 Xiang Yun picked up a copper fire and knocked on the stove. Bao Yu, hurry up and make a poem. If you can't make it, we'll have to punish you. Xiang Yun picked it up and said, Here it is. Okay, I have it. Bao Yu wrote a poem. Dai Yu immediately wrote it down. Everyone is going to comment. Jia Mu sat on a bamboo sedan chair,