumored that sightseeing with Riku is a pleasure.
It does seem to live up to its reputation today.
Compared with the previous peers, they will only "lie in the groove" and "bullish" partners.
I don't know where the senior has gone.
Li
Xingwang and Fu Guohao's eyes were a little excited, the young man who became famous in poetry was more useful than any endorsement.
"My daughter hasn't tasted red for years."
Elder Zhong muttered beside him.
But the voice was just right, and it came into Lu Li's ears.
Lu Li couldn't help but smile.
How could he not know Zhongshi's desire to help the old fellow.
"Xijiang Yue..."
Lu Li crossed his hands under his head, and his voice was faint.
Word!
Many bigwigs who are proficient in poetry all breathe slightly when they hear this.
Xijiang Moon is a popular patriarchal song spread thousands of years ago.
It is also the name of the word brand that has been passed down to this day.
It's just that there are not a few memorable lyrics.
Now in Riku's mouth.
Is it possible to produce a famous song again?
"Nocturnal Walking!"
Lu Li's voice sounded again, and the name of the word came out.
"The bright moon is shocking, and the breeze is singing cicadas in the middle of the night..."
came out with the first two sentences.
Everyone subconsciously pricked up their ears and listened to the movements around them.
What is a professional?
Two sentences depict the scene of camping in front of you.
Let the whole golden dome be immersed in amazement.
"Rice blossom fragrance said harvest year, listen to the sound of frogs..." Lu
Li smiled slightly and spoke again.
The Golden Dome was a little quieter again.
June and July are the harvest season.
Write Lu Xiao but not Lu Xiao, or rather....
The poems written by Lu Li are exactly what he saw and heard in Xiao City.
The beauty of the countryside fields, the joy of the harvest...
These are intertwined in his words.
It seems that there is really a faint smell of rice flowers and the sound of field frogs wafting in.
"Seven or eight stars away, before the rainy mountain at two or three o'clock..."
"In the old days, Maodian She was on the edge of the forest, and the road turned to the creek bridge suddenly."
The second half did not pause at all, and jumped out.
An article with a bland outlook and a bland wording....
An idyllic phrase that is not prosaic.
Let everyone's hearts gradually be empty.