Chapter 536

Lu Ming said, "it's snowy today. I'm afraid it's inconvenient for us to go home too late, so I went to school ahead of time."

Shi Xiaorui looks outside. Today, the temperature is not rising. The snow outside is still well preserved. If it doesn't melt all the time, the lower layer may turn into ice. When the ice is mixed with soil, it will be more difficult to walk.

"Ming'er, you'd better take a carriage these days. Don't walk. If you finish school early, tell Mr. Chen that you should stay in school to do your homework and wait for us to pick you up."

Lu Ming agreed, but he didn't care where he did his homework. Because he studied hard and well, Chen Fu Zi liked him very much. He was the master's favorite student. Of course, Chen Fu Zi didn't think it was troublesome for him to stay in school after school.

Lu Ming sat next to Shi Xiaorui for a while, which is quite rare. Lu Ming has homework every day, and he still has high requirements for himself. He has to preview every day after learning, and sometimes recite Tang tou song written by Shi Xiaorui. The time of the day is full, and even he has to squeeze out time for physical exercise.

"Mother, what's it like to write poetry?" Lu Ming asked suddenly.

Poetry?

Shi Xiaorui also wrote poems in the second period, but they are all modern poems. The standard of format is not so strict, and the key is to express feelings.

Even if it's a moan without illness, it has to squeeze out a little sadness and loneliness. Otherwise, what poetry do you write?

But this method is not suitable for children, so big a little bit, how do you know what is grief?

After thinking about it, Shi Xiaorui replied, "when writing poetry, one should grasp the format. Moreover, just like you write an article, one should have something to say."

At Lu Ming's age, when writing poetry, he wrote about his ideals, about his daily life, about the delicious food he ate, about the beautiful scenery he saw, and about a lot of subjects.

Shi Xiaorui's answer is in order. After all, she doesn't have any romantic cells. After reciting so many Tang and Song poems, she still can't write them. She doesn't have any Huigen to write them.

Lu Ming feels that although what Shi Xiaorui said is reasonable, it is not helpful for him to write poetry. After all, if poetry is so easy to write, there will not be so few famous poets.

Shi Xiaorui has read many poems. Some of them are written by famous poets, such as "snowflakes are as big as hands" and "I don't go out with the beaver slave". They are all about scenery and things. It can be seen that writing poems doesn't have to be magnificent, just like small things in daily life.

However, Lu Ming made the same mistake as novices. He got into the top of the ox horn and couldn't find anything to write about in his daily life. He griped his hair sorrowfully. Finally, he focused on the snow outside and decided to find the feeling of writing about the snow scenery.

Unfortunately, at this time, Lu Xiran finished his homework and began to play with Jin Miao and Su Wan in the yard.

The snow in the yard has been made a mess by them in the morning, and they have played snowball fights. Shi Xiaorui has an idea to teach them to make a snowman.

Lu Xilan had a good time in the yard. Lu Ming looked at it again and again. His mood of writing poems was almost broken up, so he went to the yard and joined them to make a snowman.

Because Lu Xiran insisted on piling up all the snowmen of her family. At first, the snowman was almost as high as herself. Later, when the snow was not enough, the snowman became smaller and smaller. When she piled up the ewe and the little black dog, she had to use two snowballs and black beans to make eyes.

These snowmen are arranged in a neat row by Lu Xilan. Besides their poor craftsmanship, they are also very interesting to watch.

Before going to bed at night, Lu Ming thought about the activities of this half afternoon. Suddenly, he felt something and wrote a poem about making a snowman. Although his literary talent is still very green, it seems that it is a little bit better than the poem he wrote this morning?

Lu Ming got out of bed quietly, picked up his pen and wrote down his poem.

Every time I write a poem in the future, if I can see the progress after a period of time.

Lu Ming put down his pen. He didn't worry about forgetting the poem when he woke up.

The next day, an Chang arrived at the school as usual. The first thing he did was to talk to Lu Ming. Because Chen Fu Zi didn't assign his homework yesterday, he didn't feel so conscious when he got home and played for most of the afternoon.

He vividly described his fight with his neighbor's children. At the end of the fight, there was no snow nearby, and he didn't know who started the fight. Then they smashed each other with mud.

Of course, in the end, they were pulled home by their parents.

"How were you yesterday? I remember your sister was about your age. She's sure to play together!"

"We've been making snowmen all afternoon and we've run out of snow in the yard."

"Oh, I didn't expect to make a snowman!"

Ann Chang has a little regret. But at the beginning of winter, there will definitely be snow in the future. I'm not in a hurry.

Shi Xiaorui is over the age of playing with snow. Yesterday, she was making a snowman with her children. Because she had been bending over, she felt a little uncomfortable today. From time to time, she wanted to reach out and hammer.

Yu Qingzhan laughed at her: "what you've done is too unworthy. If you don't have a patient, you can cure yourself?"

Smile to smile, she still asked Shi Xiaorui to sit forward, his hand to help Shi Xiaorui beat back.

Her strength was just right. Shi Xiaorui was knocked dizzy by her. The heater in her hand was filled with ordinary charcoal fire, without spices. She sent out constant warmth. Shi Xiaorui soon felt sleepy and was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, someone came to the hospital.

A cold wind along the steps of the visitors came in, Shi Xiaorui was blown by the cold wind, suddenly sobered up a lot, look again, or an acquaintance, Aunt Wang.

Since the murder case was discovered together, Aunt Wang hasn't come to find Shi Xiaorui for several days. The Purple River wagon in Shi Xiaorui's hand is almost bottomed out. If she doesn't come again, she can only consider changing a medicine.

Aunt Wang was carrying a basket and brought out a pottery bowl covered with coarse cloth.

"Here you are. I delivered this in person today. It's no problem."

What happened last time left Aunt Wang with a lingering fear. She didn't dare to accept placentas from others. She was afraid that there would be any more problems, so she came a lot less frequently.

Shi Xiaorui looks down, it's really fresh, no problem.

She was about to withdraw money to Aunt Wang, but she came close and said in a low voice, "that case before seems to have something to look forward to."

Shi Xiaorui's hand: "so fast?"

She took out two liang silver and put it into Aunt Wang's hand.

The silver on Aunt Wang's hand bumped. She made sure that the weight was OK and immediately put it away.