I took the imperial examination in the red building

Since it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is necessary to write about the moon. When the study of ancient literature explained the rhythm of flat tones to Lin Huan, he took Li Bai's "Gu Lang Yue Xing" as an example.

[Research on ancient literature: If Gu Langyue does not read the following sentences, the front is very suitable for children's thoughts, straightforward and thorough, and he does not know the moon when he is young, and he is called a white jade plate.He also doubted the mirror of Yaotai, flying in the blue clouds. 】

[Research on Ancient Literature: When time is tight, you just need to remember two sentences. First, in the same sentence, tones and tones appear alternately. Second, in different sentences, tones and tones appear relatively. 】

[Research on ancient literature: I didn't know the moon when I was young, and I called it a white jade plate.understand? 】

Lin Huan nodded.

The study of ancient literature deliberately picked out some simple points for attention to Lin Huan, and did not ask him to understand the difference between Yin, Ping and Yang Ping. After all, when children compose poems, they only need to have the right meaning.

The old gentleman called all the children together and said to them: "I don't care what kind of poem you make, as long as it has something to do with the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the time for one stick of incense is limited. This copybook."

Lin Huan added: "I want Yan Zhenqing too."

The old gentleman laughed loudly: "The boy is quite confident."

"It's conceited, right? This kid is too arrogant."

"I think he might not even be three years old, and he might not be able to read all the words, so he just wants to compose poetry, which is ridiculous."

"I don't know where the face comes from, but I dare to make a request."

Lin Huan turned a deaf ear to the gossip, but the people in the live broadcast room got angry.

[Cabbage Tofu Nao: Why do these people criticize a child, I don't believe they weren't so confident when they were young. 】

[Ah: There should be a sense of crisis. Although the old man has retired, he must have a lot of connections. They all came to the limelight at this poetry meeting, but now the limelight is given by Huan Bao, regardless of whether he does it or not. Huanbao got the limelight when he came up with poems. 】

[Wuyu: I think you are right. I have often met this kind of people before. I feel that I have been robbed of the limelight, so I secretly slander others, and those who spread rumors to harm others are outrageous. 】

[Sweetheart: Come on, Huanbao! ! !Slap them in the face with poetry! ! ! 】

[A disagreement: Can Huanbao really write poems?I saw him wandering around for a long time, afraid. 】

Lin Huan walked around the pavilion, and finally just sat on the ground and started to be in a daze.

He only got the first two sentences, but he couldn't think of the last two sentences.

According to what the ancient literature teacher told him, the last two sentences are generally lyrical or thematic, homesickness, sadness, etc. can be used.

But Lin Huan is only a three-year-old child, how can there be so many worries to write about?

He thinks Mid-Autumn Festival is a good day!There are sweet moon cakes, and crabs with rhubarb and lots of them. His mother never allows him to eat more, and he is so greedy.

The time for a stick of incense passed quickly, and after everyone drank two glasses of wine, the stick of incense burned to the end.

Those people who didn't know what was on their minds clamored for Lin Huan to read his poems first, and were ready to laugh at him.

Lin Huan put his hips on his hips: "The youngest or the oldest must come first! How could it start with me as the middleman?"

Someone laughed at him: "I'm afraid it's because the poem hasn't been written yet? Don't cry later."

Lin Huan directly made a face at him.

Among the first few children, some couldn't do it, and some couldn't read at all, and some of them could do it. The old man shook his head when he heard this.

The only one who did better was Yu Zhi, and the old man even praised him for being good.

Yu Zhi winked at Lin Huan triumphantly, and when he came down from the front, he squeezed to Lin Huan's side: "How about Huanbao? You told us to study hard before, but I did study hard. Later, if you Don’t cry if I can’t win? But, if I win, it’s useless to ask for that copybook, I’ll definitely give it to you!”

【Sweetheart: Die laughing, ridicule from Yu Zhi.jpg】

[A disagreement: Guigui, a different friendship...? 】

[Wai Diu: It's very similar to me and my little boy, although we always fight each other, but when he is in trouble, I will always be his father hahaha. 】

Lin Huan directly pushed him away: "Hmph! I won't lose to you!"

The person in front had just finished reading his own poem, and when it was his turn, Lin Huan walked in with a stutter.

"Yo, familiar kid." The old man smiled, "Where's your poem?"

Lin Huan was still full of confidence just now, but he lowered his head facing the old man: "There is a bright moon in the sky, and deep autumn in the world.

Cold chrysanthemum stands proudly on the branches of frost, and the bright wind biases the good times. "

"This poem..." Some people shook their heads. According to their aesthetic evaluation, it is actually average.

The old gentleman laughed: "Are you studying now?"

"I've read it, and I've learned three hundred thousand." Lin Huan said.

"Have you ever read the Book of Songs?" He asked again.

This time Lin Huan shook his head: "No, I only learned three hundred thousand."

The old gentleman asked the others present: "Have you ever read books? What books have you read?"

The rest fell silent.

"Your poems are good, but it's rare to have different opinions." The old man said, "Liu Yuxi once said in a poem that since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. Your poem has the same artistic conception."

Lin Huan blushed. In fact, when he was composing a poem, he asked about it in the live broadcast room.

He felt that he was happy all year round and didn't have so many sorrows, so he made two lines of poems that didn't feel right, so he changed them according to the instructions taught in the live broadcast room.

