Yesterday I climbed high, and today I am even more up. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Chrysanthemum is too bitter to suffer from these two double yangs?

After the Chung Yeung Festival, Li Taibai's poem "September 10th" may be very suitable for tasting on the second day of the Chung Yeung Festival.

This day is also the time to re-attend classes.

The nine-day break was a rare holiday for the students.

The 10th day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar is already the 10th day of October in the Western calendar.

Early in the morning.

"Winter Snow Kiss, come and kiss!"

The energetic Miss Xia Huo left the house and rushed towards the winter snow.

And then unsurprisingly it was cleaned up.

"Good morning!"

Chunyu and Qiuyue also came out of the house and greeted each other with smiles.

Then the four girls rushed to the school again.

The white dew and cold dew have passed, and it won't be long before the frost falls.

The temperature began to drop, and the fog in the morning became more and lasted longer.

The sun's rays aren't so scorching either.

"It occurred to me. ”

Xia Huo ate snacks as he walked, and spoke by the way.

"The previous 'ask the world a few remnants of the chrysanthemum to see how the general offensive means are', I think it may be more appropriate to change it to 'ask the world a few remnants of the chrysanthemum to see how the crooked man means'. ”

“……”

Spring rain and winter snow are speechless.

And Qiu Yue, as always, didn't understand, after all, she didn't know anything about the chrysanthemums.

"So ......"

Xia Huo seemed to want to say something, but Dong Xue quickly waved her hand to interrupt her.

"The stalk of the Double Ninth Festival has passed, Miss Xia Huo. ”

“……”

Okay, if you don't say it, you won't say it, anyway, there is more to say, Xia Huo doesn't care about this little thing.

Soon, a few girls arrived at school for a morning club activity.

Department of Intelligence Analysis.

Although they don't seem to have analyzed any information.

The seasons are as fast as ever, and I sat there early.

After saying hello, several girls also sat down in their places.

And Xia Huo is still eating snacks.

Suddenly, Miss Xiaohuo seemed to notice something, stood up directly, and walked to the window.

Outside, the leaves have begun to turn yellow and fall one by one.

In this regard, Miss Xia Huo couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"It's really 'helpless flowers to fall'!"

A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set?

Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Saying that, but Xia Huo always felt weird.

"Maybe it's more in line with the current scene to know autumn with a falling leaf?"

After saying that, he shook his head again.

"It's really unforgiving!"

"Miss Xia Huo, you are only seventeen years old this year. ”

Dongxue still couldn't help but speak.

The years are not forgiving, so let's wait until I am old in the future.

But when it comes to getting old......

"If you don't work hard, the boss will be sad, Miss Xia Huo, you still have time to study more, don't waste time there. ”

Dongxue said that she said such things for the sake of summer fire.

But Xia Huo didn't appreciate it, and ran back to Dongxue with a "whoosh", hugged her, and rubbed on her face.

"Don't say that, Dongxue, you must know that we will never get old!"

"Won't get old...... Do you think you're a youkai?"

"People are fairies. ”

“……”

"Bang!"

……

Naturally, the beating was not because Xia Huo said that she was a fairy, but because she took advantage of such an opportunity.

This made Dongxue very helpless, but there was nothing she could do.

At this time, Qiu Yue suddenly thought of something and raised her hand directly to ask.

"Sister Xiaohuo, Dongxue, I have a question. ”

"Huh?"

"I've always heard you say something ancient, and it's almost non-repetitive...... Speaking of which, how many ancient poems have been handed down in our country?"

“……”

The question of how many ancient poems have been handed down in our country is difficult to answer by Xia Huo and Dong Xue.

"What do you mean by that...... Over the past 5,000 years, all kinds of poems have been circulated, and it is estimated that there are far more than one million poems, and I don't know the specifics, after all, many of them have been lost, and there are still hundreds of thousands of poems that are still circulating, anyway, no one has counted them. ”

Xia Huo shook his head, indicating that such a question was not known.

And Dongxue nodded in agreement, although she likes this knowledge very much, but she really doesn't know how many ancient poems have been handed down.

Famous poets, not famous poets, and the poems they have created are unknown.

There are a lot of statistics that have been handed down, and even if you want to count them, you can't do it in a while.

And to be honest, it doesn't seem to make much sense to count such data.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it and go to class. ”

Xia Huo opened his mouth to remind.

Before you know it, it's time for class again.

So the four girls walked towards their classrooms one after another.

Summer fire and spring rain are together, and they are also at the same table.

As soon as he sat down in the classroom, Xia Huo began to snack again.

And Chunyu is lying directly on the desk, ready to sleep.

Sleeping lazy is justice.

But I couldn't fall asleep after all.

As the class bell rang, Teacher Wick reappeared on the podium again.

"Hello students. ”

"Hello teacher. ”

After the usual greeting, the students sat down again.

And the wick teacher, with a smile that seemed to be quite happy, stood on it and spoke.

"Did you finish your homework during the holidays? ”

"Wick Sensei!"

Xia Huo raised his hand directly.

"I'm just just thinking about playing, and I haven't written my homework at all, how can I break it?"

“……”

So Mr. Wick's originally happy mood was destroyed, and his smile froze there.

The students were speechless.

And the wick teacher, still not angry, said directly.

"Then make up a copy and hand it in as soon as possible. ”

"I suddenly remembered that I actually wrote it, so I don't need to make it up. ”

“……”

actually played with the teacher in the middle, and the personality was really bad.

Teacher Wick was about to burst into tears.

And Chunyu hurriedly stood up.

"Don't worry, teacher, I'll help you teach Xiaohuo a lesson right away. ”

"Oh, no! ”

"It's too late, Xiaohuo, let's be honest and let me beat me up. ”

"Don't ......"

“……”

On the podium, Mr. Wick was really in tears this time.

"Give me a serious lesson!"

(To be continued)