After the rooster crowed three times, there was a burst of reading in Zhou Jia Garden: "After cutting the grain, every day at noon, sweat dripped down the soil." Who knows the Chinese food on the plate is hard? "Reading, Zhou Enlai soon learned the poem by heart. But he always felt that he didn't fully understand the artistic conception in the poem: how hard is each grain?
The next day, I came to Jiang's mother's house to play. While eating, he looked at the glistening rice and eagerly asked, "Mom Jiang, how did this rice come from?"
Jiang's mother likes her curiosity very much, so she smiled and told him, "Rice is made of rice. The rice is wrapped in a hard yellow shell. It has to go through soaking seeds to accelerate germination, raising seedlings in the field, transplanting and weeding, fertilization management, pest control, harvesting and threshing until it is smashed into rice. "
"Ah, it's not easy to eat this bowl of rice!" Zhou Enlai said in surprise.
"Yes, I don't know how many farmers will be tired after more than ten passes. This delicious rice was watered by farmers with sweat. " Mother Jiang said with deep feelings.
Jiang's mother's inculcation not only deepened his understanding of poetry, but also encouraged him to study hard. In order to learn Chinese characters well, he not only carefully completed the homework assigned by the teacher, but also insisted on practicing 100 Chinese characters every day.
One day, I went to visit my relatives with my mother Chen, and it was already late at night when I came back. The journey was dusty and exhausted. Young Ryan was exhausted, yawning and fighting with his eyelids, but he still kept practicing calligraphy 100 before taking a rest. When mother Chen saw this scene, she was distressed. She advised, "Write tomorrow!"
"No, Mom, what happened that day was the same day!" Convinced his mother, Chen, to express her position quickly.
He buried his head in a pot of cold water, and immediately drove away the sleepy, and his mind was much clearer.
Just after writing a hundred words, mother Chen grabbed the pen and said, "Come on, go to sleep!" "
"no!" Carefully read the Chinese character 100 in the wet ink, frowning seriously and saying, "Mom Chen, look at these two words."
Say, Zhou Enlai's white little hand waved a pen again, and wrote those two words three times again until he was satisfied.