Motioning for the young man to sit back on the chair, Jiang Li asked with a soft smile.

"Therefore...... Story ......"

Song Xuan thought about it seriously, and although his mouth was intermittent, he fully expressed what he wanted to say.

"Mommy, Mommy! Brother Xuanxuan wants to hear his mother tell stories! ”

Without waiting for Jiang Li to make a sound, Xiao Mingwei raised her little milk voice cutely and translated for her mother.

"I also know that Brother Xuanxuan wants to hear his mother tell stories!"

Milk dumplings Minghan is not far behind.

"Little clever ghost, mom knows, mom will tell you a story."

Rubbing the head of the dragon and phoenix fetus, Jiang Li's fox eyes were full of smiles, she sat on the chair next to the little cub and the boy, and said softly: "What is the name of the story I want to tell today?" Let me think about it......"

Pretending to think, Jiang Li hugged her arm with one hand, tapped her chin with her index finger with the other, and suddenly, her eyes lit up: "I thought of it!" Hearing her suddenly raised voice, Xuan Xuan and Xiao Mingrui's eyes lit up.

"I'm going to talk about 'Little Tadpole Drawing'. The story goes like this: there are a lot of small tadpoles in the pond, and they swim in the water and flick their tails, which is very beautiful! ”

Milk dumplings Minghan asked at this time: "Mom, are they playing with tadpoles?" ”

"Oh no!" Jiang Li shook her head, her voice was pleasing and soft: "They are using their long thin tails as paintbrushes to write their homework seriously!" ”

Xiao Mingwei blinked her big black grape-like eyes and sighed: "It turns out that the little tadpole uses its tail to do its homework!" ”

Jiang Li smiled and nodded, and she continued to tell the story: "The little tadpoles wrote and wrote, and wrote lines of small poems without format. ”

"Mom, Mom, is the little poem you said just like the one you taught Weiwei and the eldest brother and second brother to recite, 'The bright moonlight in front of the bed, it is suspected that it is frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. 'The same poem?' ”

Jiang Li: "Weiwei is so smart! But the poems written by the tadpoles have no format. ”

Milk dumpling Minghan glared at his sister: "Mom has obviously said that the little tadpoles have written lines of small poems without format, Weiwei, haven't you listened carefully?" ”

"I'm listening. But the poems written by the little tadpoles are not formatted, they are also poems, Mom, are you right about ducks? Xiao Mingwei looked at her mother a little aggrieved.

"Yes." Jiang Li gave an affirmative answer, and then she smiled and said: "There are many formats of poems, and when you go to elementary school, the teacher will teach you, such as: five-character quatrains, five-character quatrains, seven-character quatrains, seven-character quatrains, and so on." It's okay if you don't understand it now, I'll talk to you again when I have time, okay? ”

"Good!"

Rui Rui and Song Xuan responded in unison.

Jiang Li smiled softly, and then told the story: "The little tadpoles also painted and painted, and they drew a pool of painting fans who couldn't see the answer to the mystery. ”

"Vivi knows what a riddle is!" Xiao Mingwei said cutely: "Bright and bright, bright and bright, a ball of fire hangs in the sky." Stay short in winter and long in summer. It's the sun! ”

Milk dumpling Minghan "hummed": "This is what my mother said, and you are not the only one who knows!" ”

"But I didn't say that I was the only one who knew ducks?!"

Xiao Mingwei didn't understand why the second brother choked with her from time to time, she seemed to be deliberately angry with her brother Minghan, and said in a milky voice: "Sometimes it's round and round, sometimes it's bent and bent, sometimes it comes out at night, sometimes it can't be seen at night......"

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