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Cinnabar (6)
Cheng Qing panicked and almost forgot that A'Luo would also participate in the ten-day test. don’t know how to play the piano or calligraphy. What can do? don't even know what dynasty this is or where. Cheng Qing bit his head and walked to the center of the hall to stand.
Hearing that father said coldly: "One of your two sisters is good at piano and the other at wording, A'Luo. You couldn't hand in your homework three months ago. Your mother will protect you to write down ten boards and say yes. Three months will definitely make you good at skills, what have you learned in these three months?"
Ten boards? This can't work, it's not obvious that you will be beaten, absolutely not! what to do? After memorizing the ancient poems that I still remember, I am afraid that the people here are familiar with it. Cheng Qing stood in the middle of the hall and his mind turned sharply. Seeing her silent for a long time, the ladies showed somewhat gloating expressions. Cheng Qing confided in his heart and recites the poem. If he knows who wrote it, he says that he likes to recite it. If you don’t know, it’s your own exclusive skills. She raised her head and said softly: "I like poems, can you recite one?"
The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide and stared at Cheng Qing in disbelief. The seventh lady frowned secretly. The father smiled and said, "Okay, okay, the third lady in our family can chant poems and read them."
There was a low snicker from the hall. Cheng Qing turned his head to see Madam Seven's face pale. He couldn't help but sighed secretly, and slowly said: "The lonely garden in February is breezy, and the tourists are empty before the spring. Haitang does not hesitate to rouge, and is independent in the drizzle."
This is "Chun Han" by Song Dynasty poet Chen Yuyi. Cheng Qing changed a few words and finished chanting in a naive voice that did not belong to her. Seeing everyone in the hall was dumbfounded, her expressions were astonished and jealous. I thought, I was shocked when I heard this child’s voice reading such a poem. I’m really not used to it. The voice is not my own. Obviously it came from my own mouth, but it sounds like someone else is talking.
The middle-aged man pondered for a while, and took a deep look at the Seventh Lady. Cheng Qing looked back again, and there were tears in the eyes of Mrs. Seven, and there was a sad look in her tenderness.
Cheng Qing heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had never heard such a verse. This is not the Song Dynasty. After the Song Dynasty, the copyright of poems and lyrics all belong to oneself.
The father chuckled, "Okay, A'Luo can get such a verse at the age of six, your mother is careful. The board is free. Dad will come to Tangyuan to listen to your poems!"
As soon as these words came out, countless sharp eyes were shot from the hall "swish". Cheng Qing lowered his head to ponder the very heavy sentence the old man said, "Your mother is paying attention!" I thought, you are afraid that you think this poem was taught to me by the Seventh Lady. But, fortunately, it would be strange for a person who could not hand in his homework three months ago and almost touched the board suddenly wrote such a poem. The Seventh Lady also said that A'Luo didn't like poetry and did not learn well enough. Cheng Qing stepped back to Madam Seven and stood quietly thinking. The Seventh Lady didn't teach her daughter to write this poem. After returning home, she had to find an opportunity to dispel the Seventh Lady's doubts.
The father said again: "Our Li family can also be called a high school in Ning Country, a scholarly family. From now on, we need to be more diligent so as not to cause people to laugh!" At this point, the voice has turned harsh.
Everyone in the hall was busy and agreed. Disperse slowly, each back to his own residence.