Li Ping didn't care about this at all, and said, "Then I can say it!"

I nodded and motioned for the start.

I could only hear a crisp voice coming from my ear:

When is the bright moon in the water tune song head?

Song · Su shi

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable.

Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world.

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

A poem that was recited for about three minutes.

But in just three minutes, I felt that I had experienced a refreshing process.

Although it was between classes, Li Ping still maintained a low voice, but the sense of rhythm, rhythm and expression in the chanting process was so appropriate, and her voice was as memorable as the song of a warbler, as if she had enjoyed a recitation program with rich stage experience.

In addition, her dedication to the recitation process and her heartfelt love for poetry are something that neither Wang Feng nor I have.

We chant poetry for the sake of poetry, but Li Ping recites poetry for the love of poetry......

Even, the contagiousness that erupted in the chanting involuntarily brought me into her emotional world.

Especially at the end, when I chanted "I wish people a long time, a thousand miles together", I could hear a sense of yearning for beautiful things from her expression and language, which was a kind of expectation and desire from the bottom of my heart.

If Wang Feng's poetry recitation is a thrilling visual feast, then Li Ping's poetry recitation is a stunning stage performance!

I stared at her blankly until she finished chanting.

Seeing me staring at her intently, she suddenly blushed at the root of her ears, "Hey, hey, what are you looking at?"

"Oh!" she woke me from my stupor, and I hastened to hide my panic, saying, "The words you recite are so wonderful that I lose track of time!"

"Come less!" said this, but the curvature of her mouth and the joy that overflowed her betrayed her, intentionally or unintentionally.

Everyone likes to be complimented, and girls have more vanity, and of course even more so.

calmed down and said: "The second song is "Mochizuki Nostalgia", Tang, Zhang Jiuling. ”

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night.

The candles are extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed.

It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep.

"Another good poem. I couldn't help but admire.

"It's up to you!" After speaking, Li Ping immediately urged me.

"Ear Rush has indeed made poems related to the Mid-Autumn Festival, let me read them to you!" After speaking, I continued to pretend to learn from Li Ping to recite poems, and recited it with my eyes closed and shaking my head:

Mid-Autumn Festival Night Thoughts

Contemporary Ear Urgency

Drinking the moon in the air, the breeze blows in autumn.

Thousands of families are reunited, and the province has thousands of family memories.

Who says Chunhui's motherly heart, who reads the love of the father?

Pour three wines with you, and be willing to be the immortal pine of Cangshan.

The chanting ends.

Li Ping carefully recalls every line of poetry, and can recite it silently after smelling it once, which shows his love for poetry, and some of the meaning of "seeing the joy of hunting".

"His poems are really good, I like his style very much, he has feelings, thoughts, and I can read from the poems that he is a person with high literary literacy. ”

After Li Ping finished speaking, she began her memories:

"My dad also likes poetry, and when I was very young, my dad taught me a lot of Tang and Song poems. Although I can't say that I am proficient in everything, I am not far behind. ”

"Dad also likes to write poetry, and prefers to empathize with poetry and use words to support meaning. Even to the point of obsession with poetry, whenever I encounter something happy or unhappy, I will always find an opportunity to pin my mental journey on my own exclusive 'poetry' book. ”

"Compared with Tang and Song poems, I prefer the poems written by my father, although I didn't understand it very well when I was a child, but as long as I was with my father, it was when I was the happiest. ”

"However, when I was 9 years old, my father suddenly left me and left home. ”

As he spoke, two lines of crystal clear tears involuntarily overflowed from Li Ping's eyes.

"I don't know where he went, I don't know why he left......"

"I asked my mother, where did my father go, why did he leave us? My mother said with tears in her eyes that my father had something very important and would leave us for a while, and when I grew up, my father would come back. ”

"Since then, I have been looking forward to growing up, hoping that my father will come home soon, come back to see me soon, and even dream of my father every day when I sleep, dream that he will teach me poetry and play with me. The warmth when you are held by your father, the safety in your father's arms, and all the time you spend with your father can only emerge in your dreams...... But no one told me what the signs of growing up were! No one told me what it means to grow up!"

