in2ebook Chapter 320 expresses the author's mood
Chapter 320 expresses the author's mood
Mother Ji walked alongside her, occasionally breaking off a branch and handing it to her. Father Ji, with a bamboo tube of water hanging diagonally from his body, followed behind the mother and daughter with a smile, "Shushu, Daddy has never seen such a large field of peach blossoms in his life!"
The old scholar couldn't help humming as he spoke, "The blossoms are so lush they're almost dazzling, and only shallow grass can hide horse hooves. Mr. Xiangshan wasn't kidding me! The pollen is so tender and pink, just like Mingxi's little face. Haha, it's blooming beautifully!"
"Grandpa, where's my face!" The shell that had just been fired came rushing down again, "Where's mine!"
Forced to treat everyone equally, Ji's father racked his brains to praise his fat grandson, "The whole tree is full of red flowers, and the branches are ablaze with spring colors. It's so full of life and vitality, just like Yun Xiao."
Ji Lao Er, who was waiting for his parents with his little niece, said slowly, "Daddy, where's Lele?"
One only regrets not having read enough books when one needs them. Father Ji, who was called upon, racked his brains and racked his brains, his old face turning redder than a peach blossom.
For a while, the children pestered Ji's father to quote scriptures to praise themselves, while Ji's mother and Wangshu walked to the front without any hindrance.
The mother and daughter walked forward hand in hand. Mother Ji looked at her eldest daughter with eyes full of joy. "Shushu looks so beautiful in this lavender four-warp silk gown with auspicious flower patterns, and against the flourishing flowers beside her, I can't tell which one is more beautiful."
"Why, Daddy doesn't write poems for me, but Mommy wants to read poems to me instead?"
"Haha, no no no, can't you praise Shushu?"
"Then praise me more!"
Talking and laughing all the way.
When we reached the top of the hill, we looked into the distance and saw peach blossoms blooming all over the hills. The spring breeze carried the fragrance of flowers, and all the other hills seemed small.
Outside the wall, many people looked up in groups of three or two. The spring scenery in the garden could not be contained, and this was the place where spring was most felt.
After a short rest, the group began to descend the mountain to the other side. The flowers in the wild peach forest were not as bright as those in the new forest, and the old branches were strong and weathered.
Wangshu allowed a few kids to climb up the branches to enjoy the spring. Tang Bo and Xiaolu supported them and watched. The fat kid was agile and climbed up the branches and twigs, which made Mingxi on the other side of the tree tremble a little. Tang Bo was so scared that he changed his standing position repeatedly and his eyelids were twitching.
The boy is so naughty and active that it makes people worried!
"Auntie Lu, Mingxi is scared." Xiaolu quickly picked up the little girl who had climbed to a height of one person. Wangshu looked around and pointed to a tall Hu guard. He asked Mingxi to sit on his neck and encouraged her to let go and touch the flowers and branches to practice her courage.
Finally, everyone spread a floral cloth on the grassy ground by the river and sat down. The water gurgled, peach blossoms bloomed, and the family gathered together, drinking milk tea, eating cakes, chatting and joking, a joyful occasion. Nearby, two painters watched and painted, devoting their utmost skill to imprinting the person's attire and demeanor, unlocking the essence of dynamic drawing.
The setting sun melted into gold, the evening clouds merged into a brilliant blue. Wangshu hugged her knees and admired it quietly. The gorgeous sunset glowed red on half of her face. Xiaoqing couldn't bear to disturb her, "Madam, the general is here."
The rosy glow is enveloping, as if there is a sense of touch. If the morning glow is not enough, stay out of the house; if the evening glow is too far away, it indicates that tomorrow will be a good day for traveling.
"Dad! You're here!"
"Well, did you have fun?"
“Have fun, pick flowers, climb trees, go up high, and look far away!”
"There are also sunset viewing, outings, and picnics~"
The breeze under the setting sun was filled with coolness. Wangshu brushed away the messy hair that was being blown in front of his eyes, no longer lingering on the last chilly afterglow. "It's cold. Let's go back."
Xiaoqing immediately helped her up, straightened her clothes, handed her a cane, and reminded her again: "The general is here."
Wangshu's expression did not change much as he looked at the tall man who was protecting his daughter as she climbed up to admire the flowers not far away. Although he felt a little unfair, a strong wind blew and the chill seeped into his body.
She walked over calmly, but smiled back at her daughter who was smiling sweetly at her from the tree, "Mingxi, it's time to go back. Do you still want to play?"
"Daddy is here, Mingxi is not afraid." He still wants to play.
Wangshu nodded, "Is Mingxi cold?"
"..." The little girl was wearing the same mother-daughter outfit as her. She had come in such a hurry that she hadn't considered the large temperature difference in the suburbs. The little girl felt it carefully and said, "It's a bit cold."
The group then hurried back. The man and Tang Bo divided the work, each carrying a baby sitting in front of the horse. With the man around, the baby paid less attention to the color of his eyes and felt more confident. Wangshu leaned back on the pillow and continued to listen to the chatter of her children. Lele looked at her and asked calmly, "Sister, are you unhappy?"
It's hard to tell when this person is unhappy. Ji Laoer is indeed quite silly. Wangshu crossed his legs, looking at his sister in a very good mood and asked her a question in reply, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk. Who wrote this poem, and what mood does the author express?"
The best way to defeat students is to examine their academic performance!
Throughout history, students have never loved studying, nor have they liked listening to teachers' questions. Ji Laoer didn't know whether her sister was in a good mood or not. She was in a terrible mood at the moment, chirping: "Sister! You're already out, and you're still writing poems and songs. What's the author's mood?"
"Li Yishan's poem is easy to understand. Lele, if you even forget this, I think there's no point in you studying. Follow Ji Shou and do business."
When it came to business and inheriting the family business, Ji Laoer, who was overwhelmed by the numbers, didn't dare to say a word or breathe when she got off the carriage. Wangshu didn't let her off and caught Ji's father and asked him how he raised his daughter.
Because of his failure to educate his youngest daughter, Ji Wenshu, who knew he was being exploited, was scolded by his eldest daughter. "Daddy, you are a scholar after all, how could you discipline Lele to this state? She can only write a few words?"
In the yard, Ji Wenshu was filled with depression. Ji's mother was holding Lele and was frozen in place. His son-in-law was holding Mingxi and leading Yunxiao by the hand as if nothing had happened. The servants were running away while pulling their ears.
Wangshu went back to his room to change clothes. The family sat down at the table and waited for dinner. Only then did Lele gasp for air and regretted it so much that he said, "I really shouldn't have said so much!"
After learning the whole story, everyone was speechless. Ji's mother was also helpless, "Le Le, the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk. Do you really not understand the meaning?"
"I've heard of the poem, but who wrote it, what was the mood..." She shrank her neck, "Who knows?"
"Mingxi knows that the sunset is very beautiful, but it is too close to dusk because it is about to get dark. The author thinks that the sunset is very beautiful but short, which is a pity."
Lele was also dumb now, pointing at her niece who was not even as tall as she was sitting when she stood up, "You...how did you know..."
"Mother said so." The little girl wrinkled her nose. "Aunt, you can't point fingers at Mingxi. Mother said that only those who make mistakes get pointed at."
Qin Xiuyuan looked at the fat man, who was waiting for the signal that dinner was ready. He swallowed the saliva that was about to flow to his mouth, his face wrinkled and huddled together in deep thought. As one of the two people who were enlightened by their own mothers, he hesitated and touched his nose, "It seems... yes?" Hearing the familiar footsteps, he straightened his back and dared not be ambiguous: "Yun Xiao doesn't remember."