Zhang Lu was dumbfounded, "Let life be beautiful like summer flowers?"
"Death like... autumn leaves?" The young editor recited it in a daze.
"The words are written so nicely! This poem is even better!" An old editor gave his kudos.
"Teacher Zhang Ye is indeed talented! I believe it today!" the only woman there said.
Zhang Ye put down the brush and smiled at the female editor, "Could it be that you didn't believe it in the past?"
The woman's face turned red and she quickly waved her hands, "No, no such thing. I never saw it with my own eyes in the past, so I did not feel as strongly. Hai, I chose my words wrongly. Tonight, Editor-in-Chief Zhang will treat you to dinner. I will punish myself with a cup of alcohol as to atone for my sins."
Zhang Ye immediately said, "It's fine. I'm not that particular. Hur hur, I was just joking."
