Killing chickens and cooking at the beginning, you call this eight years old?

"Okay, it's time to reach the destination, this is the Yellow Crane Tower Scenic Area. After

arriving at the location, everyone got off the bus and looked at the scenic spot in front of them.

"Wait a minute, take everyone to eat first, and then go to the scenic spot, after visiting the scenic spot, there is also a parent-child activity, and when the parent-child activity is completed, you can rest!"

Soon, Lin Chen and the others arrived at a restaurant next to the scenic spot, and each began to order.

After eating and resting for a while, it is time to go to the Yellow Crane Tower.

After buying tickets and walking all the way, Chen Ping and the others also asked: "Lin Chen, when you arrive at the Yellow Crane Tower, do you remember to write poems."

"Yes, Lin Chen, you are so talented, the previous scenic spots have left poems, and you can also stay this time."

Lin Chen raised his head and said, "Is there any poetry by Cui Hao?" "

Yes, the people of the past have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is empty here, the yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds have been empty for thousands of years. I'll do that.

Zhang Qian continued: "Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, fragrant grass and parrot island." But it doesn't matter Lin Chen, you are so smart, you will definitely be able to write it.

Lin Chen immediately said: "Auntie, don't kill me, I'm eight years old, and I can't listen to flattery."

Zhang Qian and they laughed, this little Zhengtai.

With the climb to the Yellow Crane Tower, Cui Hao's poems are indeed on the Yellow Crane Tower.

This poem is Li Bai saying that there is a scene in front of him, and it can be said to be the representative work of the Yellow Crane Tower.

The rest of the tourists are also taking commemorative photos, in addition to this, there is also a staff member in charge of it, and there is a pen and paper in front of it.

I came over to ask, but everyone can also write poems here by borrowing the scenery lyrically, and if the writing is good enough, you can even frame it and hang it in the collection hall below the scenic spot.

Many tourists gathered around, but they also pointed and pointed, and some people asked, "Has anyone really written it and collected it?"

The staff member laughed: "So far, only three works have been collected, but they are all the works of the professor."

Some tourists next to him also nodded and said: "Yes, this poem was written by the ancients, and the artistic conception and words are not comparable to modern people.

Lin Lin looked down at Lin Chen: "Son, do you want to try?" Lin Chen

looked up at Cui Hao's poem, he was also the first time to come to the Yellow Crane Tower.

"Dad, be a low-key person, be low-key and understand it, I'm eight years old, Mu Xiu will be destroyed by the forest wind, this truth must be understood.

Forestry was a little speechless: "You are only eight years old, who can destroy you, go and go, compose poems."

Forestry carried Lin Chen, came to the front, and shouted directly: "Let one go, let one let go, my son can write a poem, let him have a poem."

When the tourists next to him saw Lin Chen, they couldn't help laughing: "Haha, this kid is weird and cute, how old is he, and he can write poems?"

The

staff also had a strange face: "Sir, I still have an idea for this and write it again, your son is probably still in elementary school, don't let him make trouble." "

Hey, why is my son making trouble, he is smart, writing a poem named Yellow Crane Tower, absolutely no problem."

After speaking, Lin Lin looked at Lin Chen again: "Son, Dad said so, just go on!" Lin

Chen's eyes widened: "Dad, is there such a pit for your son?"

The rest of the celebrity parents are also happy, Li Yun said: "Lin Chen, it's okay, write a poem and take a look, you can even complete the Yueyang Lou Ji before, write Chibi Fu, write such a poem, it should be very simple."

Cai Longjiao, Hou Yun and other children also nodded beside them: "Yes, brother, you are so powerful, don't be modest."

The surrounding tourists were stunned: "The Yueyang Lou Ji was completed by him? What are you kidding, can you write the artistic conception of the Yueyang Lou Ji, you tell me it's a child? I don't believe it if you kill me!" "

That's right, I have read the Yueyang Lou Ji many times, it can't be written by a child, and the words and sentences in it are definitely not written by a child, and the child can't even recognize the words, let alone write this kind of preface." The

tourists around them shook their heads in disbelief.

The staff also looked at Lin Chen, their eyes full of suspicion.

"Little friend, how old are you?"

"Eight years old.

"You can write poetry at the age of eight?no, do you know all the words?"

Lin Chen nodded: "Uncle, isn't it just a matter of having hands, don't you know?"

Seeing that these people looked down on him so much, Lin Chen simply asked directly.

Such a straightforward question choked the staff member at once, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and the tourists next to him were also extremely confused!

How could this be just a matter of hands

? A Yellow Crane Tower, just such a poem by Cui Hao, where have so many literati and artists successfully left poems here throughout the ages?

"You kid, you are really dishonest, even many teachers can't write poems.

"So many celebrities haven't left poems in the Yellow Crane Tower, what do you know as an eight-year-old child

?" Lin Chen's milk voice was milky: "Grandpa, I know better than you, people can't look good, I learned this sentence when I was six years old, didn't you learn it, grandpa? Didn't your teacher teach you?"

The tourists next to him were also laughing: this kid is a little interesting.

The audience in the live broadcast room was happy, and they suddenly found that Lin Chen seemed to be very talented in scaring people.

Lin Chen also said: "Then I'll write a poem, I can't embarrass my father, otherwise he will make trouble again when I go back, and I have to coax him for a long time to do it." The

corners of Linlin's mouth twitched, and Li Yun and Zhang Qian next to him couldn't help laughing, and the audience in the live broadcast room burst into laughter.

"An eight-year-old child, in order to fulfill the wish of his thirty-five-year-old father, had to write poems in person. "

These words are full of doting on my thirty-five-year-old father, hahahaha, laugh at me, who is the father

?" and Lin Chen stepped forward, looked up and said, "Dad, pick me up, what are you waiting for?"

Lin Lin hugged Lin Chen, and Lin Chen went to get a brush, dipped it in ink, and prepared to write!

Everyone leaned over, wanting to see what Lin Chen wrote.

Soon, Lin Chen wrote the first word.

"One

!" "Fist!"

Seeing Lin Chen's calligraphy, many people applauded.

"It's a good word, it's really powerful to have this word at a young age.

"That's a really good word, this kid should have worked hard. The

people around him were praising it, and Lin Chen continued to write.

"Fist!"

is another fist word

? "Fall!", "Yellow!", "Crane!",

"Lou!",

"One punch to knock down the Yellow Crane Tower???

"

The surrounding tourists read it again and again, all confused, this is also called poetry?

Then, they laughed.

"It's also called poetry?"

"It's worthy of an eight-year-old child, I just said, how can an eight-year-old child write poetry." "

Next sentence, did you kick over the Parrot Island?"

Lin Chen raised his head and said in a milky voice: "You are very smart, you can guess this." The corner of the

tourist's mouth twitched: "You don't have any gold content at all." "