Li Lianhua scratched the bridge of his nose, glanced left at "A thousand trees and ten thousand trees of lotus blossoms open", then right at "A human face and lotus blossoms reflect each other in glowing red", and proudly declared, "Now tell me, isn't this poem I wrote much better than theirs?"
Su Ci looked heartbroken and said, "Huahua, you've really fallen."
Guoguo was utterly confused. "Mother, is there something wrong with Father's poem?"
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