"The rain is clear and the smoke is late. The new pool of green water is full. Two swallows fly to the Weeping Willow Courtyard, and the curtains of the pavilion are rolled up."
Watching the floating clouds passing by, Su Qianqian suddenly remembered the sentences from Feng Yansi's "Qing Ping Le·Rain Qing Yan Wan".
That is my sister’s favorite thread-bound version of a sentence from a Song poem.
Words come across occasionally, and so does rain.
If you are sad, it will rain in your heart; if you are uncontrollably sad, your heart will be like a vast ocean.
When will the rain wash away the dust? When the rain hits our face and body, we will become clear and our eyes will become crystal clear.
Occasionally, I take a deep breath and discover that it turns out that sometimes it rains because the world needs a cleanse.
Su Qianqian looked at the reflection of the clear sky in a few puddles. After the rain, it was just waiting for the smoke to rise.
Inadvertently, he noticed the gaze diagonally across from him.
That Tongtong who wanted to be her sister was looking at her again!
What is Tongtong thinking? Why do you keep looking at her?
Could it be that she is planning to re-study fourth grade with her?
Su Qianqian glanced at Tongtong diagonally opposite from the corner of her eyes, and glanced at Uncle Tongshuai at the rear left.
At this time, it became quiet again and became silent.
And Grandpa Li, why did he suddenly stop talking even though he was halfway talking?
Character determines fate?
She doesn't think so.
She feels that the environment has the greatest impact on a person. Isn't there the method of Meng Mu's three moves and Nan Ju Bei Ju?
Su Qianqian blinked slightly, lowered her eyes, and looked at the watery ground under her feet.
Let Grandpa Li and Uncle Tong discuss it.
She would just listen quietly to Uncle Wang's singing, and then wait for lunch.
Um? Sing?
Uncle Wang seems to have stopped singing for a while.
Su Qianqian turned to look at Uncle Wang's and Grandma Zhao in front of the hall door. The two of them were still the same as before, and they were still smiling!
I just don’t sing anymore.
Could it be that Uncle Wang is accepting criticism again?
Su Qianqian raised her eyebrows slightly, maybe she was planning the next song?
"No," Tong Shuai raised his hand to wipe his face and smiled sarcastically, "I just think that personality cannot determine a lead."
Um? Su Qianqian was startled when she heard this, and turned to look at Tong Shuai.
Uncle Tong is too disrespectful to Grandpa Li.
Ahem, it seems that there is some truth to it. Could it be that Uncle Tong has the same idea as her?
"..." Tongtong turned around and glanced at his father. He was so disrespectful to Teacher Li.
Teacher Li, your character determines your destiny just now? Dad denied it!
Is this the attitude of asking for help?
Teacher Li has not yet agreed to which grade she should report to.
Dad, it’s true!
Tongtong winked at Tongshuai.
"What's wrong? Am I wrong?" Tong Shuai wiped the corner of his mouth and looked at Tong Tong.
His daughter looked at him with a hint of disgust.
He knew that he was uneducated and incompetent, but that was only in the past. Now he is a good citizen.
Every time Tongtong was reading, he would sit beside him and read the book for half an hour, so that the other two guys also took the stool and the book in a decent manner, sat next to him, and also read. The book is here.
Zhan Yundu has made progress now and knows how to set an example and be a role model for his children.
Tongtong listened and joked to him that every parent is a child's first teacher. Is his father ready to be a good parent to his younger brother and younger sister now?
After hearing this, he laughed and patted the faces of Tongyan and Qingchong. "Hurry up and read a book. Dad is a teacher now."
Tongyan and Childhood grinned, lowered their heads obediently, and turned through the pages of the book in front of them.
Why does Tongtong dislike him now?
Tongtong opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he heard Principal Li's voice.
"Character doesn't determine everything? Then why do you think it determines everything?"
Principal Li raised his lips slightly and looked towards Tong Shuai.
Hey, this bastard, he just finished deciding that his character determines his destiny, and this bastard rejected it!
He wanted to see what good ideas this bastard could come up with.
Tongtong turned to look at Principal Li, and then turned to Tong Shuai.
What kind of trouble does dad want to make? Are you showing off in front of Principal Li?
He's just like Teacher Wang back then, he's just mastering the class!
"Uh." Tong Shuai raised his hand and scratched his face, glanced at Tongtong, and then at Principal Li, "I think the environment, the environment in which the children live is more important."
Even if Tongtong doesn't give in, he will get it.
If you cause trouble for yourself, even if you praise it all over the sea, you still have to make it right.
What's more, he's not talking nonsense.
He remembered that not long ago, he seemed to have read in a book that in the beginning, people are inherently good and have similar habits.
As for the character, it is also caused by the environment. If you put a child in a pack of wolves, no matter how smart and wise you are, ten years later, he will be like a pack of wolves.
Isn’t this due to the environment?
The book also mentioned a problem about language learning. If a child speaks Mandarin substandardly, it is because everyone in his environment speaks his native language.
Like him, his Mandarin would not be substandard.
Because he himself speaks a strong Liujiacun dialect.
Tong Shuai raised his eyebrows inadvertently. It has been almost twenty years since Principal Li came to Liujiacun, but his Mandarin is still of the same standard.
It seemed that Tong Shuai couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe his face. After all, he couldn't believe everything in the book.
It makes sense to believe that all books are equal to no books.
"In addition to the environment, personal self-discipline is also very important." Tong Shuai thought for a while and looked at Principal Li seriously, "Every gentleman should be cautious."
There's nothing wrong with this, right?
Principal Li and Teacher Zhao must also speak Mandarin at home, right?
In fact, what does it have to do with Shendu?
To put it bluntly, it’s still an environmental issue.
Tong Shuai put down his hand and smiled at Principal Li. From the corner of his eye, he caught Tong Tong's somewhat surprised look.
What’s so surprising!
He understood what his daughter meant just now.
Flatter Principal Li!
Principal Li, who had narrowed his eyes and stared at Tong Shuai sideways, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and nodded slightly when he heard this: "It does make some sense."
Look, Tong Shuai laughed and looked towards Tong Tong.
Tongtong blinked and thought thoughtfully, ahem, she understood.
Dad actually knows how to pat Principal Li’s pussy.
A gentleman beware of independence!
hehe! Su Qianqian smiled slightly, her eyes slid over Tong Shuai's smiling face, and glanced at Tong Tong's smiling face, then turned to look at the cheerful Principal Li, and looked away.
A gust of wind blew in my face, blowing down a few drops of rain in front of the eaves.
Looking at the falling raindrops, Su Qianqian smiled slightly, with dimples appearing on her face.
Looking at the falling raindrops, Su Qianqian smiled slightly, with dimples appearing on her face.
Every season you can encounter a rain, either pattering or misty...
And she just stood there, saying nothing, just listening and watching, just letting him shine.
Because watching or listening to the rain, for her, and for those who watch the rain, there will be a sense of the eternity of the quiet time. This sense of eternity will allow people to still clearly remember a certain time at that time many years later. some details.
In her eyes, the falling rain in Jiangnan is always an eternal and gentle presence.
Just because, in the misty Jiangnan, the rain is always so dense and soft, it makes people feel as tender as water in that moment.
There is also that rainy night, a lamp is like a bean, and in the shadow of the bean blossom lamp, when listening or watching, I look for the same imprint in my memory. When my heart is touched, I grind a drop of ink, which is equivalent to falling on the letter paper. .
So, another story begins again.
Just like this moment, when she looked up, the rain had stopped, and the clear sky was showing a hint of blue...
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