Oh, isn't this the Tang poem "Painting" that Edamame has been studying for a long time!

Edamame tilted his head, looked up at the scenery for a while, and looked at the paintings on the desk for a while, he had an epiphany and sighed:

"I see! It turns out that this poem is about a painting! I've never wondered why I can't hear a sound when I'm so close to the water. Why doesn't the bird run away when he sees someone coming? It turned out to be a painting! It's so interesting, this Wang Wei has a riddle for everyone! ”

"I can understand it that way. Edamame, can you draw? Ladola asked.

Before Edamame could speak, Ruofei jumped up and screamed three times, looking proud with a wrinkled nose.

Edamame's cheeks flushed slightly, and he modestly said, "It's okay." The last time I copied a painting of Van Gogh's Starry Night, I won a small prize. ”

"Yes, yes," Ladora clapped Edamame Fur, and said, "Since you can draw, you must know that there are many schools of painting in this world." There is still a big difference between the artistic expressions of the East and the West. The most important thing in our Chinese painting is the 'artistic conception', often there are poems in the paintings, and the poems and paintings complement each other, so the artistic conception is more far-reaching. ”

Edamame felt that what La Dola said made sense, and he saw that there were many works in the studio, so he looked at them one by one. Gradually, he had some doubts.

"Huh? Why are most of the paintings not inscribed? Moreover, some of the words are still written on the back, which looks so strange! ”

"Pictorial poems only became popular in the Song Dynasty, and it will take about another 150 years." La Dola sighed: "You think, it's not easy for a person to be able to write and draw!" ”

"Also, I really admire Wang Wei more and more! La-do-la, take me to meet him! ”

Ladora ignored Edamame's request and suddenly sat up on the ground.

It raised its left hand upward, and its palm was nested, like an open white porcelain bottle, and at once it sucked up all the scenery in front of Edamame like flowing water.

Edamame's bedroom reappeared, and he was immediately anxious, and said dissatisfied: "Huh?!" How did you get us back?! ”

La Dola climbed onto the windowsill and stood up, and said, "There is still one minute, Mao Xiaorou is going to call you to eat." ”

"Huh?" Edamame scratched his head and asked incredulously, "How do you know?" ”

"Because I'm La Dora." La Dola blinked and smiled smugly.

"Huh?!" Edamame thought about Ladola's words for a while, and was almost frightened, he grabbed Ladola's arm and asked, "You mean you can be unpredictable prophet?!" ”

At this time, he found that the Ladola in the palm of his hand had changed back to its usual plastic material, and its big flickering eyes had disappeared, leaving only a black LCD screen.

Edamame was about to call it, but the door was pushed open without warning, and Mao Xiaorou's voice came: "Edamame, come out to eat!" ”

Edamame Mao's eyebrows flew off in shock, and he didn't know where to hide such a baby while holding Ladora.

During the meal, Edamame was unusually silent, but his mind was racing.

He thought: La Dola is so capable, he doesn't need to be bound by that plastic shell at all. It can be bigger or smaller, so when he goes to school, he only needs to become the size of an eraser, and he can be put in his schoolbag and taken to school!

Thinking of this, Edamame giggled.