After Mr. Sen Sen finished explaining, he handed the time back to the children - the children could complete a flower picture according to their interests.

Such an open theme made Edamame Mao worried. He likes Wang Changling's "Lotus Picking Song" and Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossoms", but when he didn't know whether to paint lotus or lotus, he found that Tian Youyou on the left had already started painting plum blossoms. Edamame Mao looked to the right, oops, the lotus flower had also been painted by Tang Duoduo.

Edamame didn't want to draw the same flowers as his friends, so he couldn't help but sigh and become more and more embarrassed.

Hiding in Edamame's pocket, she sensed the unpleasantness of Edamame and whispered, "What's wrong, Edamame?" ”

"I don't know what to draw anymore...... I originally wanted to draw plum blossoms and lotus flowers, but Youyou and Duoduo had already started to write. Edamame Mao sighed again, and he asked, "La-do-la, why don't you give me some advice?" ”

"The teacher just said that there are so many flowers, why don't you just pick one you like?" Ladora was puzzled: "What's so difficult about this? ”

Edamame's eyebrows were furrowed, and he said, "Those photos are beautiful, but I feel soulless." Do you think, whether it is plum blossoms or lotus flowers, after the blessing of the poems and texts handed down by the ancients through the ages, it is the beauty of content. ”

"Oh......" Ladora now understood why Edamame Mao was unhappy, it flashed its big eyes, thought about it, and had an idea in its heart.

"Edamame, I suggest you draw chrysanthemums." La Dola gave her own advice.

"Chrysanthemum?" Edamame asked rhetorically, "Why do you draw chrysanthemums?" ”

"Han Ju"

【Song】Zheng Sixiao

The flowers are not blooming and the flowers are thick, and the independent sparse hedge is not endless.

I'd rather die with incense on the branches, and how could he have blown down in the north wind. ”

The poem recited by La Dola made Edamame Mao feel the author's temperament, and he whispered: "Good poem! What a poem! Lado, is this Zheng Sixiao also the same as Lu You, a person who bears the pain of the Northern Song Dynasty, but still has noble national sentiments? ”

"The second half of the sentence is correct, but the first half of the sentence is wrong." Ladola replied.

"The second half?" Edamame Mao wondered, "Which sentence is wrong?" ”

"This Zheng Sixiao is even worse than Lu You, Lu You can at least look forward to it when he is alive, but this Zheng Sixiao can only watch the Southern Song Dynasty perish, and the great rivers and mountains are invaded by the Yuan army."

"Huh?!" La's words made Edamame Mao exclaim.

The teacher and friends thought that Edamame had encountered some problems, and they all gathered around to care about him, and Edamame quickly waved his hand and said, "It's okay! It's okay! I'm just ideating! ”

Teacher Sen Sen looked at the blank drawing paper in front of Mao Doumao, and gently comforted: "Don't worry, take your time, the teacher believes that you will be able to draw a good picture." ”

"Thank you, teacher." Edamame smiled sweetly. When the teacher was far away and his friends returned to their seats, he quickly communicated with Ladola and said, "I'm sorry, I'm so excited! Lado, this Zheng Sixiao is really miserable! ”

"Zheng Sixiao's original name was Zheng Zhiyin, and he changed his name to Zheng Sixiao because he missed the country." La Dola turned on her magic skills, and she was able to exchange ideas with Edamame without making a sound. But Edamame didn't notice that La Dola had turned on this magic technique, and in his consciousness, he thought that his ears had heard the sound of La Dora.