Chapter 750

Lin Yixia said: "next time brother Qianqian comes, will Diandian take the initiative to make peace with brother Qianqian?"

He nodded and said, "good!"

Lin Yixia touched his head, raised his lips and bent his eyebrows.

&

When Jiang Chen comes back, Lin Yixia tells Jiang Chen what happened in the afternoon.

Lin Yixia said happily: "I really didn't expect that the little aloe, which is so precious, was for us to see."

The river trace surprised picked to pick eyebrow.

Lin Yixia asked: "later you must remember to praise the little aloe."

Jiang Chen asked, "where is the spot?"

Lin Yixia said: "on the balcony, I always look at the little aloe and say that I'm afraid that the little aloe will be bitten by insects."

Jiangchen goes to the balcony, squats down and claps his hands at Diandian. Diandian is very happy to see his father coming back and plunges into Jiangchen's arms.

Jiang trace said with a smile: "the little aloe grows so big!"

Nodding and talking, he stretched out two small hands and said, "I changed a big flowerpot for aloe vera. It grows bigger. It's so big!"

Jiang Chen looks at the little Aloe Vera that has been moved to the "new flowerpot". He can't help laughing. Only Xia Xia has the idea of using a mineral water bottle as a flowerpot.

At this time, Lin Yixia came over, she said: "Diandian, this afternoon my mother taught you the poem, do you want to recite the poem to my father?"

The little girl blushed.

He's a little shy.

The smile on Jiang Chen's face was deeper. He said, "then give it to Dad!"

Diandian's father wanted to hear it, but he was not shy. He blushed and said, "the name of the poem is Yongliu. It was written by a poet long ago. His name is he Zhizhang."

Jiang Chen waited patiently.

Lin Yixia smiles and looks at her with encouragement.

"Jasper make-up into a tree height, ten thousand down green silk tapestry. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors... "The voice is crisp and tender, but each word is particularly clear. He straightens his back and explains aloud:" Mom says that the poet likes spring very much, he compares spring breeze to a pair of scissors, praising it for cutting out spring. My mother also said that the ancient people were very clever. They could say a long paragraph in a few words. The ancient people were also willing to share and leave good poems to future generations. Therefore, we should not fail the ancient people. We should understand the meaning of the poems and learn to share them. "

Jiang Chen was quite surprised.

Although he knows that his son is smart, no matter how smart he is, Diandian is just a child under three years old. He can recite poems without saying them, but he can still give such a long list of explanations. It's really not easy.

Jiang trace looks at his Xia Xia, the radian of the corner of his mouth is bigger and bigger, he affirms again in the heart, his Xia Xia is not only a good wife, but also a good mother.

Lin Yixia receives Jiang Chen's eyes with praise and love. Although she keeps calm on her face, there is already a little person in her heart who is cheering and cheering.

No way, she is so powerful, her son is so powerful!

Dian Dian took a breath and whispered, "brother Qianqian, next time I come to play, I will share my little aloe with him. I will take the little aloe with him to bask in the sun."

Lin Yixia laughed, holding a little bit of the forehead, hard to kiss a mouthful.

She spent half a day teaching Diandian how to share. This time is really not wasted! Diandian finally understood the real meaning of sharing!