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Zhengqing and Minjie's wooden boat went down the river, and the scenery on both sides of the strait passed by. They sat side by side in the cabin with their backs against the quilt, whispering.
"It seems that I can only go to Taihe National Sun Yat-sen University to study." Zhengqing said.
"Why?" Minjie asked.
"My mother is the only one at home. I can't stay too far away from her. This is because Fengcheng doesn't have a university. If there is a university, I will go to Fengcheng to study." Zhengqing replied.
"Then I also go to National Sun Yat-sen University." Minjie said.
"Didn't your dad want you to go to Shanghai Fudan University or Jiaotong University?" Zhengqing asked.
"I will be wherever you go. I won't leave you, and I won't be able to leave you either." Minjie said.
"You are stupid, the teachers and equipment in Shanghai universities are good." Zhengqing said honestly.
"I'll go there alone. I'm afraid if I leave you, I don't dare to go." Minjie held Zhengqing's hand and leaned against Zhengqing, and said softly.
"Your dad is not in Shanghai?" Zhengqing said.
"My dad can't accompany me to school every day, right?" Minjie said.
"Oh, shrink in this cabin, it's weird, go out to get some air." Zhengqing took Minjie's hand and walked towards the bow.
"Minjie, look at how beautiful this scenery is!" Zheng looked at the waves caused by the wooden boat and the scenery flying on both sides of the strait, and said in admiration: "Seeing all this, I can't help but remind me of Su Dongpo's "Niannujiao": Go to the East of the Yangtze River. , The waves are exhausted, and the heroes of the ages. Therefore, to the west of the rampart, the humanity is Chibi of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks pierced through the sky, the stormy waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
"Although our country is beautiful, most of it is occupied by Japanese devils, how can I feel happy!" Minjie said.
"Any youth with a patriotic heart must not just ignore the Japanese aggression! I really want to be a soldier, go to the front, and kill them!" Zheng Qing said indignantly.
"Zhengqing, you see, here, have you seen the small bridge?" Minjie happily pointed to the front and said to her favorite Yuan Dynasty composer Ma Zhiyuan's "Autumn Thinking": "Ku Teng Lao Shu Wei Ya , Xiaoqiaoliushuirenjia. The ancient road is westerly wind and thin horses, the setting sun is setting, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. This is a true portrayal of our Xiaoqiao Liujia Village.
"Minjie, is this a poem of a wandering sorrowful autumn, how about'portrait'?" Zhengqing said.