Chapter 405: Live to Learn

I thought it was good, but the answer was-

"Okay, okay, I accept it!"

Ahh

Water is the fountain of life, and a tree that loses its water will be very painful, not to mention the water that is more powerful than the fountain of life at the beginning, and it will be uncomfortable if you don't drink it for a day.

Now it's good, it actually promised not to drink it today and tomorrow.

I can't live this day, I really can't live it.

At the beginning of the summer, when he heard the heaviness of its voice, he would be wrong.

"You're not convinced?" She glared at her fierce eyes and asked, "You say, are you not convinced by my punishment?" ”

β€œΒ·Β·Β· I don't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense! ”

Yingchun was panicked under the angry eyes of the beginning of summer, shaking the branches and denying it one after another.

"I..." The little tree man in his heart burst into tears, and Yingchun was extremely strong and said in a pretending to be very light voice, "I think you are too good and kind, and I am so moved that I don't want to."

In addition, I also deeply reflected on the mistakes I made, and felt very embarrassed, and felt that I was particularly shameless and disrespectful. ”

Mom, in order to shoot the first sycophant, it buried itself into this virtue, it is really a strong tree.

It was decided that it would be renamed Tree Strong in the future.

"I promise you again that I will never go around in the name of your grandfather again."

As he spoke, it cautiously asked Xia Chu, "Do you think my review is still profound?" ”

In the mood of anticipation of spring, Xia Chu nodded slowly.

"It's very profound, sure enough, it's still good to read more, you see that your literary style is so good now, continue to keep it up."

"Okay, I will definitely read more books, read good books, don't worry!" Spring Road.

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The people who eat melonsβ€”β€”

Old Zhou, "Yingchun is reading?" ”

Sun Lao, "I really read, I know a lot of words, and I can write." ”

Tang Yanlin, "Β·Β·Β· It's still learning math, but alas, it's not gifted in math at all. ”

Xiao Muyan Liangliang answered, "It actually has no talent for reading, the words with fewer strokes are okay, you can still remember it if you write it a few more times, it is more than a stroke, basically follow it in the last second, and the next second you ask it what the word reads, and it immediately forgets it." ”

"That... That's better than us, and we haven't touched a book in years. Sinan touched his beard with a look of shame.

Zhang Guodong looked up at the sky, "I don't seem to have touched a book since I was eighteen years old, and if I count it seriously, I have to be twenty years younger." ”

"What's so good about reading, I'd rather sleep when I have that time to read." Chen Xin was also unwilling to be lonely and expressed his views.

Hearing this, Elder Sun shook his head disapprovingly, "Live to learn." Books still have to be read more, and it must be known that teenagers are like peeking at the moon in a gap;

Middle-aged reading is like looking at the moon in the court;

Reading for the elderly, such as playing with the moon on stage.

All are based on the depth of experience, for the shallow and deep ears obtained.

You've all heard that, right? ”

"I've heard it, I've heard it, right," I wanted to say that I didn't have time, and I was worried that the old man would say that time was like water in a sponge, and that you could squeeze it out, Si Nan then changed his words and said curiously, "You... You can't still insist on reading and reading at such an old age, right? ”

Before Sun Lao could speak, Tang Yanlin smiled and said, "My teacher has never given up reading and reading, both professional and non-professional, he reads it in his old age, he watches it in his spare time, and he also has to watch it in his busy time..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he swept to the movement of a person and a tree on the opposite side, Jin Yuchen's eyes widened in surprise, "!" Don't talk about reading yet! Look at the spring and early summer, this person and a tree are really bunkers. ”