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After she finished writing, she opened her eyes wide, her beard was trembling, and she looked even more excited than after the chess piece.

Trembling, he picked up Zhao Lingyi's poem and recited it in one go. He felt as if the peach blossoms in the yard were dancing along with the poem.

"Good poem, good poem, what a good poem."

When Zhao Lingyi heard these praises