"First, recite Spring."
"Sound the flute! Now it's mute; Birds delight; Day and night."
"Yes, you're right. Then, recite At the Seaside."
"When I was down beside the sea; A wooden spade they give to me..."
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"Lastly, recite The Last Rose of Summer."
"This last rose of summer; Left blooming alone; After her lovely companions; Are faded and gone."
Aria's voice rang out in the courtyard. Her crisp voice was very pleasant to the ears.
The smile on Wendy's face grew wider as she listened to her daughter's voice. She thought that her daughter might have forgotten about the poems, but she did not expect her daughter to still remember them.
"Yes, Aria is really great. You still remember." Wendy smiled and patted her daughter's head." As expected of my good daughter! "
Aria smiled, but she felt a little guilty. She had already gone to university. If she couldn't answer these questions now, wouldn't she be too stupid?
"Since you remember them, then let's start writing today." Wendy felt that her daughter's memory was really good. She might become a little genius in the future. Even if they were from the countryside, they couldn't ignore their daughter's education.
Although her daughter was only five years old, Wendy felt that she could let her practice her calligraphy first.
"Alright." Aria nodded when she heard Wendy's words. Then, she went to the house to get a pen and paper.
Wendy was a little surprised to see her daughter's behavior. Although she had memorized poems before, every time Wendy asked her daughter to write, she would refuse. She would either write randomly or run out to play and disappear.
So, this time was a little abnormal.
Although Wendy felt that her daughter was acting strangely, Aria did not feel it. She only thought that her mother was doing this for her own good. If she did not learn, how could she slowly reveal that she knew how to write in the future?
Therefore, it was better to do it step by step.
Although it was a little strange, Wendy felt that her daughter had become more sensible. In that case, she had to teach her daughter well.
After confirming that her son was sleeping soundly in the house, Wendy moved a stool into the yard and began to teach her daughter how to write.
Wendy began to teach her daughter the poems she recited. After all, she was not a professional teacher. She could only teach some basic knowledge.
In fact, Wendy had a selfish motive. She hoped that her daughter could attend preschool as soon as possible. That way, it would be easier for her to take care of her children. Preschools did not care about age. As long as Aria could pass the exam, she could attend the preschool.
Therefore, Wendy felt that her daughter could recite so many poems. As long as she knew a few more words, it would not be a problem for her to pass the exam.
Aria did not care what her mother was thinking. What she needed to do now was to write properly.
Of course, the most important thing was that she had to write like a beginner. Otherwise, if she wrote well, wouldn't it be too strange?
However, writing like a beginner was more difficult than writing well...
"Not bad, you write very well!" Wendy looked at the strokes on the paper and said with a smile," But you have to practice more in the future. You can't write too crooked. "
Aria looked at the crooked words on the paper and took a deep breath. Then, she revealed an aggrieved smile to her mother.
"It's okay, it's okay." Wendy thought that her daughter was unhappy because she didn't write well. She quickly smiled and said, "You have written very well. It's your first-time writing. You will definitely write better and better in the future! "
Aria pouted and nodded.
"Aria! Aria!"
"Aria come out and play!"
"Aria!"
Just as she was writing, she heard someone shouting outside.
Aria looked at the door and saw three children outside through the crack of the iron door. They all looked about her age.
"Go to play." Wendy smiled as she stroked her daughter's hair." But you can't come back too late. It's four o'clock now. You must come home at five o'clock. Don't let me worry. "
Aria didn't want to go out, but she heard from her mother that she was very active when she was young, so it seemed strange that she didn't go out to play.
Thinking of this, Aria could only walk out.
Aria looked at the three children outside and thought for a long time. It took her a long time to remember the identities of these three children. They should be the children of their neighbors who lived on the west end of their street.
She remembered that their names were...
"Aria, what were you doing just now?" asked the older of the three. She was wearing a dark red dress with long braids and looked very tall.
"Aria is writing!" The girl, who looked about the same age as Aria, had short hair and was wearing a pink short-sleeved shirt and blue trousers. She smiled and said," I saw it. It's Aunt Wendy teaching Aria how to write."
"Yeah, my mom wants me to practice my calligraphy," Aria said.
At this moment, the boy next to her spoke. He pouted and said, "I don't like writing!"
Aria looked at him and said, "Chris, those who can't write are illiterate. Are you going to be illiterate in the future?"
"No, Chris won't be illiterate. When he's older, he'll learn to write!" The slightly older girl, Ada Lewis, quickly said. She was already eight years old and had already gone to primary school. She knew what the word illiterate meant. It was very bad.
Chris pursed his lips and stopped talking.
Aria couldn't help but smile when she saw how they were talking.
The three of them were siblings. The eldest sister, Ada Lewis, the second sister, Tia Lewis, and the younger brother, Chris Lewis. Aria remembered that she often played with them when she was young. However, because she went to Joria with her mother later, they lost contact with each other. When they met again, they were already grown up. At that time, their relationship was already quite distant.
So now that she had seen them, she had a very strange feeling.
"Aria, where are we going to play?" Ada asked.
Although these three siblings were older than Aria, they had always been dependent on Aria, so now Ada wanted to know Aria's thoughts.
Aria tilted her head and thought. She was not a real child. She had almost forgotten everything that happened when she was young. Now, she did not know where to go to play.
"Why don't we go to the river to play?" Chris said, "I want to go to the river."
Ada and Tia both looked at Aria.
Aria looked at Chris and shook her head. "I don't want to go. It's very dangerous there."
"Then where are we going?" Chris was in a bad mood after his suggestion was rejected.
After that, Aria decided to go out for a walk. Perhaps they could think of something to play while they were wlking. Moreover, Aria wanted to see what the Lewis Village looked like now.
They walked out together.
However, the figures of them fell into the eyes of the other two.