"From home to ethnology, it takes a hundred steps, Xiao Ming is more naughty, he likes to jump on the ground with one foot, today he jumped a total of forty times, if no matter whether he walks and jumps are the same size steps, then how many steps did Xiao Ming walk today?"

Just discount one leg, and you'll be able to jump on one foot in the future!

No, both legs are discounted! After that, you can sit on the ground and let people drag you along!

"Xiao Ming has a habit of drinking water, that is, when he is halfway through drinking, he has to fill the water cup before continuing to drink, today Xiao Ming added a total of eighteen times of water, until the end of the drink did not add more, so how many glasses of water did he drink today?"

Why didn't I kill you?

Why didn't I kill you?

This question is simple, but simplicity does not reduce Chang Yansong's anger.

Xiao Ming was too naughty to settle down, and was ordered by his father to squat in the corner. ”

Good!

Chang Yansong praised in his heart, and felt a deep respect for the unknown father.

"I thought it was too boring to squat in the corner, so Xiao Ming took the millet and counted it. ”

"On the first day he counted one grain, the next day he counted two, on three days he counted four, on the fourth day he counted eight, and on the fifth day he counted sixteen grains......"

"If you keep counting a month like this, how many grains of grain did Xiao Ming count on the last day of the month?

It's pretty simple.

The sixth day is thirty-two, the seventh day is sixty-four, and the eighth day is one hundred and twenty-eight......

Counting silently in his heart, and counting and counting, Chang Yansong opened his mouth wide.

This......

How can this be?

Chang Yansong raised his head a little sluggishly.

The direction in which he sits is the same direction in which the sun sets.

By this time, it was getting late, and the sun was no longer visible, but the western sky was a glow red, the most brilliant red of the day.

This is a very short period of time, and soon, the whole sky will be darkened.

Chang Yansong looked at the splendor of the west a little stunned, and for a while, he was in a trance, and he felt as if he was not in the world.

Really, this question is very real.

But so real that it makes him feel fake!

"Xiao Ming likes to eat fruits......"

"Xiao Ming......"

The "number" in the second part is still ten questions.

And it is also said in the script, a total of 100 questions, and the script also only extracts the first 10 questions.

Chang Yansong was no longer able to be angry.

Even though that damn Xiao Ming had been beaten to death a hundred times in his heart.

But at this time, he was like a melon seedling that had been beaten by frost, each leaf was drooping down, and he searched all over the melon seedling, and he could not find a single leaf with his head still held high. ——This is Chang Yansong's heart now.

The sky was getting darker and darker, but I could barely read the words.

Chang Yansong has long had no intention of comparing his own ethnology with the ethnology of the Ye family in this book, there are two existences at all!

He has long been unable to compare himself with those little broken children of the Ye family, they are also two existences, and there is no comparison at all!

It's a painful realization.

But after reading the "text" of the first part and the "number" of the second part, he was completely numb.

I haven't finished reading the assessment yet, and there is a third part.

Chang Yansong had been hit to the point that he was about to die, but he was still reluctant to hold the notebook in his hand, held back his strength, and continued to look down.

The third part is the selection and writing of Taoist poems.

Question 1.

One

A lily and a flat boat, a zhang of fishing wire and an inch of hook.

A song and a bowl of wine, one person occupies a sandbank.

Second

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces.

Ten pieces, hundreds of thousands of pieces, flying into the reeds, are gone.

Choose one of the two songs you like and write one that is similar to it based on your own life.

Chang Yansong, whose heart was like ashes, saw this, but his eyes suddenly lit up.

The gray heart began to beat briskly.

Of the two, he loves the first one!

This is similar to the way he used to stay alone in this pavilion, looking at the front and back of the Star Tower, far and near, high and low!

Putting down the script, Chang Yansong stood up and strolled around the pavilion.

The sky is completely dark, and there is also silence in the star-gathering building, and some buildings are still lit with lamps inside and outside, looking at it from afar, like the stars in the sky.

One person has a piece of the sky.

Chang Yansong instinctively jumped up with such a sentence in his mind, but he turned it around for a long time, and he didn't make up the other three sentences.

Chang Yansong was not depressed, but only novel and excited.

Originally...... Is this a Taoist poem?

Chang Yansong often spends the night in the Juxing Tower, where he also has his own small room.

He can't bear to release the volume, and he can't release the volume, he must finish reading this book tonight, no matter how late he sees it. It's just that he just watched this little part, and he was already worried about what to do after reading it.

With extreme novelty and excitement, Chang Yansong brought the lamp, returned to the small pavilion, and continued to read.

Because he was worried that it would not take long to finish the study, at this time, Chang Yansong watched more slowly, and in a little reluctance, he looked at it almost word by word. Not only that, but these "Taoist poems", he turned them over and looked at them upside down.

Ten questions.

A total of 20 poems.

After reading them one by one, Chang Yansong's heart throbbed.

These Taoist poems are different, not only the words are different, but the meaning expressed by the words is also different.

Chang Yansong couldn't say much, but when he read these Taoist poems, some of them reminded him of his grandfather, and he felt that his grandfather would definitely like this one, and some of them reminded him of several ancestors and his father.

Reading these poems, he couldn't help but think of those different elders.

And when these twenty poems were read, Chang Yansong had an indescribable feeling, indescribable, but very strong, so strong that he, a person who was only allowed to drink a small bowl of wine during the family sacrifice, wanted to pick up the big bowl, raise his head, and gurgle a big drink.

And then slam the bowl on the table!

Otherwise, it's not enough to vent the excitement in my heart!

Grandfathers, grandparents, fathers, fathers, they used to be relatively tall and mysterious in his eyes, not to mention those grandfathers.

But at this time, after reading the twenty "Taoist poems", Chang Yansong inexplicably felt that he didn't know whether he had grown up or become taller, or whether the people he usually looked up to had something like fog on his body removed.

Chang Yansong suddenly felt that there was some mystery, no longer mysterious, some distances, suddenly closer, some incomprehensible, and seemed to be able to understand.

This is the book.

This is a ......

"Huh......" Chang Yansong briefly took his eyes off the script and let out a long breath.

It's as if to spit out the excitement and inexplicable throbbing in my heart.

But at the same time, his heart seemed to be at peace.

It's a strange feeling.

It's like it's raining around, it's raining heavily, it's noisy, and he's sitting in the pavilion, or in the room.

I didn't look at the script immediately after.

Chang Yansong sat idly, holding a notebook in his hand, and his back was still slightly leaning on the pavilion pillar.

This is a very non-standard sitting position.

But at this moment, Chang Yansong inexplicably felt that this was a "positive" gesture, and even in the past 20 years, he had never been so "positive".

Because the whole body, from head to toe, from the inside to the outside, is so relaxed and comfortable.

There is no incongruity.

He sat like this, his breathing slowing involuntarily.

Long exhale, long inhale, slight exhale, slight inhalation, just like that, the condensing technique naturally began to work with his breathing.

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