The old man produced this kind of artistic conception every time he read it. It was really beyond the imagination of ordinary people! Thinking about it, it was worthwhile for him to pay the 80,yuan!
The next poem was written on the Maple Bridge at night. This was learned by Zhenwei Country, but after being read by the elder, it once again transcended the reality. A wave of great force guided him into it.
This feeling was really special. The slightly cold autumn, dark red maple leaves, and himself became a disconsolate fisherman. The sound of the bells ringing could be heard in the temple.
This feeling was so real! So awesome! Why did it feel completely different from the Maple Bridge he had been chanting before?
The old man read it again,
The moon was shining in the sky, and the wind
