Zhuge Mengli continued to chant.

Snow is not snow, flowers are not flowers,

Snow is like flowers, flowers are like snow.

I took a look at Ding Zhan, and this time I did not stop, and sang the next verse of Ding Zhan without changing.

Snow-appreciating the snow,

Flowers that enjoy flowers,

Snowman making,

Snowball snowball.

"ah!"

"This...this..."

Everyone full of expectations was stunned. Is this still a poem? However, after savoring it, I felt it was very suitable. I couldn't help but shake my head and smiled bitterly: "This is the next verse..."

"Snowball Snowball."

Yu Mengyao murmured and laughed bitterly: "Sister Zhuge, this poetic change is too surprising. Indeed, only bad poets can chant it."

What?

Ding Zhan was even more speechless: Yu Mengyao also thought we were bad poets.
Chapter completed!