Ge Dazhuang is a child with a hero complex, and La's words made him more and more determined to be a people's hero when he grows up.

With such surging enthusiasm, Ge Dazhuang didn't bother to review his homework, and as soon as he got home, he opened the bookcase and took out all the hero picture books to enjoy.

The next day, Ge Dazhuang came to school with a schoolbag of hero picture books. Not only when he was out of class, he pulled his edamame eyebrows and danced to tell heroic stories, but even when he was in class, he couldn't help but peek at the picture album. After class, Ge Dazhuang does not participate in the children's review group, and he always finds various reasons to go to the playground to play horizontal bars.

Seeing that the final exam was coming, Mao Doumao deeply felt that it was not okay to go on like this, so he pulled La Dola together and decided to "beat" Ge Dazhuang well.

But before Ladora could speak, Ge Dazhuang took the lead.

"La-do-la-la, you're here!" Ge Dazhuang grabbed La Dola, his palm was really powerful, and it hurt Ladola. But Ge Dazhuang didn't feel uncomfortable, he was excited about a new poem he liked in a book last night, and he was eager to share it with Ladola.

"La-do-la, I listened to everything you said last time! Do you know? I've always wanted to be a big hero and serve the motherland when I grow up! Defend the people! Ge Dazhuang sighed: "I want to be a general, a general like Yue Fei and Guan Yu!" Heck, when will I be able to grow up? When will I be able to become a general who has made great achievements! ”

La Dola pursed her lips and replied: "I don't know when you will be a general, but with your strength, I think it's similar to a general!" I'm going to have my arm torsed off by you! ”

When Ge Dazhuang heard this, he quickly let go, and he sneered: "I'm sorry, Ladola, I'm so excited." I saw a poem last night, and that poem was like it was written about me! Or so I wrote it! ”

"What?" Ladora and Edamame were confused, and they asked in unison, "Did you write it, or did you write yours?" ”

Ge Dazhuang blushed, he cleared his throat and read the poem out:

"Horse Poems"

【Tang】Li He

The desert sand is like snow, and the moon is like a hook.

How to be a golden brain, walk quickly and step on Qingqiu. ”

Edamame pondered for a while, and replied: "'The desert sand is like snow, and the moon is like a hook'...... The flat sand covers the desert like snow covering the earth, and the moon hangs high above the Yan Mountain, bent like a hook...... It sounds like a side-plug poem. But what does that have to do with you? ”

"You don't understand what this poem is about!" Ge Dazhuang insisted on associating himself with the poem, and he explained: "You must not know what 'Jinluo Brain' is, which is a kind of horse dragon head decorated with gold. Li He mentioned Jin Luonao here with emotion: When will he be able to ride a majestic war horse, gallop on the battlefield, and make contributions! ”

Edamame Mao suddenly realized, he looked at Ge Dazhuang, and responded, "I understand." Li He's emotion is exactly your emotion. ”

"Yes!" Ge Dazhuang excitedly gave Edamame Mao a palm, and the pain was so painful that Edamame Mao almost lost his breath.

"Light, Ge Da Zhuang, you have a lot of strength!"

Edamame's response made Ge Dazhuang laugh, and he showed his gums laughing, honest and cute.