The moon is full and the wind is warm. The weather www.biquge.info getting better and better, not to mention that in the south of the Yangtze River, a town with four seasons like spring, the table lamp in the treasure room is still on, and you can hear the recitation voice from the room from time to time when you pass by the door, "The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke." The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind. ”

"Fly paper kites~ I can go out to fly kites in a while~"

Xibao happily turned a page of white flowers and a very thick collection of ancient poems, which was uniformly distributed by the school, all for the entrance examination in June.

"Qiqiao, Tang, Lin Jie. Tanabata tonight to see the blue night, morning glory and weaver girl crossing the river bridge......"

Xibao devoted himself to the ancient poetry collection in front of him, repeated it three times, and then read it several times in combination with the notes below, and then closed his eyes and tried to recite it, but he still forgot a few words.

"Tanabata tonight to see the blue night, morning glory and weaver girl crossing the river bridge. Every family begs to look at the autumn moon, every family begs to look at the autumn moon, and every family ......"

"Wear tens of thousands of red silks. ”

Gu's mother, who came in later, reminded loudly.

"Mom, how do you know?"

"I've just heard you read it several times, and I know it. ”

"Oh... ”

Xibao said in a low voice, "Am I particularly stupid... ”

Gu's mother touched Xibao's head dotingly, and smiled, "How come, if we are all stupid, how did we get the fifth place in the class?"

Just last Friday, the class organized a parent symposium to make a detailed summary of the preliminary examination some time ago and the entrance examination in the next two months.

Because of the continuous progress of Xibao, the teacher deliberately left the parents of Xibao's mother and several classmates who made the same progress as Xibao after the meeting and praised them.

"Then you'll be ... I still forget all the time, either the second or the last sentence ... ”

"Because my mother understands this poem,"

Gu Xibao looked at her mother in surprise, she didn't seem to read out the meaning, and there was no full text annotation on it.

"We also learned this poem when we were children, and I remembered it when you read it like that. Baby, you can only recite it faster if you understand the meaning of the ancient poem, like this "Qiqiao", do you know what "Qiqiao" means?"

"Begging for ingenuity. ”

"By the way, do you know where it came from?"

Gu Xibao shook his head.

"Qiqiao is a traditional festival in ancient times, also known as Qixi Festival. Every year on the night of the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the girls look at the vast blue sky in the courtyard and beg for wisdom from Vega, and they hear that if they thread the red thread through the needle in the moonlight, they can get happiness. ”

"Mom, did you cross the red line?"

"I don't, but in your grandmother's generation, this tradition is still preserved. ”

"Oh. ”

Xibao nodded thoughtfully, red line, the pursuit of happiness.

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"Mom, can you weave me a bracelet out of red string?"

"Why?"

"Because ... Don't tell you!"

"Don't you really tell me?"

"Don't tell!"

Xibao said firmly.

"Okay... Then let's talk about it when you want to tell your mother. ”

"Well, then I'll continue to recite poems!"

Gu's mother nodded, intimately raised the table lamp a little higher and closed the door and went out.

Seeing that there was no movement behind him, Xibao left the chair and ran to the window.

The curtains were opened, and the moon hung high above the sky, and it was as dark as ever outside.

Xibao sincerely folded his hands and closed his eyes, and said silently in his heart: "I hope that my parents, grandparents, grandparents, grandparents, and I will be happy forever as a family!"