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Chapter 882

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Although Yang Yi didn't know anything at the beginning, his education of Xi Xi was still considered pretty good. While he did everything himself, he was also good at learning. He combined various educational concepts to encourage Xi Xi to be more tolerant in learning and experiencing the splendor of different cultures. This kind of education method could be said to be very modern!

However, it wasn't without its shortcomings. For example, his education of Xi Xi rarely involved traditional Chinese culture. Other children could recite poems at the age of three. For example, Nan Zhaoyu. Although this little boy was shy, he could definitely be called a "top student" when it came to poetry and painting. However, even though Xi Xi could speak many foreign languages fluently, she couldn't recite many ancient poems.

It wasn't that Yang Yi discriminated against traditional Chinese culture. There were many reasons for Xi Xi's situation!

On the one hand, Yang Yi didn't have a deep understanding of this world's traditional Chinese culture. Even if the development of the culture was similar, first poetry, then lyrics, then music, and finally a hundred schools of thought … Yang Yi almost couldn't recognize the works after the Three Kingdoms. He didn't even have the confidence to understand them, so how could he use them to teach Xi Xi?

Of course, this reason didn't have a deep impact. The deeper impact was discovered by Yang Yi in his research of many modern educational concepts. Many educational experts believed that it wasn't advisable to let children recite ancient poems at such a young age.

Especially before the age of three or four!

This was because reciting poems didn't have any benefits for children at this stage. They were too young and couldn't understand the beauty of these poems. On the contrary, if it were children other than Xi Xi, their memory wouldn't be good enough. They could only imitate and memorize by rote. This kind of forced memorization would cause a certain degree of damage to their brains!

Furthermore, forcing children at this age to do things they didn't like to do would also cause them to have a conflicted mentality. Even if they could recite some poems, it would be with impatience. Over time, they would form an impression that they hated poems. In the future, when they could understand poems, they might not be willing to learn them.

In addition, don't assume that children at this stage have a good memory and can memorize many poems. In the future, they will understand the beauty of these poems. When children reached the age of four, their memories would be reshuffled. Very few children could still remember things that happened before they were four years old!

Even for Xi Xi, who had a good memory, her memories before she was four years old had gradually become blurry.

It was also because of these reasons that Yang Yi forgot to train Xi Xi in this aspect.

That's right, he really forgot!

This was because Xi Xi was already six years old. No matter what, she had developed a part of her ability to understand. She had reached the age where she could recite poems!

Now, through the rearview mirror, Yang Yi saw Xi Xi excitedly asking her mother to recite poems from the "Book of Songs". That was when he suddenly remembered.

It was time to teach Xi Xi something unique to the Chinese!

In addition, Yang Yi also remembered that because of the old man's reprimand, he had stopped letting Xi Xi learn martial arts for two years. Xi Xi had already started learning to dance. There was no reason why she couldn't learn martial arts!



While Yang Yi's imagination was running wild, Murphy was proudly showing off some simple poems that she remembered to Xi Xi.

Xi Xi admired and said happily, "Mom, you're so awesome. But, the poem that Sister Xiaowei is reciting, what does it mean? "

This was what Xi Xi couldn't forget.

"What does it mean? The meaning is very simple. It's … It's … It's very good … "Murphy seemed to be stuck and couldn't say it.

That's right. Everyone knew the gist of this poem. There's a girl you like on the other side of the water. But if you really asked Murphy to summarize the gist of it, Murphy realized that she only knew half of it.

Not to mention translating it!

'What is a reed?' Murphy didn't know what to say.

"Yang Yi, can you tell your daughter the meaning of this poem?" Murphy could only ask Yang Yi for help, ashamed.

"This is complicated to explain. You have to explain it word by word and then understand the whole sentence." Yang Yi came to his senses. He smiled and said, "Xi Xi, I'll talk to you about it when we get home, okay?"

"Sure!" Xi Xi smiled sweetly. She didn't care, but she still cared about her little friend. "But Xin Er can't hear it."

"I want to go home for dinner. Xi Xi, you can just tell Sister Xiaowei!" Lan Xin was still not interested.

"Hey, is this Sister Xiaowei the one you met last time?" Murphy was curious.

"Yes, our teacher asked Sister Xiaowei to read to us today. She's a nice person and speaks well!" Xi Xi and Lan Xin said at the same time.

"I remember you said last time that she didn't like to talk." Yang Yi smiled.

"She did!" Xi Xi cried.

"She spoke later!" Lan Xin also nodded seriously. If she didn't speak, Lan Xin didn't like to be friends with her. Now it was much better.



Although it was Friday night and there were still two days off tomorrow, Yang Yi still asked Xi Xi to finish her homework first. After dinner, when they came back from a walk, his small Sinology class slowly began.

There was no need for too complicated equipment. Yang Yi only took out a large whiteboard from the storage room, took a whiteboard pen, and started the class for Xi Xi in the living room.

Her father's class was always very interesting. Xi Xi didn't get bored. She sat in front of the small desk where she did her homework early and happily watched her father write down the poem "Wind of Qin: Reeds and Mountains" on the whiteboard.

Murphy didn't like classes, but she wanted Tong Tong to be influenced by "Sinology". She hugged Tong Tong and sat on the sofa near Xi Xi.

However, Tong Tong couldn't sit still. He wanted to crawl outside. Unfortunately, how could he escape from his mother's five fingers?

"This poem comes from the 'Book of Songs', which is the earliest collection of poems in our country. Its poems were all created more than two thousand years ago and were written by many unknown authors. It can be said that it has a very long history." Yang Yi briefly introduced its history.

"A very long time ago?" Xi Xi thought of the fairy tales her father told her. "Is it even longer than Sun Wukong?"

"It can't be compared, but it's all in ancient times." Yang Yi said with a smile.

When it came to the meaning of the poem, Yang Yi first drew a bunch of reeds and a pool of water behind them on the whiteboard with a whiteboard pen.

It had to be said that Yang Yi's simple brush painting skills had been trained by telling stories to Xixi over the past few years, and he had reached the point of perfection. With just a few strokes, he had painted the reeds with both form and spirit.

"Jianjia means reeds that haven't grown yet. This is a type of grass that grows by the river or in the swamps. When they grow up, their ears will have hair that is as soft as the tail of a steamed bun." Yang Yi tried his best to make it more vivid so that it would be easier for Xi Xi to accept.

"Actually, these few lines, 'Jianjia green', 'Jianjia green', 'Jianjia green', 'Jianjia green', 'Jianjia green', all express the same meaning. Green, luxuriant, and green are all words that ancient people used to describe reeds, grasses, or the rice that your grandfather planted. These are all words that ancient people used to describe reeds, grasses, or the rice that your grandfather planted." Yang Yi smiled and underlined the three lines of the poem.

"I see …" Xi Xi muttered to herself. She was very engrossed in listening to the poem. Her eyes were also fixed on the blackboard, the poem, or the painting that her father had drawn.

Perhaps, in her mind, a beautiful picture had already taken shape and was slowly unfolding.

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