"In the dream, my father left, no matter how hard I ran, but no matter how hard I ran, I couldn't catch up, I could only watch my father get farther and farther away from me, I cried loudly, sat on the ground in despair and yelled: 'Daddy, daddy, don't go, don't go!' I miss you ......'"

After waking up, I realized that everything was a dream, and only in the dream could I see my father's blurred face. ”

"I cried alone in the quilt for countless nights, and when my mother found me, my mother hugged me and cried with me. ”

"A lot of times I've been calling in my heart, Dad, come back, if you don't come back, I can't remember your face clearly......"

Speaking of this, Li Ping couldn't cry anymore.

"About a year later, when I was ten years old, my mother came back with a letter, saying that my father gave it to me, and I couldn't wait to open it to see if my father had forgotten me!"

Li Ping carefully took out a slightly yellowed envelope from the mezzanine of her schoolbag and handed it to me.

I opened it carefully and saw that the letter read:

"Pinkie:

I'm sorry for taking so long to write to you, I didn't complain about my father, right?

Dad went to work in a far away place, and the job requirements here are very strict, and he is not allowed to go out, and he can't tell people the address, and he can't make phone calls, so it takes so long to write to you.

Dad knows that the sudden departure a year ago has caused you and Mom a lot of trouble, but looking back, my Ping'er has grown into a big girl, and she can help Mom and Dad share some trivial things in life, right?

It's been more than a year in the blink of an eye, is my Ping'er already in the fifth grade? Surely she has grown taller! I wonder if Ping'er is now taller than her father? Are she busy with studying, are you tired? Do you have a lot of homework? However, I always believe that my little padded jacket is the best!"

"I don't know if you remember? Dad likes poetry and songs the most in his life, and Dad taught you a lot when you were young! Moreover, Dad also likes to compose poems, and now, Dad will make a poem for you whenever he thinks of you, and when Dad has the opportunity to meet you, he will definitely give you a book of poems, this poetry collection is written by Dad for you and Mom, I believe you will like it!

That's it! There's an uncle calling Daddy!

Dad can't receive a letter here, so whenever you think about your father, you memorize a poem, and wait for Dad to come back, but you have to see how many ancient poems you have memorized, and how much you miss Daddy!

Ping'er, Daddy will always love you......"

The payment is the daddy who loves you.

There was a drop of water stain on the letter. But judging from Li Ping's love for the letterhead, it is definitely not her dripping, and, I believe, it will not be her mother.

Read.

I followed Li Ping's example, and also carefully folded the letter according to the original pattern, put it back in the envelope, and returned it to her.

Li Ping took the letter and put it back in the middle of her school bag, and continued to think of her voice in her ears.

"Although I don't know exactly where the place mentioned in my father's letter is, since then, I have set myself a task that must be completed, that is, to recite a poem every day, never stop, just so that I never stop thinking about my father!"

"When he comes back, see if the poems I recite are still the ones he gave me!" Li Ping said with hope.

I didn't say a word during the whole process, of course, we are the same age, and I am also a "half-grown child"! Naturally, it is the first time I have come into contact with such a thing "in my life", and I don't know how to persuade her, except for being substituted into the world in her heart to "empathize", I can only silently accompany her and listen to her quietly.

"You know this time, right?" Li Ping wiped away her tears and asked, "I remember that you asked me again last semester!"

Seeing that Li Ping seemed to have recovered a little, I nodded silently and replied, "This is the real reason why you are unwilling to fight with Wang Feng for 'operation immunity'?"

"That's right, because the poems in my head can only be kept for my dad to memorize! Moreover, in my impression, there are at least 50 Tang and Song poems with the word 'grass', or even more!" Speaking of this, Li Ping was a little proud.

"50 songs!" I couldn't help but give a thumbs up and nodded admiringly: "You're still amazing!"

"Of course, I'm definitely worthy of my reputation as a representative of the Chinese class!" Li Ping said proudly.

"Then you like the poetry of the ear is also the reason why your father is there?" I continued.

"Hmm...... I could feel from his poetry that he was also a man with a story...... "It seemed that my question had touched one of her thoughts again, but, suddenly, with some anger, she said, "You are the only one who hears me reciting poetry with emotion!"

Li Ping pouted and snorted a little angrily, and said, "I hate you!"

"Ahh

"Dunzi, be my brother, okay?"