"Brother Monkey, don't make trouble Brother Monkey, you let my old pig sleep for a while, just for a while." Zhu Bajie, played by Mr. Ma Dehua, said cutely.

The pressure of adults is definitely not something that children can experience, Xiao Wulie's eyes are staring at the TV program playing on the TV, next to his grandmother is helping Xiao Wulie pick up vegetables, he doesn't seem to feel the pressure of adults, Cheng Xiong frowned and said to Yan Qing: "Yan Qing, there are a lot of things today, I am so annoying!" ”

"What's wrong Chengxiong, did anything unhappy happen today? Let's hear it. Yan Qing asked with concern.

"Isn't it time to return farmland to forests and grassland? I told them that all the land in China is owned by the state, and they only have the right to use it, not the right to occupy it, but they don't listen. ”

After Yan Qing heard Cheng Xiong's helplessness, he said to Cheng Xiong: "The thinking of Chinese farmers is that they can't eat any losses. You don't have to be too serious with them, one day they will return the land themselves, although they are a little tricky on the surface, but deep down they are still very good. ”

Chengxiong asked, "How do you know that they are very good in their hearts?" ”

"Because I usually get along with them, they usually have a good heart. Every time they go to and from school, every time they drop their children off at school, and then pick them up after school. They are approachable. ”

"What kind of people do you see, they are all people who pick up and drop off children, people see different things when they encounter things, and their reactions are naturally different, you see that person doesn't want to leave a good impression on his child, and when it comes to his own interests, they all change, and any charm will show their tails."

It may be that the difference in occupation and experience makes Cheng Xiong and Yan Qing's ideas start to be different, but this will not delay Xiao Wulie's growth, of course, men's struggles and women's struggles are different.

"Great Sage, Great Sage! I am ordered by the Jade Emperor to help you subdue the monsters. "A girl in a lotus dress (TV drama directors at that time liked to use girls to play Nezha), holding a purple flame snake spear and a fire spear, stepping on Hot Wheels, came to help!

"Nezha, Nezha~ good! It's good to come! Sun Wukong scratched his ears and cheeks and said happily.

"Sister, beautiful!" Xiao Wulie pointed to the beautiful girl Nezha in the TV series and said: "Drift ~ bright, good ~ drift ~ bright." ”

Grandma was watching the straight hair from the side, she seemed to be laughing and said: "Look, look, this child is so young, just shout that this girl is beautiful, how does she grow up?" ”

In this way, the adults are telling each other about what they have experienced, and the happiness of the young person will be amused by the older person, and the meal will pass in a while.

After eating, Yan Qing and her grandmother went to the kitchen to wash the dishes together, but Xiao Wulie was playing with Cheng Xiong, Cheng Xiong of course still likes literary creation in his spare time, he loves poetry, and there are a lot of books at home, but basically all of them are poetry.

Of course, although Xiao Wulie is only three years old, preschool education still has to follow. Cheng Xiong will also buy some books for Xiao Wulie, of course, they are all children's books, and they are all made of cardboard for fear of being torn by children. It is painted with elaborate patterns, and those colorful Chinese characters with Hanyu Pinyin are written.

Cheng Xiong sometimes reaches the realm of selflessness when he writes about it, and forgets Xiao Wulie next to him. Sometimes, because there is no inspiration, he will tease Xiao Wulie to inspire himself.

I remember one time, when Cheng Xiong was writing poetry, he suddenly had no inspiration. At this time, Xiao Wulie suddenly walked over and said, "Dad, what are you doing?" ”

"Dad, I'm writing poetry."

"What is poetry?"

"Poetry is a lyrical literary genre. It is a literary genre that uses highly concise language to vividly express the author's rich emotions, concentrates on reflecting social life, and has a certain rhythm and rhyme. ”

Xiao Wulie shook his head very childishly: "No, I don't know. Actually, Xiao Wulie wants to say that he doesn't understand but doesn't know how to say the word "understand".

"That is, what is in your heart is expressed in a very romantic way."

Xiao Wulie still shook his head, expressing that he really didn't understand.

"Shall I tell you a poem?"

Xiao Wulie nodded.

"Let me tell you a poem by a Taiwanese poet. His name is Yu Guangzhong, and this poem is called "Homesickness".

Childhood

Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm on this end,

Mother is over there;

When you grow up,

Nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end,

The bride is over there;

Later,

Homesickness is a low grave.

I'm out there,

Mother is inside.

And now,

Nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this end,

The continent is on that end. ”

Cheng Xiong slowly lowered his head, looked at Xiao Wulie's childish and curious eyes, and said, "Do you understand?" My baby. ”

Xiao Wulie didn't say anything at that time, but stared quietly, staring at his father who was deep in front of him. Father Xiao Wulie didn't react, so he squatted down, and said kindly and kindly with Xiao Wulie: "Xiao Wulie, this is poetry." ”

Xiao Wulie blinked his eyes and said in a clear voice: "It's dark~ Dad~ crying~ Mom is crying, and everyone~ is crying." ”

Cheng Xiong showed a surprised look, unable to hide the shock in his heart, and muttered in his heart: "He! So small, how could it be? ”

However, what shocked Chengxiong even more was still behind, Xiao Wulie moved his mouth again, and said: "Finally, the sun came out, and the sky ~ dawned ~ dad ~ laughed ~ mom also laughed, and everyone ~ laughed." ”

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Xiong showed an even more surprised expression, the expression felt staggering, and he couldn't help asking, "Xiao Wulie, how did you say this?" ”

Xiao Wulie happily pointed at his father and said, "Dad said to say what is in his heart~ come out." ”

Cheng Xiong was shocked, stared deeply at the three-year-old child in front of him and said, "Xiao Wulie, the poems you made are so neat." ”

Xiao Wulie laughed happily and immaturely.

Perhaps, God is a naughty child who will always give you unexpected surprises without you noticing. The surprise seemed proud, even shocking. Even God would be amazed by his work......

"Yo! Hey, our little Wulie can also chant poetry now! Cheng Xiong said happily while hugging Xiao Wulie.