"Qing Ping Le Village" (Story)

One day, the sun is shining and there is no cloud. The official was accused of being raped, and the official was arrested. The great poet Xin Qiji, who was reclusive in a remote mountain village in the western part of Jiangxi, wrote a word in the room, thinking hard, but without a little thought, he went out to distract. Walking and walking, a faint Wu local voice was introduced into her eardrum. He is so curious: Who is so leisurely? Follow the sound and see a low and small hut, bathed in the summer sun. Under the Mao, a pair of white-haired old couples chatted intimately, with a jug in front of them, how leisurely! Close to the hut, there is a small stream, the stream is full of lotus flowers, exudes a burst of fragrant fragrance. Under the green lotus leaf, the fish and shrimps are chasing and playing in groups! The green grass is covered with green grass, and it is more vibrant under the sunshine.

The old couple has three sons. Looking up, the eldest son is scribbling in the fields on the east side of the creek, and seeing the harvest is in sight, he is happy! The second son, who is still young, lacks strength, but is ingenious, is knitting a chicken coop, ready to get a few dollars to subsidize the home tomorrow. The most favorite is the younger son, she is very naughty, lying on the head of the brook, is stripping the freshly picked lotus!

Seeing all of this, Xin Qiji couldn’t help but express his words, but because he didn’t bring a pen and paper, he could only write on the ground with branches:

"Qingping Le Village"

Mao is low,

Green grass on the creek.

Wu Yin is very charming,

Who is the white hair?

Dad Bean Creek East,

Chinese children are weaving chicken cages;

Most like children, rogue,

The head of the brook is peeling off the lotus.

The fifth grade of the Pearl River Elementary School: Writing Superman