It was a pity that Zhong Lan had never focused on the problem itself; they were all going hungry without eating just to compose poetry—the thought of it amused Zhong Lan somewhat.
"The Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, so why don't we take the Mid-Autumn Festival as our theme, using two lines or more?"
Tian Hua finished speaking, directly drained the wine in his cup, looked at Lin Xian, and recited two lines of poetry.
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