Edamame replied: "Because Li Bai also likes to drink." ”

Ladola was stunned, and it fell into melancholy again. La Dora's heart is cold-the sky, the earth, it has forgotten about Li Bai's alcoholism.

Depressed, Ladola ended her dream trip in frustration, and Edamame woke up in a warm and comfortable bed, and it was still dark.

"La-do-la, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I'm going to sleep too. Maybe I'll get some sleep and my brain will be better. ”

Edamame could feel the mood swings of La Dora, and he didn't say anything more, but comforted it with actions.

Edamame Mao pulled a corner of his quilt and gently covered Ladola's body, and he gently stroked Ladora, hoping that it would relax.

"Edamame Mao ......," Ladola called out in a deep voice, leaning over her back.

"Hmmm! I'm here! ”

"If you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten that Li Bai is a poet immortal, and he can fight wine and poems for a hundred times......"

Ladola's sad words made Edamame feel frightened, but he restrained his emotions, pursed his lips tightly, and slapped Ladola's hand a little more.

The next day, as soon as Edamame Mao arrived at school, he told Tian Youyou and Tang Duoduo what happened to La Dora. The three little heads gathered together to discuss how to help Laduo.

However, they muttered for a long time and did not come up with any good ideas.

Edamame sighed and said, "Forget it, La Dola is better than us, we have to believe that it will be able to adjust." Until then, we might as well take care of ourselves and stop worrying about Ladola. Maybe that's a help. ”

"Makes sense, I agree." Tang Duoduo chimed in.

"I agree!" Tian Youyou worriedly grabbed her braided braid, which was tied with the sunflower head rope, and said, "We can also learn ancient poetry ourselves." During this time, let La Dola have a good rest, let's not bother it anymore because of learning poetry. ”

So, the three children agreed to go to the library to study together during the lunch break.

A child who is studious is always more likely to be favored by his teacher.

When Mr. Dong saw that they came to the library to check the materials again, he took the initiative to help. After learning that several of them were planning to learn the ancient poems that must be memorized in the second grade, Teacher Dong smiled, and she found two picture books and handed them to Edamame.

Edamame, Tian Youyou, and Tang Duoduo looked at the picture book and said in unison: ""Young Bai Juyi"? ”

"Yes," Teacher Dong said with a smile, "Bai Juyi has been very smart since he was a child, and he began to write poetry when he was five or six years old. He is not only extremely talented, but also hardworking. When the teacher saw a few of you, he remembered this book, so let's take it and read it. Hopefully, you will be able to gain something. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Dong."

The three children moved to a quiet, sunny corner and sat down.

Tian Youyou opened the picture book and took the initiative to share: "Bai Juyi, the word Lotte, the name Xiangshan Jushi, and the name Mr. Drunken Yin." He was a great realist poet of the Tang Dynasty, and was honored as one of the three great poets of the Tang Dynasty along with Du Fu and Li Bai. ”

Edamame Mao still remembered that La Dola had introduced Bai Juyi to him like this, and he urged Tian Youyou to continue.

"Bai Juyi once served as an official in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and he wrote a poem when he was the assassin of Hangzhou: 'My favorite lake is not enough to travel eastward, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar yin.'" Later, in order to commemorate him, people called this scenic spot in the West Lake Baidi. ”