The warm sunlight poured into the car through the window, Shui Miaomiao reclined on the carriage and closed her eyes to recuperate, frowning and enduring the bumps of the carriage, and finally couldn't stand it anymore and sat up straight, letting the autumn breeze lift the curtain and look at the scenery outside the window.

The moment the curtain was opened, the fresh air came to my face, I took a deep breath and then looked into the distance with interest, not far away the big green mountain loomed in the morning mist, the whole green mountain was wrapped, looking at the verdant piece from afar, I only felt that the mountain was full of life.

Looking at it, she remembered a word, although it was not a celebrity noun, but she also sounded rhyming, and she whispered softly when she coughed lightly:

The green water and green mountains welcome the treasure chicken, and the red plum and white snow send the spirit horse.

Chicken hooves urge to forge ahead, Top Gun book life.

The sun shines on the new year, and the roosters are jubilant in spring.

Blessings are ringing in my ears, and I only wish there will be more laughter during the festival.

After chanting, I only felt that I was not suitable for the current scene, and then I began to chant again:

Green mountains and green waters are always there,

It's hard to keep the pink beauty.

The water is unfathomable,

Fish shadow swims in the sun.

The wind blows the leaves like a fuss,

The moon is white and the birdsong is love.

The sound of horses' hooves in my ears,

The world is not worried.

"Okay, good, good people in the world don't worry, girl, you did this." Mr. Wen was too tired in the car, so he rode a horse and walked in front of the carriage, just passing by Shui Miaomiao's carriage and heard Shui Miaomiao chanting poems, at first I didn't think so, but the more I listened, the more I felt the rhyme, and the more I listened, the more I felt that this meaning was good.

Shui Miaomiao was frightened by the sudden sound, and was relieved when she saw Mr. Wen, but she felt a little blushing when she thought that the poem she was reciting was made by someone else.

Quickly coughed lightly and explained, she didn't want to be a thief, "Sir, I didn't write this poem, I just occasionally think it's good, and I just think it's the same as I want to recite it now, that, that sir, you can detect something wrong with your confident character." ”

Mr. Wen bowed slightly, she also heard that there was something wrong with the poem, but it was nothing, I thought it was made by Shui Miaomiao herself, but I didn't expect to see it occasionally, but this poem is very exquisite, and I couldn't help asking.

"Miao Miao has other verses, let's hear them." Mr. Wen's eyes lit up, he didn't care who wrote this poem, as long as it was a good poem, she wanted to hear it, maybe she could give herself some inspiration.

"Of course you can, but sir, I heard it too, and you shouldn't be surprised if it's not the mood." Shui Miaomiao smiled, she also wanted to show off.

"Say it quickly." Mr. Wen urged up rarely.

Shui Miao Miao came casually: green lake water, clear water and sky, sky and water; Beacon Mountain, green mountains and clouds, clouds and mountains are boundless.

She racked her brains to think about it, talked about it when she thought of it, and even memorized the three hundred ancient poems one by one.

When passing by a farmland and seeing that there were many people busy inside, he casually chanted: On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

On the afternoon of hoeing day,

Sweat drops down the soil.

Who knows the Chinese food on the plate,

Every grain is hard.

Mr. Wen muttered to himself listening to this poem, looked back at the people who were busy in the field not far away, and suddenly asked, "Who wrote this poem, girl?" ”

Shui Miaomiao still didn't think about it, so she said, "It's a person named Li Kun." ”

"Li Kun, who is this, why haven't I heard of it." Mr. Wen went through all the great Confucians in his mind, and there was no one named Li Kun, but there was one named Yang Kun.

"I don't know either, but the man is old, and when I saw the book, it was very old." Shui Miaomiao didn't want to be asked, so she said that Li Kun was dead in one sentence, but in his previous life, that Li Kun was also an ancient, wasn't he?

"I see, that girl, that book is still there." Mr. Wen's eyes were sparkling, and he was eager to read the book.

"No, it's gone with the fire of the Shui family." Shui Miaomiao's lies came casually, who let the Shui family's fire burn the Shui family clean?

"It's a pity, it's a pity, that girl, can you write them all down, especially those catchy poems, it's very appropriate for you to write them down and enlighten those children." Mr. Wen had already thought about the upcoming college, so he thought about picking some for those children.

"Of course you can do this, I'll write it when I get to the capital, and then Mr. will let those students copy the book, so that they can earn some tuition." Shui Miaomiao originally wanted to make printing, but when she thought of those poor scholars, she wanted to find a way for them to make money.

"That's okay, you only need to write one copy, and let those students with good handwriting copy the rest and write it out as soon as possible!" Mr. Wen also agreed, but he didn't forget to urge Shui Miaomiao as soon as possible.

"Okay, that's fine." Shui Miaomiao didn't think this was a matter at all, anyway, she would definitely be idle after entering Beijing, and it would be good to write poems when the time came.

Mr. Wen was also tired from riding the carriage for so long, so he got into the carriage with the support of his own soldiers, and said to his daughter-in-law while lying on the carriage, "Miao Miao, that girl is really not simple, no wonder Jun'er and Lan Lan always have so many wonderful ideas." ”

"But what did that girl say?" Mrs. Wen knows that Shui Miaomiao's girl will say something very classic from time to time, and she can make her master like this, then it must be so.

"The girl didn't say anything classic, but memorized a lot of poems, each of which is very classic, and each of them can become a masterpiece, I asked her if she made it, but the girl said that she saw it by accident." Mr. Wen's eyes were still shining, and he didn't have his usual composure at all.

"That girl knows a lot, you may not know, she sometimes teaches Lan Lan and Jun'er, Xuan'er some simple ancient poems, I'm afraid I remember the last time Xuan'er fell on the table while eating, I haven't said anything yet, the girl herself is chattering, do you know what she said." Mrs. Wen glanced at her father-in-law, and pretended to sell a pass.

"What did you say?" Mr. Wen asked excitedly.

"The girl pinched the grain of rice with her hand and chanted directly, as if it were: Noon on hoe day~~~"

"It's this poem, you said that this poem is not suitable for children who have just started, by the way, that girl usually teaches Xuan'er to learn poetry." Mr. Wen was very surprised to learn that Shui Miaomiao usually teaches her little granddaughter poetry today.

"Yes! Where do you think Xuan'er's careful thinking came from, and Xuan'er's dexterity is not innate, it was all trained by that girl, and you don't know, don't look at Xuan'er's small, the customer knows a lot of medical science. ”

Mrs. Wen was very emotional when she talked about this, how could she not know the changes in her little granddaughter, the child not only learned medical science from Shui Miaomiao, but also learned kung fu, although they are not very proficient, but it is still okay to protect themselves at a critical time.