Han Lei was not interested in this; she originally didn't want to participate, but when it came to her turn, seeing everyone's enthusiasm, she found it hard to decline.
Without thinking, she casually brushed off two lines.
"The beauty of spring cannot be hidden; a branch of red apricot emerges beyond the wall."
"Excellent poetry!" Sun Mingcheng clapped his hands in admiration, "Mr. Wei, those two lines are fresh and refined, with profound meaning!"
"Uh..."
This is considered profound meaning?
Han Lei held her forehead, feeling that this seemed like something learned in elementary school. With just these two lines, can she outshine them all?
In the second round, with "moon" as the theme, the young men at the table were again involved in a struggle, but none produced any particularly outstanding verses.
When it was Han Lei's turn, she spontaneously offered two lines.
"I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, and with its reflection, we become three."
"Marvelous!"