The old man continued: "This poem also pays attention to mediocrity. At your age, it's already pretty good."

The rest were unconvinced: "Is this poem worth a copybook for Mr.?"

"Anyone who can compose poetry is better than him."

The old man's smile faded, he looked around, looked at the resentment and jealousy on their faces, and said, "When you were three years old, did you know how to compose poetry? I'm afraid some people can't even recognize the words! Why do you have to embarrass a three-year-old?" kid?"

The faces of all the people present were hot.

They suddenly realized that the person standing below was only a three-year-old child. The poem was a bit too childish for them, but it was enough for a child who had never been exposed to poetry.

Lin Huan was smiling while holding the copybook he had won. He looked happy on the surface, but those who mocked him only felt a slap in the face.

After leaving everyone's sight, he couldn't help jumping up: "Yeah!!!"

"Ah, I won the copybook myself!" Lin Huan rubbed his hands excitedly, "The Huahua and watercolors I gave to Ba Da last time were exchanged with your family's money! This time, I won the copybook myself!"

Holding the copybook as if he had found a treasure, he wished he could rush back to send something to Shen Juan and write a letter.

【Ah: I'm so sore, Huanbao misses brother Tired so much, and I want to be missed by Huanbao too. 】

[A disagreement: No way, Brother Juan is also very good to Huanbao, the glass fish tank alone is so expensive. 】

[Hee hee ha ha: The love between father and son (?) running in both directions, laughs to death. 】

[Research on ancient literature: I... am so greedy for that copybook!Yan Zhenqing's copybook!Huanbao, let's talk about it, can you borrow me to copy it before you send it out, and I promise to return it to you tomorrow. 】

Lin Huan scratched his head: "Yes!"

If it weren't for the ancient literature research teacher, he wouldn't even know how to compose a poem, let alone this copybook.

[Research on ancient literature: ... Huanbao, you... don't trust others so easily next time, do you know how valuable this thing in your hand is to us?That's a sky-high price. What if someone with a bad intention deceives you and doesn't return the copybook?You can't travel across time and space to get it back. 】

[Sweetheart: Yes, Huanbao, you can take care of yourself, there are many people who are cheated. 】

[Speechless: The people in the live broadcast room should also be careful. Don't think that Huanbao is lying because he is young. He can't catch you but we can.Huanbao, don't do private transactions in the future, choose those transactions that are mentioned on the public screen, and it is best to tell us before the transaction. 】

Lin Huan scratched his head and smiled sweetly: "You are all my friends. I only gave ancient literature to my husband. I wouldn't give it to someone else. I'm not a fool."

[Ah: Zai Zai is so cute!Feel the joy of raising cubs! 】

[Preoccupied: I'm sorry, you treat me as a friend, but I want to be your mother. 】

Lin Huan: "?"

Pooh!

He used to be offended and angry when they said they wanted to be his father/mother, but now he understands that they just want him to be cute!

Huanbao, who claims to be the smartest and cutest child in the world, went to find Lin Ruhai happily.

It turned out that his father was there too.

So he happily shared his copybook with the two of them, and said to Yu Zhi who was waiting beside him: "Although I won, I will not give you the copybook. I want to give this copybook away. But I can give you Kangkang!"

Yu Zhi wailed: "Chouhuanbao, I said I would give you the copybook!"

He squeezed out two tears and showed Lin Huan.

Lin Huan hurriedly said, "Oh, don't cry, I'll give you something to play with, okay? I got a doll toy some time ago, and later my dad asked someone to make some more, so I can give you one to play with?"

Yu Zhi stopped his voice immediately: "As expected of you, Huanbao!"

He pulled Lin Huan to look at the doll.

Lin Huan had a good eye, because he knew that there would be many people at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair, so he brought a box of dolls over, planning to sell his own dolls at the poetry festival, and now it would be no trouble to pick one out for Yu Zhi.

In the end, Yu Zhi didn't know if he had inherited his father's business acumen, but he thought of one thing the moment he saw the doll.

"Huanbao, are your doll's clothes all made of fabric?"

Lin Huan nodded: "Yes, the fabric used, what's the matter?"

Yu Zhi asked slyly, "You doll, do you want to share money?"

"Split it! My mother said she would give it to me!"

Yu Zhiyi clapped his hands: "What a treasure! How can Fa Cai not take me? Let's go! I'll push the doll with you! But you have to promise me one thing!"

Lin Huan looked at him silently.

Yu Zhi chuckled: "Huanbao, you forgot, my family runs a silk shop, who has more fabrics than mine? I have any style you want! Every year those moldy fabrics are thrown away. How much, I will talk to my father later, and ask him to give me some fabric, can we do business together?"

Lin Huan was a little moved.

Two days ago, he heard from his mother that it was very troublesome to get these fabrics. If you buy one alone, you won't use much, and it will be wasted. If you use rags, there are not so many of them, which is very troublesome.

It's all good now, if you cooperate with Yu Zhi and his family, don't think about the fabric issue!

Lin Huan patted Yu Zhi on the shoulder: "Good brother, let's make money together!"

"Ok!"

The author has something to say: I made up the poems randomly, and there are references.

I hope a rich woman will come and take me to make money together (bushi)

Already correcting my schedule today! ! !Try to be in bed before 3 am

感谢在2021-08-1708:26:41~2021-08-1718:34:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: sooner or later, he and Masashi Kishimoto belonged to 20 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!