In the afternoon, Yan Xiaoqiao took the initiative to go to the kitchen backyard again, and it went on for three days. Dong Ling would come over to sleep at night, the two children lay side by side, and Yan Xiaoqiao read poems to them by the bedside.

Sometimes it is "the moon is dark and you see the fishing lantern, and the lonely light is a little firefly." The breeze is full of stars. ”

Sometimes it is "rain at home in the Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond." There is an appointment not to come for the night and a half, and the chess pieces are idle and the lights are dropped. ”

Every time I didn't finish reading the moon tide

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