Lin Su gently patted his shoulder: "Second Brother, don't worry, there are plenty of fish in the sea."
"There are plenty of fish in the sea..." Lin Jialiang's eyes lit up: "Third Brother, isn't that a line of poetry? It's so beautiful! Did you finish the whole poem?"
Lin Su casually recited: "The flowers have faded, the red petals are gone, the green apricots are small, the swallows fly, green waters surround the houses, the willow catkins on the branches are blown away, there are plenty of fish in the sea!"
Lin Jialiang silently recited... His eyes shone brightly…
“Third brother’s poetic talent is truly unmatched! This poem, though not strictly adhering to the rules of classical poetry, is fresh and clear, endlessly charming, seemingly opening a new window into the world of poetry… Th
