"By the way, Xiaoxin, Erin asked you to come over to accompany her to review, did you just ask you to supervise and not let her sleep?"

Ling Xin took a lunch break for almost a while, and was shaking her sore arms at this time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This beating is indeed a physical work, and Ling Xin's "slashing" with all her strength is already equivalent to the training of those kendo clubs.

Maybe Zhong Li felt that Erin couldn't count how many beatings she had been beaten now, and she couldn't stand it anymore, so she asked.

"I'd love to know about that as well." Erin, who was covering her head, said in a sullen voice, even if it is Ling Xin's not too big strength, but it is the same position for an afternoon, it will hurt to change anyone!

"Uh...... What ...... this" Ling Xin rubbed her sore arm with one hand and smiled.

""Ancient Chinese Literature" is indeed based on endorsement, at most I can only explain the meaning of the translation, and say what thoughts and feelings the author expresses." Ling Xin explained.

"However, it's not completely without a method, you must know that there is a way to endorse." Maybe it's because she was tired, cool, and enjoyable, and Ling Xin began to teach seriously? Now I say that there is a skill......

"So, Erin, is there anything you don't understand?" Perhaps feeling weak and feeling that she had almost had enough, Ling Xin sat down on the seat next to Erin and moved the stool a little closer.

"Just now I saw that you have been reciting books, and I haven't seen you turn the pages for a long time, which text can't be memorized? It shouldn't be, I remember I flipped through the "Ancient Chinese Literature" in our first year of junior high school, and the more awkward classical Chinese were relatively short, such as "Zigong asked: 'Who has a word that can be practiced for life?'" The son said, "Forgiveness! Do unto others as you would have them do to you. ’”。 They are all relatively short classical Chinese, and those long classical Chinese texts are estimated to be only published in high school textbooks. Although the rest of the stories are longer than classical Chinese, they all rhyme and are easy to memorize......" Ling Xin wondered.

"Who said there is no long! Look at this one! "Erin fingers textbook,

Ling Xin's little head leaned up, followed Erin's fingers, and the text on the spread out textbook was actually Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head".

"Well, this one, it's very simple."

"Simple?! That song "Silent Night Thoughts" is called simple! There are more than 100 words in this "Water Tune Song Head", which is several times that of "Silent Night Thoughts"! ”

"That's right...... Although it is a little longer, it is easy to remember, I think most of the poems of the Tang and Song dynasties are very rhyming, which is much easier to remember than those who are stiff in classical Chinese. ”

"Well~ you still don't understand this, right...... I really can't help other texts, only rote memorization, but this "Water Tune Song Head" just has a trick. ”

Ling Xin jumped out of the chair as she spoke, and the other three people in the room all looked at Ling Xin with strange expressions as she took a guitar from the instrument stand on the other side of the activity room.

Although no one is using the instruments in the activity room, it is strange that there is not a trace of dust in each one, and there is not even the musty smell that will occur after a long time.

Once, Ling Xin left her schoolbag in the activity room, and when she rushed back to school to get it in the afternoon, she found that there was such a scene.

Since it was summer, although it was already past six o'clock and nearly seven o'clock, the sun still hadn't set, and the orange-red sunset shone in through the windows of the activity room, gilding the things in the room with a very beautiful glow.

It was almost seven o'clock, everyone went home, but Ling Xin saw Zhong Li alone in the activity room through the window, Zhong Li kneeling on the ground facing the direction of the window, holding a bass taken off the shelf in his arms, and the instrument box was placed on the ground on the side, the orange-red light of the sunset shone on Zhong Li's squinted eyes, and the corners of his mouth with a smile were plated with a layer of orange-red brilliance. Zhong Li hugged the bass, as if he had been holding a friend for many years, as if he remembered something, the smile on the corner of his mouth never disappeared, and he lowered his head and gently wiped the instrument in his arms seriously......

So at this time, Ling Xin opened this guitar box, and the guitar inside really did not have a trace of musty smell, Ling Xin held it in her arms and tuned the strings casually,

Well, the maintenance of the guitar is also very good, and it seems that Zhongli is not just simply cleaning the dust on it.

After simply tuning the strings, Ling Xin directly knelt on the ground and played with the guitar.

"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 that Qionglou Yuyu will be cold in the heights. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem 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. Ling Xin's soft voice and the sound of a folk guitar echoed in the ensemble room.

That's right! What Ling Xin sang at this time was in another world, Mr. Liang Hongzhi composed the music for the lyrics, and named the song "I Wish People Were Long", sung by the famous singer Teresa Teng.

"How? If you memorize this melody, the lyrics will be remembered naturally, right? In fact, "Ancient Chinese Literature" is not so difficult......" Ling Xin stood up and patted the place where she knelt on the ground just now on the white silk pantyhose, in fact, the floor in the activity room was very clean, even if it was white pantyhose, there was no obvious dust at this time.

"Xiao Xin ......"

"Huh? What's wrong? Ling Xin put the guitar back into the instrument rack and turned her head to look at Erin suspiciously.

"Give me a way to live! How can we live as ordinary people! ”

"Oh, Xiaoxin is very powerful." Zhong Li on the side was not stingy with his praise.

"Uh-huh! I'm a genius! Ling Xin's chin lifted.

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In the afternoon, school is dismissed.

Ling Xin and Erin walked out of the school gate side by side.

"Let's go, the beef balls in the newly opened bubble tea shop on the street are good, please eat something as a thank you gift."

"Yo, it's been more than four months since I've known you, and this is the first time you've invited me to eat."

"Don't you usually look like you're not bad for money...... So are you going or not? ”

"Go! Why not? This is the fruit of my labor! The light supervisor won't let you sleep today, and my hands are still sore! Ling Xin rubbed her arm.

"Why do I think you're having fun?"

The two walked through a traffic light, and although it was a red light at this time, the pedestrians ignored the traffic light that was still doing their job and walked by.

In China, this is a very common scenario.

Quite simply, that's because, in the past, in China, all the constraints on people, and sometimes people's own self, did not come from people's own "morality" and "upbringing", that is, people obeyed traffic rules and "spoke civilized", but they did so under strict regulations.

It's like the picnic in elementary school before, no one supervised, children littered, there was no meaning to care, the so-called children are the mirror of adults, so from a simple problem of children littering, it can be seen that there are problems in this society.

Now, since it was already past 7 o'clock in the morning, the traffic police directing the traffic had already left work, and without supervision, passers-by did not mean to obey the "traffic rules" at all.

In other words, most of the behaviors of the Chinese people today are under the constraints of "rules", and once this "constraint" disappears, then the Chinese people will become "immoral" and unruly.

It was because of the discovery of this hidden social problem that Ling Xin came up with the idea of creating a hundred schools of thought.

At this time, Ling Xin was standing on the side of the road, and did not ignore the traffic light above her and walk directly across the road like the people who kept passing her beside her.

Erin, who was being pulled by Ling Xin on the side, turned her head and looked at her suspiciously.

"Red light." Ling Xin's empty left hand pointed to the red light on.

"Now that the police uncles are off duty, at night, it's okay not to look at the traffic lights, you see, everyone else goes straight over." Erin gestured to the passers-by who kept walking by.

Ling Xin glanced at the traffic light that was still doing her job, and then turned her head to look at the pedestrians who kept walking across the road.

sighed with a smile.

"I can't ask for others, but I can ask for myself." (To be continued.) )