At the celebration banquet, everyone was discussing the owner of the ancient tomb. Suddenly, an old man entered the private room, took out a fruit knife and rushed towards the people sitting on the seat. After a burst of exclamation, the old man was subdued, and Wen Jin also fell in a pool of blood. However, his soul traveled through time and space and came to a dynasty that did not exist in Chinese history, the Feng Dynasty.
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Wen Jin saw the plum blossoms in the corner, "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance."
Seeing the romance of the Chinese Valentine's Day, "Slender clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver and gold are far away in darkness. When the golden wind and jade dew meet,..."
Seeing the excitement of New Year's Eve, "Amidst the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old charms..."
Seeing the grand scene of the Lantern Festival, "The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain. BMWs and carved cars fill the road with fragrance..."
Seeing the misery of the people walking together in the rain, "The bamboo stick and mango shoes are easier than the horse, who is afraid? You can spend your whole life in the misty rain."
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So far, Wen Jin has taken the path of plagiarism, and Li Bai, Su Shi, Du Fu, Du Mu, Bai Juyi, Wang Anshi, Qin Guan, etc., And even Li Qingzhao have not been able to escape Wen Jin's wool.
Wen Jin, Wen Wen, you are an archeology professor after all, and your literary skills are not bad either. This wool combing makes me lose face.
Wen Jin: "Why don't you use the existing one? It's not the same generation. Did the earth say something else? Why should I write it myself? Besides, it was me who masturbated. It's obviously you who can't do anything."
"This~ this... Stop talking nonsense, it's time for you to time travel."
Intention: one hard work, one harvest