This winter's snow is inevitably flying, and it is Chinese New Year's Eve, and there is rarely a phenomenon of sneaking around.

Now that the snow has finally stopped, and it is the Shangyuan Festival again, which family is not lively?

Early in the morning, the children put on the clothes they had just knitted for the New Year and went to the school in droves to report.

The classmates can't say that they are reunited after a long absence, but some of them really haven't seen each other for many days, and they are gossiping together, gossiping about how many dumplings they have made at home these days and how good the food is.

Some of the children are neighbors and live close to each other, and they have already coaxed and run together a few days ago, and they are even more laughing and playing.

The gentleman who taught was late, and when he saw the mess in the hall, he couldn't help but knock the little startle on the table.

Just a crunch sound, enough for the children to close their mouths.

Although Mr. is usually easy to talk, but once he is still irritable after the startling wood, he has to hit the palm of his hand.

Even if it is Xiao Qi, his parents are all working in Moyutang, as long as Mr. is angry, he will not make mistakes. Xiao Qi's mother was distressed, but she only gently rubbed her hot little hand and tried her best to coax Xiao Qi who was crying.

So Xiao Qi, who had suffered a pain, also shrunk his neck and sat upright, so as not to annoy Mr. at all.

The gentleman cleared his throat and muttered.

"Hello little naughtys. ”

The children spoke in unison.

"Old stubborn good. ”

This is another method of communication between teachers and students.

Mr. said.

"Can anyone tell me what day it is?"

The children scrambled to be the first to go.

"Shangyuan Festival. ”

Mr. said.

"What is 'Shangyuan'?"

Some children were speechless on this question, and of course there were others.

"The moon in the sky is round and round, and 'Shangyuan' is the moon in the sky. ”

The gentleman nodded faintly and said.

"There are some differences, but they are not far off. ”

I immediately talked about some of the past of the Shangyuan Festival, of course, the Zhongyuan Festival on July 15 and the Xia Yuan Festival on October 15 are introduced.

But the seven or eight-year-old children were of course not interested in these things, until the husband asked again.

"What are the activities of the Shangyuan Festival?"

The children's cloudy eyes lit up again.

Scramble to be the first to get to the ground.

"Eat Lantern Festival. ”

"Viewing lanterns. ”

"Guess the lantern riddle. ”

"Dragon Boat Rowing...... Ouch ......"

Then he knocked a chestnut on a child's head, and then said.

"Stupid, dragon boat rowing is only available during the Dragon Boat Festival. ”

The child covered his little brain and muttered.

"Oh. ”

The children had laughed enough, and then continued.

"I can also step on stilts, I stepped on them last year, and although I broke my ass, it was fun. ”

A few little girls immediately glared at each other and said.

"Who wants to know your ass. ”

There are other children.

"Dragon and lion dances. It's majestic. ”

There was a timid girl who shrunk her shoulders, thinking that she was afraid of the dragon and lion dance in her memory.

Another girl said.

"I remember there was also 'walking the bridge', and last year I accompanied my sister at home to 'walking the bridge', and it was so exhausting. ”

Immediately, a boy answered.

"What's so fun about that!"

The girl took a "puff" and ignored the boy who had always liked to bully her.

At this time, someone asked Xiao Qi on the side.

"Do you have any new ways to play in Moyutang?"

Xiao Qi thought about it for a moment and said.

"Every year. Last year, under the leadership of Grandpa Meng, we went to shoot pear wood flowers, and whoever shot more will be rewarded. ”

Before he finished speaking, eight or nine eyes stared at Xiao Qi.

For children of seven or eight years old, they usually play slingshots at most and shoot arrows there, but they yearn for it.

"Is there any this year? Can you take us there?"

Xiao Qi shook his head.

"Grandpa Meng passed away. ”

Xiao Qi cried about it at the beginning.

"And, and...... The hall is busy with the alliance with the gold house, and it is very green. ”

When the gentleman heard this, his face changed slightly.

"Yinjinfang? ”