"The rain is clear and the smoke is late. The green water is full of new ponds. Swallows fly to the Weeping Willow Courtyard, and the curtains of the small pavilion are rolled up."
Looking at the floating clouds passing by in the sky, Su Qianqian suddenly remembered the lines from Feng Yansi's "Qing Ping Le· Rain, Clear Smoke and Evening".
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 so sad that you cannot control yourself, your heart will be like an 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 to be washed.
Su Qianqian looked at the reflection of the clear sky in a few puddles. After the rain, the sky cleared up, just waiting for the smoke to rise.
I accidentally noticed the gaze diagonally opposite me.
That Tongtong who wants to be her sister is looking at her again!
What is Tongtong thinking? Why does he keep looking at her?
Could it be that she is planning to repeat the 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 after half of what he said?
Character determines fate?
She doesn't think so.
She feels that the environment has the greatest impact on a person. Isn’t there a saying about Meng’s mother moving three times and Orange in the south and Orange in the north?
Su Qianqian blinked lightly, lowered her eyes, and looked at the water-filled ground under her feet.
Let Grandpa Li and Uncle Tong discuss it.
She still listened quietly to Uncle Wang's singing, and then waited for lunch.
Hmm? Sing?
Uncle Xiao Wang seems to have stopped singing for a while.
Su Qianqian turned to look at Uncle Xiao Wang's and Grandma Zhao in front of the hall door. The two of them were still talking and laughing!
I just don’t sing anymore.
Could it be that Uncle Xiao 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 want to say that character cannot determine everything."
Huh? 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 just said that character determines destiny? 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 is real!
Tongtong winked at Tongshuai.
"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Tong Shuai wiped the corner of his mouth and looked at Tong Tong.
Why did his daughter look 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 day while Tongtong was reading, he would sit beside him and read for half an hour, so that the other two little guys also took small stools and little books and sat next to him in a decent manner.
I also read books.
Zhan Yundu said that he has made progress now and knows how to lead by example and can be a role model for his children.
Tongtong listened on the sidelines and joked that parents are their children's first teachers. Is dad ready to be a good parent to his younger brother and younger sister?
After hearing this, he laughed and patted his childish face and his childhood face. He said, "Hurry up and read. Dad is a teacher now."
Tongyan and Childhood grinned, lowered their heads obediently, and turned through the pages of the little book in front of them.
Why does Tongtong dislike him again now?
Tongtong opened his mouth, but before he could speak, 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 brat, as soon as he said that character determines destiny, this brat denied it!
He wanted to see what ideas this brat could come up with.
Tongtong turned to look at Principal Li, 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 is not allowed to say it, he has to say it.
If you cause trouble for yourself, even if you praise it all over the world, you still have to make it right.
What's more, what he said was not 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 he is, 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 cannot speak Mandarin well, it is because everyone in his environment is speaking his native dialect.
Like him, he would not say that Tongtong's Mandarin is not standard.
Because he himself speaks a strong Liujiacun dialect.
Tong Shuai raised his eyebrows inadvertently. It has been almost 20 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 this book.
It makes sense to say that all faith in books means no books at all.
"In addition to the environment, personal self-discipline is also very important." Tong Shuai thought for a while and looked at Principal Li seriously, "They say a gentleman should be cautious about independence."
Is that 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 is 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: "That does make some sense."
Look, Tong Shuai laughed and looked towards Tong Tong.
Tongtong blinked and thought about it thoughtfully. Ahem, she understood.
Dad actually knows how to take pictures of Principal Li’s pussy.
A gentleman beware of independence!
Haha! Su Qianqian smiled slightly, her eyes slid over Tongshuai's smiling face, glanced at Tongtong'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 small dimples appearing on her face.
Looking at the falling raindrops, Su Qianqian smiled slightly, with small dimples appearing on her face.
Every season you can encounter a rain, either pattering or misty...
And she just stood there, saying nothing, only listening and watching, just letting him know.
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.
The falling rain in Jiangnan has always been an eternal and gentle presence in her eyes.
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.
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So, another story began again.
Just like this moment, when she looked up, the rain had stopped, and the clear sky was showing a hint of blue...