Yan Ping read it to Wu Zhaodi in a frustrated manner, it was very good, Wu Zhaodi never thought that the Three Character Sutra could be so good, just like a romantic poet singing the Book of Poetry. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Brother Wu Zhaodi was obsessed, and in the eyes of Brother Wu Zhaodi at this time, Yan Ping was like a child performing on the stage, radiant. It didn't take long for me to finish reading, after all, there were only more than 1,000 words, and after reading it, he handed me the three-character scripture and went to read the book by himself. Wu Zhaodi took the book, he didn't know where to read, there were only two chairs in the room, and the master and apprentice each occupied one, and no one protected the flowers of her motherland. I looked left and right, and finally I saw a futon in the corner, put it on the ground, and sat down. It's all traditional characters, but I even know what I guessed, but I couldn't remember the strokes, Wu Zhaodi was fascinated by it, and his hands were still on the ground constantly drawing the strokes of these words. Mr. Huang didn't expect this child to be so serious, and he had a little more recognition in his heart.

After Wu Zhaodi roughly memorized the three-character scripture, Yan Ping was still reading, Mr. Huang was also reading a book, and Wu Zhaodi tiptoed to see what books they were reading. Yan Ping's book was spread out on the desk, so when he couldn't see it, Wu Zhaodi tilted his head and tried to peek through the gaps on both sides of the spine, and when she looked at it, she obviously felt that Yan Ping's hand turning the book paused, but he didn't pay attention to her. It's actually "The Mean", but I didn't expect Yan Ping to be only nine years old, and he had already seen "The Mean", what a scholar. The ancients paid great attention to the order of reading the four books, which was advocated by the great educator Zhu Xisuo of the Song Dynasty, that is, reading should be from shallow to deep, that is, in the order of "University", "Analects", "Mencius" and "The Mean". The Confucian classics of the Four Books and the Five Classics were well known to later generations, and many of the passages in the Analects appeared in middle school Chinese textbooks. But there are very few people who have read it carefully, and Wu Zhaodi has only read "University".

Wu Zhaodi walked to the vicinity of Mr. Huang again, but he didn't dare to look at Yan Ping's book, so close, he only dared to look at it from a distance, but fortunately, Mr. Huang's book was very big and thick, and the thick and strong binding line wrapped around this ancient tree, showing a sense of history, "Historical Records". Mr. Huang, as a contemporary Confucian, "Historical Records" must have been familiar to him for a long time, but why did he still read it, he was so engrossed, and even Wu Zhaodi's observation did not affect him in the slightest. She was about to take a closer look at the books in this study when she heard Yan Ping's immature voice, "How many words have you memorized in the three-character scripture that I showed you today?" “。

"A few words? How many should I remember? I definitely can't tell the truth, say I remember everything", Wu Zhaodi pondered in his heart. "Brother Yan, I remember almost half of it." Yan Ping smiled, "So powerful?" Then you can recite it for me", a posture that wants to see the martial arts recruit brother out of embarrassment. "Stinky boy, pretend to be mature in front of me every day, I can't hold it anymore, I have to be angry with you", after speaking, he began to memorize, "At the beginning of man, his nature is good。。。。。。。 “。 At first, Yan Ping was still leisurely, but after a while, he stood up straight, revealing an incredible expression, and even Mr. Huang put down the book in his hand and looked at her. "It's over, isn't it a little too much?" Thinking of this, Brother Wu Zhao quickly stopped, just less than half of the position, and showed that he couldn't think of anything.

"You've never memorized the Three Character Sutra?" Yan Ping saw that I had stopped, so he asked impatiently.

"No, what's wrong?" Yan Ping looked at Brother Wu Zhao's beautiful almond eyes, there was innocence, innocence, cunning, and doubts, but there was no hypocrisy, she shouldn't be lying, could she really be a genius? The first time he memorized the three-character scripture was when he was three years old, and he only memorized five or six crosses, and he made a few mistakes, even so he was considered by the teacher to be a genius, and his family was very proud. But Brother Wu Zhao is only six years old, although he is three years older than when he first learned, he can actually memorize half of it. Brother Wu Zhaodi became more mysterious in his eyes.

"It's nothing, it's good, I'm not as good as you, I'm going to write an article, you come and polish the ink for me." After speaking, he also called Steward Zhang and asked him to find a small low stool. The small stool he brought was handed to Brother Wu Zhao. Brother Wu Zhaodi stood on it and barely managed to reach the round inkstone on the table. Yan Ping took out a smooth and abnormal ink block that had been ground from the small box, and the smell was actually a little good, and the ink that Wu Zhaodi had smelled in his previous life had a stench. Yan Ping began to patiently demonstrate and explain. Grinding the ink should be light and slow, to keep the ink straight, to make a vertical circle on the inkstone, not to grind obliquely or push straight. Grinding ink with water, rather less than more, grinding thick, add water and grind again. To grind the ink with water, do not use tea or hot water. The ink should be moderately polished, not too thick or too light. After grinding, be sure to put the ink block into the box to avoid dry cracking. The grinding time is relatively long, in order to avoid the soreness of the right hand, it is best to practice the left hand grinding. After saying this, he continued to grind with a focused expression. After a long, long time, Wu Zhaodi's legs trembled a little, and he stopped. "You also come to try, today is your first time grinding, I'm afraid that your strength is not enough, I will grind more, and this matter will be handed over to you in the future, grinding ink must not be perfunctory, ink grinding is good, not only the writing will be good, but also a kind of respect for learning, no matter when, pick up the pen and write, you must have 10,000 sincerity, so that you can do learning."

The first time Wu Zhaodi heard such a statement, he was very touched, this little old man is really knowledgeable. "Teachable, primary school".

"Elementary school? You know a lot, but I'm not a primary schoolboy, I've grown up, maybe you'll be one." Looking at Yan Ping's serious appearance, Brother Wu Zhao grinned, obviously he was still a child, but he was more like an adult than an adult.

"Okay, I won't mess with you, I'm going to write an article quickly, otherwise the ink is going to dry, you can rest first, if my ink is going to dry after a while, or it's too thick, you can come over again." Yan Ping spread out the paper and wrote, with a beautiful hand. Brother Wu Zhao wanted to look at it for a while, but his legs couldn't hold on, so he had to sit on a small stool, which was much stronger than a futon. Xiao Zhaodi picked up the three-character scripture again and reviewed it again, although she could recite the whole text, there were still many complicated words that she had not memorized. What she didn't know was that her performance today had made Mr. Huang have a great change in her opinion.