Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 48 (My Heart and My Words)
Xiaosheng was born in the Qingming rain and dew, with a bold and small head, his father protects him, disciplines him, and persuades him well.

I recall that when I was young, I was very active, with short elegant hair jumping over the wall, small cloth shoes printed on vegetable beds, covered with velvet to view ant nests, and walking on heavy rocks to see Nestle.The father allows his son to be forthright and do whatever he wants, and I have to go through the wonders and taste all the flavors, so that I know that the world is full of interest, and I want to go to it.

On the thirteenth year of the year, on the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, he returned to his homeland from his father at the beginning.Looking far into the distance, fertile fields for thousands of miles, surrounded by mountains and rivers, like a peach garden, scattered houses, traffic in Qianmo, carefully watching grass-chewing calves, raising their heads and chickens, all have a sense of contentment and happiness.At night, the stars twinkle, insects sing and frogs croak incessantly, and then sleep soundly every night.

The next day, from the parent province.The sheep intestines are winding and twisting, and there are rolling millets with high stems and luxuriant leaves, just like a green wall.To the point of the road, vigilant, obsessed, no longer find the way.In a hurry, I called my father three times, but I couldn't answer, and I wanted to cry.After a while, I will sink into the joy of the pastoral garden, and I will play and play, and the worry of losing my way will be forgotten.

At dusk, everyone was anxious to find them. I sat by the lake, holding long grass in my hand, driving flies and teasing geese, singing and singing.Everyone was relieved, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and could not bear to blame. The father was stern, with tears on his face.Neighbors waded barefoot in the water, and they worked together to catch fish. The fish jumped and fled in panic. Those who panicked and chose their way were alone and could not be beaten by four hands.The smoke rises, the dog salivating.

In the year of study, he likes to read, and he works hard in the school.Years are old and sorrowful and hatred, people in the world say that reading is high, and exam papers and books are gathered into a tower. What is a book and what is seeking knowledge, my heart is puzzled.I told my father that the book for the exam is not what I like, it is not what I go to, and it is dangerous to sit in the same room.Father Yue, Wei Er said that if you want to be higher than the sky, you must learn the art of riding the wind.I haven't fully understood it, but I don't set my studies, I don't lose my ambition, and I cultivate myself to solve it.

Ordinary boy, without the talent of Zhongyong, without the grand plan of Zi'an, and the wings are not yet full.When I first entered the rivers and lakes, it was complicated and unfathomable.Every time I recite my father’s words and deeds, I strengthen my heart, treat people with magnanimity, and connect with things with sincerity.

(End of this chapter)