Fu Xin didn't know what the comments were talking about, so she didn't restrain herself. Instead, she continued, "A foreigner in a foreign land, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. Every time there's a good festival, one misses their family. The spring wind in February is like scissors."
Fu Xin shook her head as she spoke, looking like she was immersed in the joy of poetry.
Zhang Nan was already amused by her. "What are you reading? Hahaha!"
The bullet screen also burst into wild laughter. After the wild laughter, they continued to discuss.
[Normally, a woman doesn't read poetry and one that does isn't an ordinary woman, she's just ridiculously wrong.]
[Save me! I can't stop laughing.]
[I have to say, her memorization is quite rhyming.]
[This is called second-degree composition! But I reckon that the poet will jump out of his coffin in anger because of her.]
