Zi said: "Three hundred poems, in a word, say: 'Thinking is innocent!' ’”

This is the second for politics.

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Zi said: "Back also, his heart will not violate benevolence in March, and the rest will be used to the end." ”

This is the sixth of Yongye.

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The warm sun shone on his body, Sun Shao looked at the long figure and was distracted, while reading the Analects in a soft voice, his mind was in a trance, it seemed to be a little understood, and it seemed to be very strange, the scene in front of him seemed to be seen somewhere, but he had no impression at all, he raised his head, and saw a suffocating face, a pair of big dark eyes looked at him gently, with a shallow smile at the corner of his mouth, although there was a faint and indissoluble grievance between her eyebrows, But her mood at the moment is cheerful, joyful. Sun Shao looked at this face fixedly, déjà vu, but he couldn't remember who this beautiful woman as elegant as a lotus was, but he just felt that a natural family affection rippled between them.

Is it a mother?

"Aman is so good, I read the best today." Seeing Sun Shao looking at him, the beauty smiled like a crescent moon, she squatted down, held Sun Shao in her arms, and gently pecked him on the cheek. Sun Shao smiled and stretched out his hand to touch the beauty's face, but when he saw his hand, he was stunned, his hand was small, chubby, and clearly a child's hand.

Did you cross over again? Sun Shao shouted, waving his hands vigorously, the beauty looked at him in surprise, helpless, suddenly, a gust of wind blew, the beauty was blown up, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving only her anxious voice from afar.

"Mother-" Sun Shao subconsciously shouted.

"Young master! Young Lord! ”

Sun Shao opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was Qiao Yue's panicked face: "Young master, are you having a nightmare again?" ”

Sun Shao let out a long breath, looked around with palpitations, the soap sacs on the bookcase were quietly piled there, and a roll of bamboo slips was spread out in front of him, on which was written a sentence he had just read in his dream:

Zi said: "Three hundred poems, in a word." Said: Thinking is innocent. ”

"Xiao Yue'er, what time is it?" Sun Shao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked weakly.

Qiao Yue gently patted Sun Shao's back, glanced at the bronze leaky pot in the corner of the house, and said with concern: "Young master, it's just a moment, you can sleep for a while." ”

"Oh. You go to sleep, I'm fine, just sit for a while. Sun Shao calmed down, waved his hand, and let Qiaoyue go out. Seeing that he was fine, Qiao Yue answered, covered his mouth and yawned, and withdrew.

Sun Shao sat in front of the bookcase in a daze, and casually flipped through the bamboo slips on the case, it seems that he worked too hard yesterday, and he actually fell asleep on the bookcase, and had a strange dream, so scared that he thought he had crossed again. But that beauty's face looks familiar, it should be someone who was more familiar before, but I don't seem to have seen it much recently. Sun Shao thought about it, and then remembered that the man called him Aman, and the voice was very similar to a bridge, could it be ...... That's what Ohashi looked like when he was younger?

This...... The gap is too big, right?

Sun Shao sat in front of the bookcase in amazement, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time. The bridge in the dream looks only about twenty years old, compared to the current small bridge looks a little more beautiful, and the small bridge is as cheerful and lively as a mountain spring, the bridge is more stable, more restrained, warm as jade, like a green spring in the mountains, peaceful and comfortable, and her voice as clear as a clear spring echoes in his ears:

"Zi said, back also, his heart is not against benevolence in March, and the rest is just used to the end."

"Zi said, virtuous back also, a spoonful of food, a scoop of drink, in the alley, people are also unbearable, and they will not change their pleasure when they return, and they will return to be virtuous."

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Listening to that voice, Sun Shao suddenly felt a strange feeling, as if the pile of bamboo slips in front of him was very familiar to him, and every word on it was deeply engraved in his heart, as if it had been stored in a corner before, but it was inadvertently turned out by him, and there was a feeling of reunion after a long absence. He was stunned for a moment, then thought about it attentively, and immediately became ecstatic.

Twenty Analects, although he didn't dare to say that he memorized it backwards, but it was not a problem to memorize it without leaving ten. One by one, one sentence at a time, such as in front of him, and even some of the bridge's notes, he has an impression.

No way? Sun Shao was dumbfounded. Was it the talent of the violent baby, or was Ohashi really attentive to teaching at that time? Or maybe this Analect is not just a Analect, but a good memory, so even the content and Ohashi's soft voice were hidden in the deepest part of his soul, and today by chance, he turned it all out at once.

Sun Shao opened the other soap sacs in a little hurry, spread out a roll of bamboo slips on the bookcase, a familiar feeling accompanied by familiar handwriting came up, hugging him in it, so that he couldn't help himself, tears flowed wantonly, dripping on the bamboo slips, the black words, red words, one by one, blurred, gradually became blurred.

"Zi Han is good, and life is benevolent."

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"The son is absolutely four, no will, no necessity, no solidity, no me."

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"Ji's will cut down the ......"

Sun Shao's nose was inexplicably a little sour, tears overflowed uncontrollably in his eyes, he lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and sobbed softly. He doesn't know whose feelings this is, whether it's his copycat version or that deity, in a trance, there is truth in it.

"Aman, Aman, what's wrong with you." The door was suddenly pushed open, and the disheveled bridge rushed in, hugged Sun Shao, who was hiding his face and crying, and shouted nervously: "Aman, Aman, what's wrong with you, don't scare your mother." ”

Sun Shao opened his arms, hugged Daqiao's thin body tightly, and sobbed: "Mother, I'm fine, I'm ...... I had a dream in which you took me by the hand and taught me to read the Analects. ”

Daqiao was stunned for a moment, looked at the bamboo slips full of cases, and let out a sigh of relief. Hearing Qiao Yue say that Sun Shao was crazy again, she rushed over before she even had time to put on her clothes, she thought that she had forced Sun Shao to study too hard, and she made him sick again. As soon as she heard Sun Shao's words, her tears couldn't help but welled up in her eyes, hugging Sun Shao tightly, unable to say a word.

Qiao Ying and Qiao Yue rushed over, just when they heard Sun Shao's words, they were sad, she stepped forward, put a jacket robe on Daqiao's body, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and persuaded softly: "Madam, it's cold, don't freeze." ”

With tears in his eyes, Daqiao nodded, hugged Sun Shao tightly in his arms, wrapped the two of them in a robe, touched Sun Shao's hair, and muttered: "Aman, it's been ten years, it's been ten years, and my mother hasn't hugged you like this for ten years." ”

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