After the exam, some people were happy, some people were mourning, and Li Qing suddenly had a sense of déjà vu for the college entrance examination.

After waiting for a long time, probably the candidates were gone, and Li Qing saw the small cloud with the basket.

Because it was still March, the cold spring had not yet passed, and Jiang was afraid of the clouds and cold, so he put a thin coat with velvet on the outside.

The two of them didn't ask Yun and how the exam was, and they both tacitly agreed. Hurriedly took Yun Ji back to the inn and ordered the kitchen to make hot food.

"Is Xiaobai cold?" Li Qing asked for some charcoal in the back kitchen of the inn and poured it into a bamboo urn, put it next to the bed, and let Yun Ji's two feet step on the bamboo urn. Yun Ji's hands and feet were cold, which made Jiang's heart ache. After he was warmed up, food was brought from the inn kitchen.

The fish stewed tofu soup sent by the inn, Yun Ji took a spoon and drank it in one gulp. He was a little strange, why didn't his mother ask him how he did in the exam? But since he didn't ask, he didn't dare to say.

"Tomorrow is the second game, today is familiar, tomorrow will be easy, we are the most powerful." Li Qing said with a smile. She took a bowl and gave Jiang Shi a bowl of soup, and straightened Yun Ji's collar.

"Did it go well today?" Jiang asked Yun Ji.

"Grandma, it's all written, and I've memorized everything on the exam papers." Yun Ji said happily.

"That's great, we can do it." Jiang praised.

"Hey, hey, hey." Yun Ji smiled embarrassedly.

Somehow, it rained in the middle of the night, clanging on the roof, which increased the power of the inverted spring cold a few points.

The examination room had to be searched, and he couldn't wear a jacket, so he had to wear a few more single clothes for Yun Ji, and he still wore the fleece coat outside.

Li Qing prepared a small stove for Yun Ji today, the size of a palm, and put a few pieces of charcoal fire in it, even if you can bring it in, forget it if you can't bring it. The main thing is that I hope that Yunji will not eat cold food at noon, but I didn't expect to bring it in.

Watching Yun Ji's back disappear into the door, Li Qing and Jiang stood for a while, and then went to yesterday's teahouse, and when he was hungry at noon, he went to the wonton stall outside to eat two bowls of wontons, and poor Yun Ji could only gnaw on steamed buns when he was hungry.

Today's title is really different from yesterday's, yesterday it was a scripture, and today it adds the meaning of Mo, which is similar to a chapter and verse, that is, an explanation, or an understanding of the scriptures. It is also required to write a small poem, with no restrictions on the metrics.

At the same time that Yun He learned the scriptures of the sons in the school, he also came into contact with poetry, and his mother occasionally wrote poems, and explained the way of writing poetry to Yun He after writing. Under the influence of his ears and eyes, Yun Ji can also write a little, but he can always be found fault by Li Qing.

Li Qing once learned to write poetry from a teacher, and she can write both ancient and near-style poems. When tutoring Yunhe, he often explained some poems to him.

Yun Ji first finished writing the content of Moyi, and the Moyi is relatively simple, and it is all taught by the master on weekdays, so Yun Ji writes very quickly. But it can't stand the large number, and Yun Ji wrote for a whole hour and a half. Then there were a few more topics that took him half an hour.

Finally, I wrote a poem, the title of which is: "Spring". One word, simple and crude.

It's March, and the spring is bright and sunny, and the examiner has asked this question at the right time. This question is really not very laborious for Yun Ji. He has written a few poems that sing about spring, and he doesn't talk about rhythm, so he only needs to pick one and give it to him.

But when I think about it, spring is actually a relatively old subject, how many people with lofty ideals have written about spring throughout the ages? I'm afraid that the examiner is already tired of seeing it, if he can't be ingenious, he won't be able to get into the law.

As a result, everything I wrote can no longer be used.

Yun Ji couldn't think of a reason for the time being, so he simply sat on the chair and began to eat, today Li Qing prepared a charcoal fire for her, so the steamed buns in the test basket still have residual warmth, and the food is much better than yesterday.

He occupies the examination booth of yesterday again, but the opposite side of him is already a person.

The air washed by a rain last night was very fresh, and there was still a fragrance of flowers, and the catkins were scattered, falling slowly on the ground and the petals were clinging to each other, and there was water on the ground, and the wind could not take it away anymore.

Yun Ji suddenly felt that he was between heaven and earth, and in a leisurely place, a sense of pure heart suddenly appeared. All of a sudden, the steamed bun fell to the ground without noticing.

He reached out and grabbed a piece of catkins, and the breath of spring came to his face. So Yun Ji wrote: "Last night, the west wind swept away the red, and the clouds rolled up and the pupils were half soothing. The three mountains are half over the blue sky, and there are still green branches and beautiful walls. ”

The next moment he finished writing, he was startled, and then his eyes widened. What did he do? It's like writing a poem.

Yunji: Who am I? Where am I? What do I do? What did I just do?

After a series of greetings in Yun Ji's heart, he suddenly found that he seemed to have had an epiphany just now. At this time, Yun Ji couldn't wait to jump three feet high, but fortunately, he restrained his emotions in time, and obscenely picked up the steamed buns on the ground, wiped them and put them in the examination basket. Then he took a sip of water and began to appreciate the poems he had written.

If his mother knew about it, she would definitely praise him, Yun Ji thought arrogantly in his heart. After the inspection, he found that there was nothing wrong, and Yun Ji began to check the Mo Yilai in front of him.

I found two mistakes, both of which were typos, so I had to revise them slightly, and although the overall changes looked a little abrupt, they weren't ugly.

Yun Ji exhaled, checked again, put away his things, touched his beating chest, and rang the bell of the examination shed.

The invigilator walked over and looked at him deeply, then looked at the test paper, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and accepted the paper with an expressionless face.

Yun Ji carried the examination basket out of the examination shed, and he found that he was actually the first to come out.

The examiner was sitting upright on the chair above, flipping the test paper with a serious face. Yun Ji glanced at the county commander Su Xuning, and when he thought he was going to be discovered, he immediately turned his head.

Su Xuning's own questions, although they seem rigid, are actually very flexible. If you are asked to write about spring, it is actually not real spring, but to go to the spring season to find some clues.

On the one hand, he was surprised that the candidate was so young, and on the other hand, he thought that the other party might be here to play. But when I look at the ink meaning in front of me, although the explanation is very immature, it can be seen that there is a more profound truth behind each sentence, and the only few scripture questions are all correct.

wrote a poem on the last topic, and Su Xuning didn't think about it anymore. A child of this age has basically never learned how to write poetry, or has only just been exposed to it, but what does he see?

This kid didn't just write it, he wrote it well.

"Last night, the west wind swept away the red, and the clouds were half cloudy and half soothing." This sentence is wonderful, there is a sense of leisure after desolation, and then look at the last two sentences, although it is obviously not as in tune with the first two sentences, but the artistic conception is more profound than the first two sentences.