She has even started learning classical Chinese poetry.
The afternoon sunlight was delicate and brilliant, shining on her and giving her a light golden glow.
If you look closely, you'll notice that within this pale golden light, there's a faint hint of purple.
The little girl held a poetry collection bigger than her head, swaying her head as she read the ancient poems inside.
At this very moment, she was reading "Spring Dawn" by the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Haoran.
The sweet, soft voice, accompanied by sunlight, filled every corner of the room.
"Spring slumber is so sweet, one doesn't even notice the dawn..."
Just as Xiao Xinyan finished reading the first line, the third brother, Li Muhao, returned from outside. Upon hearing the poem, he instantly perked up.
Isn't this "Spring Dawn"? He can recite it by heart!
Seemingly wanting to prove to his younger sister that he wasn't a hopeless academic failure, the third brother, Li Muhao, deliberately coughed to get her attention and continued reciting:
"Spring sleep is so sweet, I don't even notice the dawn, but mosquitoes bite everywhere. I turn over in bed at night, and who knows how many have died!"
"..."
Xiao Xinyan was completely stunned when she heard her third brother recite "Spring Dawn".
The little baby opened his mouth wide enough to fit a whole quail egg.
She looked at the poetry collection in her hands again and again, as if confirming something...
Some people frowned, questioning their own existence.
Why is the version of "Spring Dawn" that Third Brother recites different from the one in the book?
Is there another version?
The version that Third Brother was carrying was the other one.
The little boy seemed to have convinced himself, nodding in sudden realization.
The third brother, thinking he had received praise from his sister, beamed with pride.
So he recited his own version of "Spring Dawn" even louder, which was overheard by Old Master Li, who was coming downstairs...
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