The Notre Dame system is arrogant again

Chapter 180 This Is Called Modern Poetry

"...Sister, uncle told me that he doesn't want to study anymore." Zhang Daniu whispered.

Zhang Xiaohua was surprised.

"really?"

Zhang Daniu nodded.

It's hard for Zhang Xiaohua to understand. In ancient times, there were people who didn't want to study?Not to mention obtaining fame and fame, even the fact that reading does not require physical labor is enough to tempt people. Why is this Uncle Zhang a different kind?

Or is it just cheating Zhang Daniu?
"What did my uncle say?" Zhang Xiaohua lowered her voice.

Zhang Daniu looked up at Zhang Erniu, at this time Zhang Erniu was eating pancakes, and he didn't even look at them.

Children are active and consume a lot of energy. Children in the country don’t have much oil and water. Their stomachs are like a bottomless pit. No matter how much they are filled, they can’t be filled.

He and his sister are better. Some time ago, he fed his stomach a little bit, and he was not idle when he came back. He went to Renjiahua Hutong to eat roast chicken every day.

Thinking of eating delicious food behind his brother's back, Zhang Daniu felt a little ashamed, but he couldn't help it. He was also afraid that his brother would talk nonsense.

"...Uncle said, farming is good. When you are tired, you can lie on the field, look at the sky, look at the clouds, and do poetry and so on. It is more interesting than taking an exam for a show!" Zhang Daniu said, pulling back his thoughts.

Zhang Xiaohua's eyes widened. Is Uncle Zhang so romantic?

Zhang Daniu humbly asked his sister for advice.

"What do you think is so good about the sky and the clouds? How can it be interesting?"

"What my uncle reads is not the sky and clouds, but poetry. This is for people with rich literary and artistic cells. You may understand when you grow up." Zhang Xiaohua said casually, still surprised by Zhang Xiaoshu's romantic feelings.

Zhang Daniu curled his lips, probably because he had been with Zhang Xiaohua for a long time, and he also often curled his lips and rolled his eyes.

"As if you understand it!"

Zhang Xiaohua raised her chin.

"Of course!" He turned his eyes and said in a low voice, "Brother, I'll make you a poem, tell it to my uncle, don't say I said it, you just say you heard it in the capital city. "

"You can also compose poetry?" Zhang Daniu looked like it's okay to stop talking.

"Tch, what's so difficult about writing poetry!"

Don't forget my sister, I am standing on the shoulders of three thousand civilizations, there is still plenty of poetry!

"Listen!" Zhang Xiaohua coughed lightly, but still said in a subdued voice, but with a little more emotion, "I'm leaving gently, just as I came lightly, I waved lightly as farewell to Xitian Clouds! How are you?"

Zhang Daniu frowned.

"What kind of poem is this? The words and sentences are different!"

"This is called modern poetry! Do you think it's poetry if you look at it for two or three miles, four or five houses in Yancun, six or seven trees in front of the gate, and eight or ninety flowers? Then there are, geese, geese, Qu Xiang Singing to the sky, white hair floats in green water, red palm touches the clear waves, what! Their words and sentences are different, but these are all poems! The definition of poetry is not the length of words and sentences, but the artistic conception, do you understand, artistic conception!"

Zhang Daniu shook his head immediately, Yijing, what is that?

But now he was shocked by his sister, she didn't feel anything when she walked away lightly, the white hair floating on the back was really "poetic"!

"The artistic conception is what my uncle said. It is very interesting to look at the sky, look at the clouds, and make poems."

Zhang Daniu frowned and thought hard.

"Goose, goose, geese, singing to the sky, white feathers floating in green water, red palms clearing the waves. I like this poem. It is about a group of big white geese swimming in the river, right? That one looks two or three miles away, Yancun Four or five houses, six or seven trees in front of the gate, eight or ninety flowers, are they about our village?"

Zhang Xiaohua spoke very quickly just now, but Zhang Daniu didn't expect Zhang Daniu to not only memorize it, but also to understand the meaning easily, which surprised her. Could it be that this child is still a young genius?
"I left lightly, just as I came lightly. I waved lightly to be the clouds in the western sky. There are sky and clouds. My uncle said that it is interesting to look at the sky and clouds. Did you do this? ?” Zhang Daniu struggled to understand.

Although it was wrong, Zhang Xiaohua was also a little excited. Even if this child is not a genius, he is also a top student. Look at this memory, say it once, and remember it, and understand it so deeply!
"Yes, that's it!" Zhang Xiaohua nodded hurriedly.

Zhang Daniu continued to think.

"But your sky and clouds, I still don't feel like poetry."

"What do you care about so much? It would be nice to have a cloud in the sky. My uncle will like it."

"...At least not complete." Zhang Daniu said after a pause.

Zhang Xiaohua made a puff, coughed, and stared at Zhang Daniu with wide eyes.

"How do you know it's incomplete?"

"Felt."

God!Zhang Xiaohua was startled.

"What are you doing, haven't you finished eating yet?" Mrs. Zhao came in and saw the two children staring at each other.

Zhang Erniu said loudly over there.

"Mom, they're talking bad things!"

Needless to say, his brothers and sisters immediately glared at him, but Zhang Erniu spoke with confidence.

"Who told you not to tell me!"

Mrs. Zhao listened and asked.

"What bad things did you say?"

Zhang Erniu pursed his mouth.

"They don't ask me to listen, I don't know."

"What do you mean I won't let you listen? You will know whether you have heard it or not!" Zhang Xiaohua quickly ate the rice in her bowl, and said cheerfully, "Mom, I will wash the dishes for you, and I will go dig wild vegetables on the mountain later." Go, good to eat with dipping sauce at night."

"Don't run around!"

"understood."

Seeing that his mother didn't take his words seriously, Zhang Erniu was very depressed, looked at his elder brother, and said something.

"You take me to play, I won't tell mother."

Seeing his brother's pitiful appearance, Zhang Daniu couldn't bear to refuse, so he hummed indiscriminately and left.

"Brother, where are you going?" Zhang Erniu wanted to follow.

Zhang Daniu waved his hand.

"I'm going to cut pigweed, you should stay home."

Zhang Erniu was very disappointed, but Zhang Xiaohua, who was washing the dishes, was doing well again. The elder brother probably went to cut pigweed without the ugly girl, so he could go to Sanhu to play, and he was happy thinking of this.

"Mom, I'm going to play with Sanhu!"

His son and daughter are so sensible, Mrs. Zhao was very pleased, and frowned upon hearing this.

"You are old enough to know how to play! Go, feed the chickens, and turn over the wheat."

"Can you and I play?" Zhang Daniu asked with certainty.

Reluctantly, Mrs. Zhao waved her hands to say yes, and Zhang Erhu ran away happily.

"Really, I'm already ten years old, I just know how to play, and I don't help adults with some work!" Zhao babbled.

"Mother, the second brother is still young, and he will be as big as the eldest brother."

Even though Mrs. Zhao scolded her son, she was not really dissatisfied, and patted Zhang Xiaohua's head after listening.

"It's still my daughter!"

"Of course, I am your little padded jacket!"

"Stinky girl!" Mrs. Zhao patted her, "Be careful, don't hit the bowl!"

"I know mother!"

Mrs. Zhao looked at the little girl who was washing the dishes, and suddenly she was in a bad mood because she remembered the gift money.

……

After eating, the villagers dispersed, Mr. Zhang went back to sleep in the backyard, and Uncle Zhang was driven into his room by Zhang Qingshan to study his homework.Uncle Zhang didn't want to, so Liu asked him to go out for a walk. Uncle Zhang gave his mother a grateful look, and left in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)