meaning of aurora

"It's not easy for me to describe the specifics. It's mainly a feeling." When Meng Xinzhi saw Zongji, he hurried over, directly linked his arms, and said with a smile: "Dad, please help explain, I This is the first time I came to Liaobo, but my father brought me here."

"Then Ah Xin remembers the first time you came here, what kind of exhibition did you see?"

"What we saw at that time should be a joint exhibition of ancient calligraphy, painting and silk embroidery, right?"

"Ah Xin has a really good memory."

"I actually forgot. I was still so young at that time, because my father sometimes recalled the past, and slowly I was able to piece together the memories of my childhood."

"Well, the special exhibition we saw that time exhibited a total of 41 pieces/groups of calligraphy works. In chronological order, it began in the pre-Qin period and ended with calligraphy works in the Qing Dynasty. It showed the evolution of ancient Chinese calligraphy. Many Authentic works are all surviving orphans, and the Liaobo Museum has a very rich collection in this regard.”

"Yes, Dad. I just discussed with Mr. Nie the only surviving authentic work by Wang Xizhi and the two running scripts by Ouyang Xun."

"The number of authentic calligraphy in Liaobo is not limited to Wang Xizhi and Ouyang Xun. We came to a lot of impressive ones last time. Do you still have an impression, Xin?"

"Let me think about it, did I just finish reciting Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing Ling Ding Yang" at that time?"

"Yes, the fearful beachhead speaks of fear, and the lonely ocean sighs alone. Who has never died in life since ancient times? Keep the pictures to reflect the history. Were you less than seven years old at that time?"

"So, I started memorizing it so early because I watched "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" at Liaoning Museum?"

Nie Guangyi regained some sense of existence.

"It seems that Dad didn't bring it for nothing. Your mother also said, how can you remember it when you are so young."

"Big head, you haven't passed out, how do you know you'll be fine after getting off the plane?" Nie Tianqin winked at Nie Guangyi, hoping that he could stand next to Meng Xinzhi, and don't let the father and daughter just keep going like this. Let's talk.

It's all right for a girl to grow up and still be obsessed with her father?

"Why do you call me big head again?" Nie Guangyi became so angry that he let go of himself directly: "I haven't passed out, haven't I been afraid of flying? If you don't believe me, just ask the girl, and you will know that I can do anything when I am afraid of flying." .”

"Lu You... family letter..." Meng Xinzhi tried hard to recall, "At that time, I first recited Lu You's "Shower" and Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day. Lu You's authentic running script "Self-written Poems" said that paragraph at the end, didn't it?"

The relationship between the father and daughter has always been extremely harmonious.

"What's the matter, Professor Nie, is there something wrong with you?" Nie Guangyi was rare and sensitive at the moment.

Meng Xinzhi chatted with her father well, but she never thought that Nie Guangyi would lead the topic to her at such a time, and it was still such an embarrassing memory.

He would never admit that it was because he couldn't get in the conversation between Mengxin's father and daughter that he wanted to talk to his father first.

If elder brother Zong Guang can like Meng Xinzhi because he has no blood relationship, then if he is so ignorant of ethics, the father and daughter are also not related by blood.

"Family letter?" Meng Xin didn't have a clue, "Dad, wait a minute, I'll think about it again."

Such harmony, in Nie Tianqin's eyes, only abnormality remained.

"Yes, Dad, I now feel that the scenes of my first visit to Liaobo Museum when I was a child passed before my eyes one by one."

"Dad, wait for me to recall that scene, did I say, [Wow, this is written by Wen Tianxiang, this is the first time I have been so close to a historical figure in the textbook, I seem to be able to see Wen Tianxiang writing a letter. 】”

"Professor Nie, airsickness is the same as fear of flying. You'll be fine once you get off the plane."

"No, no, it's just that I got airsick after taking the plane this morning." Nie Tianqin naturally wouldn't reveal his true thoughts.

How come it's a girl who is over 20 and still rubbing against her father?
Nie Tianqin was so sad, but he hadn't reacted yet.

Lying like a bow, standing like a pine, and sitting like a bell are all the crystallization of the wisdom of our ancestors, and it is the code of conduct that Guangyi has strictly abided by since he was a child.

"Is that so? Then how do I remember that I said a word at that time."

Even if he was not embarrassed by what an adult did after he was afraid of flying, Dream Heart would feel embarrassed for him.

"No, if it's Wen Tianxiang, why do you say writing letters? Should you say writing poems?"

"Afraid and fearful, I sighed alone in the ocean. Who has never died in life since ancient times? Keep the pictures to reflect the history." Meng Xinzhi thought for a while: "It seems that I did not say that I wrote a letter, so why did I react like this at that time? Did I remember wrongly? I said this in a dream, not in reality?"

Because it was too embarrassing and didn't know how to organize the words, Meng Xinzhi put down the hand holding his father.

Nie Tianqin, however, was satisfied with his son's change of subject, and he took over the topic that his son ran over to very smoothly: "Miss Xiaomeng, this kid Guangyi might fly, what did you do?"

"What?"

"Ah Xin reversed the order. Liaobo Museum does have Wen Tianxiang's original work, but it is not "Crossing Ling Dingyang", but a cursive work "Wooden Chicken Collection Preface."

"Okay, Ah Xin thinks about it slowly, if you don't remember it, Dad will remind you again."

Zongji looked at his eldest daughter, "That's right, you just got the name wrong, you just changed Wen Tianxiang to Lu You, and it's not textbooks but extracurricular books, you were just in primary school at that time, first grade There is no such complicated poem as "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" in the textbook. Ah Xin tried to think in the direction of the letter from home."

Because his concept had just been challenged, he had entered into a state where the grass and trees were in harmony, and he even felt that the scene of Meng Xinzhi and Zongji getting along was a bit weird.

"That's right! Did the scattered memories piece together all of a sudden?"

Since Guangyi was seven years old, he hasn't been so obsessed with him, right?

Nie Guangyi did not receive Nie Tianqin's wink at all.

Who doesn't have a dad who can talk about anything?

"Father is the best." Meng Xinzhi leaned on Zongji's body.

Nie Tianqin praised his son in his heart.

The son's love has to be defended by the son himself.

Meng Xinzhi thought for a while, and answered as usual as not as embarrassing as possible: "Mr. Nie read a letter, and the plane almost turned back for an alternate landing."

"Boss! You wouldn't lie about saying that there was a threatening letter on the plane, would you? That's not allowed, it's illegal."

"My dear father, I read the letter you wrote to me and cried directly on the plane. If the girl hadn't come forward and said that it was because she broke up with me that caused me to cry, I might have obstructed the flight. Safety was asked to get off the plane by the security officer."