Edamame Mao listened to this catchy poem, touched his head innocently, and said: "This poem is not better than not knowing, compared with the great poet, how can my poem be called a poem......

"Edamame, don't say that," Tian Youyou said intimately: "You have already taken the first step, and you are much stronger than us!" Don't be modest! ”

Edamame Mao smiled, and he asked, "Ladola, this poet is very strange, who is he?" ”

"Weng Juan, the word continues to be ancient, is a great poet of the Southern Song Dynasty." La Dola said: "He, along with Zhao Shixiu, Xu Zhao and Xu Ji, is known as the 'Yongjia Four Spirits'. ”

Ge Dazhuang immediately interjected: "Then they must be very smart!" ”

"How do you know they're smart?" Tang Duoduo asked.

"Because they are the 'Yongjia Four Spirits'," Ge Dazhuang said assumedly, "they are four smart people who will always be good!" ”

La Dola listened strangely, and it rolled its big eyes and pondered for a long time before holding its stomach and laughing.

"Wrong, wrong! Yongjia is a place name, and 'Ling' does not mean clever ghosts, but the names of the four of them. La Dola said while laughing: "Weng Juan is also known as Weng Lingshu, Xu Zhaozi Linghui, Xu Ji Lingyuan, Zhao Shixiu Lingxiu, because these four Yongjia poets have a spirit word in their words or numbers, so they are called 'Yongjia Four Spirits', and thus opened the so-called 'Four Spirits Poetry School'. ”

"Four Spirit Poetry School?" Edamame Mao said: "This is the first time I've heard of this poetry school. ”

Ladola asked, "Do you remember Jia Island?" ”

"Remember!" Edamame replied again: "Bitter bard! ”

"Yes!" La Dola said: "The Four Spirits Poetry School admires Jia Dao's poems and appreciates Jia Dao's bitter chanting style, but they do not pursue the use of rare words, but pursue to achieve a plain and natural poetic realm in the realm of bitter chanting. Just like this poem "April in the Country", Weng Juan uses white sketching to write the beautiful scenery of the early summer in the countryside in the south of the Yangtze River, and you taste the words of Weng Juan ......"

Ge Dazhuang picked up La Duo La's words and repeated: "The green mountains are all over the white river, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of Zigui......."

"Da Zhuang, you have a really good memory," while admiring Ge Da Zhuang, Edamame Mao had another question to ask, he asked: "La, what does 'Bai Manchuan' mean here?" And what is a 'sub-rule'? All I know is the compass. ”

Ladola brought the children together around it, and it made the children bend down to look at the rice fields. The children, who had never looked closely at the crops, realized that there was water in the rice fields—the color of the water and the light of the sky reflected in the sky, but it was white!

"As for ...... Zigui ......" La Dora frowned, put one hand to her ear, and listened intently.

"What are you doing?" Tian Youyou was puzzled.

Birdsong could be heard in the sky, and the cries of "cuckoo-cuckoo" came every few seconds.

"Do you hear that?!" La Dola said excitedly: "That's the cry of Zigui!" ”

"It turns out that Zigui is a cuckoo!" Tian Youyou sighed.

"yes, do you know what a cuckoo is called?" Ladola asked, and when she saw the children looking sad, she smiled and replied, "The cuckoo is the cuckoo!" ”

The cuckoo's cry kept coming, the children stood on the hill and looked into the distance, and the farmers and uncles were working hard.