Chapter 27 slack day

Return to Beijing from Nanjing today.But as soon as I came back, the affairs were complicated, the phone calls and letters blared, adults and children made noises together, and after eating the salted duck, I said a word, but I just didn't sleep.In addition, I haven't read much in the past few days, so I read 5 hours in a row from dusk today as a make-up class.Therefore, I will not write a running account tonight. I will copy a short poem as follows, and then go to read the messages in the past few days. Xiba Ziba is ready to welcome Women's Day.Say hello to all non-male beings! The little poem was made up of nonsense when I flew over Nanjing the night before and saw the vast terrain.Let's call it "Flying to Jinling and Overlooking the Night":

A city is dimly lit, The tiger grows old and the dragon declines, and the temples are gray. Thinking of the eight hundred colors of the Qinhuai River, Where is the sound of Shengge? Just right, even if it is a scene for the festival.Hail!