The clock quietly arrived at nine o'clock, and the night was getting dark. In the master bedroom on the second floor, a little girl wearing a pink nightdress with the pattern of bow Bunnies in front of her bedroom desk was sitting in front of her desk, holding a pen and writing something seriously.
Xixi spent a lot of time planting with Lanxin tonight. Now she has just finished her work. And after taking a bath, the girl's long and thick hair spread lazily, with a little moisture. It looks like a little curly, but it has a special style.
The little girl also has a rabbit ear hoop that can fix the provocative bangs on her head. Her delicate and lovely face has been exposed from the trouble of her hair. Her skin is white and reddish, as delicate as clotting fat. The most attractive thing is that her big bright eyes are flickering and smart.
"Xiner, what has xiner done? She helped me loosen the soil The little girl is writing the experiment record of this day, but it is a big challenge for Xi Xi. When she writes a few words, she has to hold her chin with a pencil and think for a long time.
Yesterday, under the guidance of her father, the little girl had learned to write a record of the experiment. Although she was not very proficient and not very formal, Xi Xi Xi learned very quickly. After taking a bath today, she did not wait for her father to guide her. The little girl planned to write it herself first.
"For a while, take it to Baba, Baba will say, Xixi, you are so powerful!" The little girl thought happily.
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"Yang Xi's Diary of planting observation"
March 6, Wednesday, sunny day.
I grow it with my dad. Mom bought a beautiful flower pen, there are many! I also sent one to Lan Xin, who helped me with song soil. My father and I planted carrot head, cabbage head, and potatoes. My father and I give them water and change water for mung beans, hoping that they will grow up quickly.
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It seems that it is not very difficult!
The clever girl thought about it for a long time, and finally finished writing it. There were some words that she couldn't write. Xi Xi Xi also used Pinyin instead, because her father told her that she should first use pinyin instead of writing, and then look up the strange words in the dictionary later.
After Xixi finished writing, she happily raised her head and looked at the door. Her father had not finished bathing and came to check her experimental records. The little girl could not wait to show her father what she had written!
"A little more?" Xi Xi tilted her head and muttered.
Anyway, there was no other thing, Xi Xi then went on to write the fantastic ideas that came out of her mind.
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Dad said, a long time ago, Jack could plant a bean, and then grow a very long XX (here Xixi doesn't remember, left blank), you can pa in the sky, where there will be gold Dan sky E.
I grow a lot of mung beans! Can you also take me and dad to the sky to play? I want to ask Tian E for a super beautiful golden Dan!
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Xi Xi spent about ten minutes pondering these two paragraphs, and finally wrote them out. After writing them, she was quite satisfied and enjoyed herself for a long time.
Finally, the door of the master bedroom was knocked gently, and then Yang Yi pushed the door in.
"Baba!" Xi Xi happily jumped out of her chair and jumped down. She grabbed her homework book for writing the experiment report. Laughing, she ran to her father and said, "look at what I wrote."
The little girl handed the exercise book to her father. She was not satisfied. She took her father's hand and pulled him to the chair. She asked her father to sit in front of the desk and "carefully" examine her works. And she is leaning against the table, two small hands crossed behind her back, looking forward to the expression on her father's face, hoping to see the father's expression of appreciation for the first time.
After a few paragraphs, Yang Yi finished reading the contents of more than 100 words (if not counting the latter ones, they should be within 100 words).
"It's not bad." The rest of Yang Yi's eyes swept to Xi Xi. Looking at her expectant little eyes, she began to smile, praising as little girl would like.
In fact, Yang Yi still has a little opinion.
Because he felt that the content behind Xi Xi Xi was a bit miscellaneous, just like a little girl would chatter about many unnecessary details. As an experimental report, he did not need these contents.
But Yang Yi hesitated for a moment, did not give Xi Xi to point out.
"It's almost time to teach her to write a diary!" From these two paragraphs, Yang Yi can see that the little girl has a strong desire for creation.
Not to mention Yang Yi's psychological activities and her father's praise, Xi Xi immediately smiles with satisfaction. It seems that her efforts just now have been rewarded.
"Look it up in the dictionary and write the unfamiliar words on it." Yang Yi stood up and returned the chair to Xi Xi Xi. He sat down on one side of the round stool and said softly, "if you can't find out, ask dad again!"
Xi Xi has a good memory. She still remembers that she can't think of a word, but she can't write it. She didn't sit on the chair. Instead, she took her little book and squeezed into her father's arms. She leaned against her and pointed to it religiously: "Baba, look at this, what's the bean growing up to make him climb to the sky?""It's bean sprouts! Jack's peas can grow sprouts, but they are magic peas, which can grow such tall and strong seedlings Yang Yi said with a smile.
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In Jiangcheng Communication University, Cao Yaoli is in her bedroom to make a phone call. Several roommates nearby were also staring nervously at her phone call.
"Personally, I prefer classical music, but because of professional reasons, I usually listen to everything. Whether it's more popular at present, or popular music in the past, or national music, such as grassland songs, folk songs, and so on, I'm involved in it."
"Well, I've heard some rap music, but most of them are foreign rap music. I prefer blues or ballads."
"Favorite singer? At present, there is no pop singer I like very much. My idol is the Western soprano Mr. pavaro
"I've known about" I'm a singer ". After all, I signed up for it. I must have checked some introductions of your program in advance. I like the original intention you mentioned to explore the strength of singers. I think the music industry is a bit impetuous. There are too many idol singers mixed in the middle. On the contrary, many powerful singers can't make it out. I also hope to hear more excellent singers like good voices. Naturally, besides sound, singing skills are also very important. "
"OK, I see."
In the eyes of a group of roommates, Cao Yaoli ended the phone call.
"How about it? What about? Have you been chosen? " Several roommates asked with concern.
"Let me wait for the news. It's almost the same as the previous two phone calls." Cao Yaoli said helplessly.
"Then there should be drama!" He Yimin said quickly, "you have answered the phone three times, and Xiao Liu next door only answered once. It is estimated that she is yellow."
"It should be, she is so stupid, this girl, to say that she is a fan of Murphy." Cao Yaoli said with a smile, "fortunately, we have learned from the past, and we have also checked some strategies of others on the Internet."
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