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There is a large garden behind my house, which is said to be called Baicao Garden. Now it has been sold to Duke Zhu Wen's descendants with the house. Even the last meeting has been seven or eight years since it was separated. It seems that there are only some weeds; but it was my paradise at that time.

Needless to say, the green vegetable bed, the smooth Ishii bar, the tall acacia trees, and the purple mulberries; no need to say, the cicadas chant in the leaves, the fat wasps lying on the cauliflower, and the brisk call of the emperor (the skylark) suddenly rushed straight into the sky from the grass. The short mud wall around me alone has infinite fun. The oil flies sing here, and the crickets play the piano here. When you open the broken bricks, you will sometimes encounter centipedes; and the saplings. If you press the spine with your fingers, you will be able to shoot.

With a sound, a burst of smoke spurted out from the back orifice. The Hewu vine and the Mulian vine were wrapped around. The Mulian had a lotus-like fruit, and Hewu had swollen roots. Some people say that the Hewu roots are like humans and can become immortals after eating them. So I often pull them up and pull them up constantly. I have also damaged the mud walls because of this, but I have never seen a root like a human. If I am not afraid of thorns, I can also pick raspberries, like small balls made of small coral beads, which are sour and sweet, and the color and taste are far better than mulberries.

It is not allowed to go to the grass growing, because according to legend, there is a large red snake in this garden.

The eldest mother once told me a story: Previously, a scholar lived in an ancient temple and worked hard. At night, when he was enjoying the cool air in the yard, he suddenly heard someone calling him. He agreed, and when he looked around, he saw a beautiful woman's face exposed on the wall, smiled at him, and disappeared. He was very happy; but he actually saw through the mechanism for the old monk who came to talk to him at night. He said that his face was a little evil, and he must have met a "beautiful snake". This is a monster with a human snake body, and he can call him a name. If he agreed, he would come to eat the man's flesh at night. He was naturally scared to death

But the old monk said it was okay, so he gave him a small box and said that as long as he put it next to the pillow, he could lie down with his pillow. Although he did the same, he could never sleep, and of course he couldn't sleep. In the middle of the night, it came, rustling! It seemed like the sound of wind and rain outside. When he was shaking, he heard a loud noise. A golden light flew out from the pillow, and there was no sound outside. The golden light flew back and was trapped in the box. Later? Later, the old monk said that this was a flying centipede, which could suck the brain of the snake, and the beautiful snake was killed by it.

The final lesson is: So if there is a strange voice calling your name, you must not agree to him.

This story makes me feel that being a human being is dangerous. I often feel a little worried about taking a cool summer night and don’t dare to look at the wall. I also want to get a box of flying centipedes like an old monk. When I walk next to the grass in Baicao Garden, I often think this way. But until now, I have never got it, but I have never encountered a red snake or a beautiful snake. There are naturally strange sounds of calling my name, but they are not beautiful snakes.

The garden of Baicao Garden in winter is more tasteless; it is different when snow is snowing. People need to appreciate it. This is a wasteland and rarely visited, so it is not suitable, so they have to catch birds. Thin snow is not good; it is always snow that covers the ground for a day or two, and it is better when the birds have nowhere to find food for a long time. Sweep away a piece of snow to expose the ground, use a short rod to support a large bamboo sieve, sprinkle some valleys below, tie a long rope to the stick, and lead it from a distance, watch the birds come down to peck at the foot, and when they walk under the bamboo sieve, they pull the rope and cover it. But what they get is mostly sparrows, and there are also "Zhang Feiniao" with white cheeks, who is very impatient and cannot be raised at night.

This is the method taught by Runtu's father, but I can't use it very much. I saw them in, pulled the rope and ran to see it, but there was nothing. After half a day of effort, I caught only three or four. Runtu's father could catch dozens of them in a fork bag and shout and bump. I once asked him the reason for his gains and losses, and he just smiled quietly: You are too impatient and don't have time to wait for it to go to the middle.

I don’t know why my family sent me to the school, and it was called the most severe school in the city. Maybe it was because I had broken the mud wall, maybe it was because I threw the bricks to the Liang family, maybe it was because I jumped down on the stone well railing,... I had no idea. In short: I will not be able to go to Baicao Garden often.ade, my crickets!ade, my raspberries and mulians!

Going eastward, less than half a mile away, I walked across a stone bridge and was my husband's home. Entering through a black bamboo door, the third was the study room. There was a piece of Baidao: Sanwei Bookstore; below Baidao is a painting, which depicts a very fat sika deer lying under an ancient tree. Without the Confucius tablet, we saluted to the Baidao and the deer. The first time was to worship Confucius, and the second time was to worship Mr.

When the second time he gave the salute, the gentleman replied kindly. He was a tall and thin old man, with gray beards and big glasses. I was very respectful to him, because I had heard that he was a very square, simple and knowledgeable person in the city.

I don’t know where I heard that Dongfang Shuo is also very profound. He knows a kind of insect called "Strange". It is transformed by the injustice, and it is dissolved with wine. I really want to know this story in detail, but A Chang didn’t know because she was not profound after all. Now that she has the opportunity, you can ask the sir.

"Sir, what's going on with this worm?..." When I was about to leave, I hurriedly asked.

"I don't know!" He seemed very unhappy, and there was still anger on his face.

I only realized that as a student, you should not ask these things. As long as you study, he is a profound scholar, you will never not know. The so-called people who do not know are unwilling to say it. People older than me are often like this, and I have met several times.

I only read books, practice calligraphy at noon, and class at night. My husband was very strict with me in the first few days, but later he got better. However, he gradually added more books to me, and gradually added words to class, from three to five to five to seven to seven.
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