Long Tianren held the note written by his daughter Xiao Dan in his hand for a long time without breathing. The note wasn't big. It was torn off from a 32-bit notebook. Looking at the page number on the note, Long Tianren began to rummage through his daughter's bag to find the notebook that could tear off the note. Xiao Dan, who had just entered the seventh grade, didn't have many things in her bag. There were fewer textbooks and fewer notebooks, which made it easier to find.
Xiao Dan had torn it out of her Chinese notebook, which meant that she had borrowed from the Chinese textbook. Long Tianren took out Little Dan's Chinese textbook. From the traces of flipping, he should have learned lesson 14, Autumn, which was written by He Qifang. Long Tianren read it word by word.
Shaking off the morning dew,
The sound of logging drifted out of the valley.
Put down the sickle that has eaten the fragrance of rice,
He used a basket to carry the fat fruits between the bamboo fences.
Autumn is resting in the farmhouse.
Cast a round net on the cold fog of the river,
The shadow of the green bream like Chinese tallow leaf was withdrawn.
The reed canopy is full of frost,
Gently rocking the small oars of the boat.
Autumn games on fishing boats.
The grass grew wider with the sound of the cricket.
Because the stream has dried up, I see the stone more clear.
Where is the flute on the ox's back?
The flute hole full of summer night's fragrance and heat?
Autumn dreams in the eyes of the shepherdess.
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This author called He Qifang was really talented. Every sentence, scene, paragraph, and image were combined together to form a three-dimensional structure. Moreover, the words used were so clear and unpretentious. They were incisive and old. It was written well, but it was completely different from what Dan had written. Since there was no article to use as a reference, how did Xiao Dan write something so explicit?
The textbook was a good textbook, and the teacher was a good teacher. However, it all depended on the individual.
Long Tianren put the books into Dan's bag one by one. Why did a fifteen-year-old child have to get involved in adult matters? It wasn't clear who had led Xiao Dan down the wrong path, but this wasn't a good sign. If he let Xiao Dan go like his wife, Pang Lan, who didn't care about him, Xiao Dan wouldn't even be able to finish high school. By then, it would be too late for regrets.
Now, all that was left in Long Tianren's hand was the note that Little Dan had written. Unfolding and folding, the paper strips changed into various shapes in his hands. He wondered how Dan was going to tell her when she came back.
"Dad, why aren't you sleeping in my room?”Little Dan's words scared Long Tianren.
"Oh, Dad wanted to come over and see you. Where did you go to come back so late?”Long Tianren pretended that nothing had happened and answered as casually as possible.
" I went to play with my classmates. Dad, go to sleep. I want to sleep," Dan said coquettishly.
Long Tianren said," Haha, Little Dan, are you sleepy already? Where did the energy from earlier on the street go?”
"Dad, I'm really sleepy." Xiao Dan pulled Long Tianren's sleeve and walked out.
"Hey, Dan, stop fooling around. Dad wants to ask you something.？Long Tianren said.
Xiao Dan blinked and asked," Dad, what's so mysterious?”
Long Tianren pulled Xiao Dan in front of him and said," You have to tell me the truth. Don't lie, do you hear me?"”
This was the first time Dan had seen her father talk to her like this. She felt that the matter was quite serious." I know. What is it?”
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