Ancient poetry accompanied me to grow up

When I was young, my mother taught me to recite many ancient poems. Spring mother taught me, "Chunxiao", summer mother taught me "Xiaochi" autumn mother taught me "mountain line" winter mother taught me "Jiangxue". I gradually fell in love with ancient poetry. I remember the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, I looked at the round moon and remembered my mother’s "Quan Ye Si". I shouted loudly: "The moonlight in front of the bed, suspected of frost on the ground, looking up at the moon, bowing Thinking about my hometown." Caused Mom and Dad to laugh.
The first grade teacher taught us to recite the "Three Character Classics" and the "Disciple Rules." I like the "three-year-old" in the "Three Character Classics", which can make pears. I want to honor my elders like Kong Rong and be a good boy.

Ancient poetry accompanied me to grow up

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