"I have a tiger in my heart, and I smell the roses. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Li Gouyu had already eaten fish at home and drank delicious fish soup, Li Dayong had just sent the students away, and he was a little tired and sat down on the chair of the master at home, and the man immediately muttered in his mouth.

"The poem is very interesting." Li Da muttered in his mouth, this poem is not a battle, nor does it rhyme, but it is still full of strength to read, quite strong, not like Bagu, but more free and hate-relieving than Bagu.

The dog is only eleven or twelve years old, and he has not been educated before, and eighty percent of this verse is a wisdom picker, right? Li Dayong thought so in his heart, but immediately thought about it again, if anyone could write such poems, I am afraid that it would have spread long ago, and would they catch a knife for such an eleven or twelve little doll?

Thinking of this, Li Dayong was shocked: Gou Yu has such talent?

Oh my God, it's not uncommon to know how to count and write, and it's good to attract the mountain dragon, but a child who was taught on the first day casually chanted such a poem on the grass of the peach blossom slope!?

In today's abacus class, Li Gouyu pinched the egg in his right hand and pulled it on the abacus three times, and the beads swam away the dragon and snake, which was so fast that it was dazzling, and there was such a self-taught genius in the world?

If it weren't for the fact that Li Gou's handwriting was a little unsystematic, Li Dayong really felt that he couldn't teach Li Gouyu at all!

Wizard, wizard!

Li Da said in his heart, this is the ink, the dragon and the phoenix dance on the huge rice paper, and write this good poem.

I have a tiger in my heart, sniffing roses.

"Daddy, why are you not sleeping so late?"

A delicate voice sounded, and the light was still on in the living room, and the daughter put on her clothes and came to find out.

"Hey, Daddy is actually composing poetry?" The girl glanced at the verses and tilted her head for a while: "How did Daddy start this kind of poem, this poem doesn't rhyme, it's not right, it's not like a limerick poem, but why do you still think it's very interesting to read?" Daddy, what kind of poem is this, Xin'er has never seen Daddy compose this kind of poem before. ”

"Daddy doesn't understand what kind of poem this is, it's not a rhyme, but it's still full of strength, and it reads to relieve hatred! Like eight strands but not like eight strands, a whip and a mark, a slap and a palm blood! It's really exciting to read! ”

Li Dayong sighed at the candle for a while, I want to see how many tricks this Li Gouyu can come up with!

"Okay, Xin'er, go to bed quickly, don't run to the school tomorrow to make trouble, and stay at home with peace of mind."

Li Dayong thought it was funny, but he was looking forward to his student's poems and texts, and rubbed his daughter's head, and said.

"Dad, where did my daughter go to make trouble!" Xin'er was coquettish, Li Dayong just smiled, and sent her daughter back to the room.

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There is a saying in China called shotgun for gun, the prodigal son does not change the gold, and now it is quite suitable for Li Gouyu, the dog leftover baby has always slept the biggest, and the baby rarely gets up without a day of three poles of sun basking on the buttocks, but today it is up with the pace of his parents!

"Come, dog, drink fish soup, this crucian carp fish soup is the most delicious."

Looking at the sun seems to be coming out of the west, the son got up early, he should be thinking about going to school earlier and reciting poems and glorious lintels, the Li family's parents simply smiled happily, Wang smiled and waved at the dog, and a large bowl of fish soup was placed in front of the son's table.

"Well, thank you, mother."

The dog smiled sensibly and feasted, although he got up early, the nature of a foodie still did not change.

After breakfast, bring a bamboo kettle, a snack basket, and ride on the rhubarb.

The fresh air in the morning is the most refreshing, and the rhubarb with the bamboo tube hanging on the horn and the rice basket on the other hand is thrown away, and the owner is familiar with the road here.

It's still the big bluestone, or the small river, the dog is left to stop the rhubarb, so he came to the big bluestone, took the wolf's hair, and began to write poems silently, and practiced words by the way.

Reading is only for scientific research, with fame, even if there is a foundation for living in this world, the so-called ten years to come to the Phoenix Pool, in one fell swoop to become famous in the world, this is a reader.

"At the beginning of people, nature is good, sex is similar, and Xi is far away......"

The handwriting on the big bluestone, which was still a little jerky, jumped on the stone, and Li Gouyu dipped in the water while reading silently in a whisper, waved the wolf hair in his hand, straightened his waist, and pressed the hook top finger.

It is not very easy to control the brush as you like, you have to write more and practice, practice until the pen fits, the brush seems to have become a part of the human body, and the dog is left to pinch the wolf in his hand, perseverance.

The wrist was still a little sore, the palm was trembling, the beads of sweat were flowing down the cheeks, and he couldn't care about wiping the sweat.

I'm afraid that after practicing for half an hour, my group of primary school friends have already come with small bags on their backs, and Li Gou has left to wash the wolf's hair, and he also carries the rice basket up the mountain, and this day's school is about to start again.

Li Gou glanced at the school subconsciously, I didn't see the little female bird in the school today, and it is estimated that people are also idle and come to the school to join in the fun, where will the private school in this era recruit female students!

"The plan of this day lies in the morning, in the morning, people are sober-minded, reading and memorizing books is twice the result with half the effort, come, the big guy will recite this three-character scripture with me."

The curriculum in the private school is roughly like this, and it is quite boring to say, so Li Dayong greeted the students as soon as he came.

Subconsciously glanced at Li Gouyu, Li Dayong now really feels that he can't understand this doll, his appearance is plain, but there seem to be thousands of ravines in his chest, which makes people can't help but think of the sentence I have a tiger in my heart, sniffing the rose, and its ambition seems to be not small.

After shaking his head and reciting the book, Li Da took out a brush again, and from now on, all the students will also practice calligraphy together.

In private schools, students are usually required to write a certain number of words every day, and the task is not light.

"As the saying goes, this chess game depends on talent, and writing depends on practice, and everyone will have to write at least 500 words in the future."

Li Dayong's voice sounded, and the student was taken aback for a while, but he was quickly suppressed by Li Dayong's sharp eyes, yes, five hundred words a day, can't finish writing? Take a look at the board in Mr. Mic's hand!

Writing and practicing calligraphy, first draw red.

Mr. sent a copybook, the thin rice paper printed the copybook, on the handwriting at the bottom, take the brush to trace it little by little, follow the handwriting on the handwriting hook to Teton, and follow the trend.

The school was silent for a while, and Mr. grabbed the ring ruler to inspect back and forth, correcting everyone's sitting posture and holding the brush.