Fourth Master's childhood sweetheart

Chapter 709

"Growing beans at the foot of the South Mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings and the bean seedlings are sparse. Chen Xing sorts out the wasteland and filth, and returns with the moon lotus."

In the courtyard of Qingning Palace, Yong Yu was shaking his head and reading a book.

Yong Yu is the first son of Suo Chuo Luo Qingyuan and Hong Hao.Now he is just five years old, and he can already learn to recite poems by himself.

This fine tradition of the Aixinjueluo family has been handed down from Yongyu.

Suo Chuo Luo Qingyuan sat on the big rock with Yong Yu, teaching her son to read.

"This poem is memorized very well, who wrote it?"

Suo Chuo Luo Qingyuan looked at her soft and cute son, and couldn't help thinking: "I don't know, was Hong Hao also so soft and cute when he was young?"

When he was young, she didn't experience it with him.But in the decades after him, she was able to accompany him all the time.

"This poem was written by Mr. Tao Yuanming. Mr. Tao Yuanming is indifferent by nature. He likes to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests and live a idyllic life. He is an idyllic poet."

Yong Yu was eloquent, and continued: "It's just that Mr. Tao Yuanming's farming skills seem to be a bit not very good."

Ok?
In the first half sentence, Yasu agreed very much.But why did the son have the feeling that "Mr. Tao Yuanming's farming skills don't seem to be very good" in the second half of the sentence?
Is there such a meaning expressed in Tao Yuanming's poems?

Yong Yu seemed to see his mother's doubts about his words, so he explained: "Mr. Tao Yuanming is planting beans at the bottom of Nanshan Mountain, and he will go out before dawn in the morning, and he will not go home until the moon sets and crows."

Suo Chuo Luo Qingyuan nodded, this is correct.This also shows Tao Yuanming's diligent character.

"However, even so, his beans are still full of grass and bean seedlings are scarce." Yong Yu sighed, and sighed: "Alas. A good poet who went to farm, really has no talent."

"A good field should be full of crops, but in fact? There are only a few sparse bean sprouts, and the rest are weeds."

"I'm afraid that Mr. Tao Yuanming spends more than half of his time farming every day on weeds? Er Niang, this weed is really powerful. Even though Mr. Tao Yuanming works so hard, it still keeps growing."

Having said this, Yong Yu stood up and looked at the garden in Ning Palace.

"Fortunately, the weeds in our palace are not so tenacious and lush. Otherwise... the gardeners would have no chance to rest."

...

What Yong Yu said made Suo Chuo Luo Qingyuan look a little dumbfounded.

She also read Tao Yuanming's poems when she was young.It's just that the master didn't tell her such a layer of information hidden in the poem, and she didn't realize it herself.

But my son, at such a young age, was able to read out such a layer of meaning in it.

When Hong Hao came back to the mansion that day, he looked a little tired.

Recently, Yinzhen has almost finished repairing the Old Summer Palace, and is taking Tong Jiaxili to rest and recharge his batteries.Hong Hao is in charge of half of the political matters.

Back at Qingning Palace, the first thing Hong Hao did was to find Suo Chuo Luo Qingyuan.

Outside the house, the mother and son are playing in the sun on the swing.

The sweet smile on Yong Yu's face is exactly what children looked like when they were young.

"Ama is back." Hong Hao walked up to the two of them, squeezed on the edge of the swing and sat down.Then, he hugged Yong Yu and sat on his lap.

"Oh, Yong Yu has gained weight."

Hong Hao patted his son and said: "When Ama and your mother were sitting on the swing, it was just right. Now with you, it seems a bit crowded."

At this moment, Hong Hao suddenly understood a truth.

This reason is the reason why Yinzhen always disliked himself in the past.

When he could be with Suo Chuo, Luo Qingyuan and the two of them in the world, but why did such a bad son appear?Could it be an annoying thing?

"Ama, I'm not fat."

Yong Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he whispered, "Ama just got fat."

"You kid, what are you talking about?" Hong Hao suddenly pulled his face, put Yong Yu off his lap, and said: "Go and see your brother, don't pester your mother-in-law all day long." .”

Where did he pester his mother-in-law?

Yong Yu felt very wronged, but there was still nothing he could do.Helpless, he could only sigh, turned around and went to the back room.

It's okay to go and see my brother.I don't know if my brother is drooling all over again today?

After driving her son away, Suo Chuo Luo Qingyuan couldn't help but said: "Look at you, I sent your son away as soon as I came here."

"Fortunately, your son is simple-minded, otherwise you should say that you don't want to see him."

"He doesn't think that I don't want to see him." Hong Hao said: "My Huang Ama used to treat me like this. I know that he thought I was blocking him and Huang Erniang."

Now, he also experienced this feeling.

However, his son's "upright" appearance is really exactly the same as when he was a child.He was a little more courageous, and even dared to say that his Ama was getting fat.

But is he really fat?
"I'm fat?"

Hong Hao looked at his arms and thighs, and he didn't seem to feel any fat.

Suo Chuo Luo Qingyuan took Hong Hao's arm and said, "You are busy with government affairs, you seldom ride or shoot, so it's okay to gain weight. Look at your stomach..."

There were many muscles in the past, but now they seem to be invisible.

Is that so?
Hong Hao thought about it seriously, and decided that he should exercise well when he is free.His Ama, besides being busy with government affairs, now also takes walks to exercise.

After all, the body is the capital of revolution.

PS: I read the verse about Zhongdou Nanshanxia before, and I was shocked at the time, and felt that such an interpretation was really powerless to refute.

Including these poets, including Zhu Xi who advocated Cheng Zhu Neo-Confucianism (I don’t like Zhu Xi very much. He proposed the preservation of the principles of nature and the destruction of human desires, but he himself was entangled with a nun...)
Therefore, the wisdom of the ancients is endless, and the stories hidden in the poems are also endless.

PS:

Yong Yu: Ama, you are getting fat.

Hong Hao:? ?What are you talking about?

Yong Yu: Ama, are you fat?Er Niang, do you think Ama has gained weight?

Haruhito: It seems a bit...the six-pack abs I used to have, but now I only have...seems to be only one piece.

Honghao: ...Really?Then I will start tomorrow, but I have to seriously exercise and exercise.

Yong Yu: Er Niang is right.

Hong Hao: Hehe. (Look at you kid, you want to practice calligraphy. If you can't finish practicing, don't sleep!)
(End of this chapter)