After reading Lu.

Bloom, a soldier on the road, is a work full of fairy tale charm by teacher Lu Bing.

The small water drops in the book let readers clearly feel the shadow of the author's childhood.

This is a literary reading for preschool children. The writing is fresh, simple and light, even with the earthy taste of the country after a storm. An obvious age node of the protagonist Xiao Shuidi in the book is 5 years old.

In the eyes of this 5-year-old child, he is full of curiosity about this nature and love for life. Flowers are everywhere, all kinds: peony, pomegranate, lotus, orchid, osmanthus, chrysanthemum, hibiscus, camellia, daffodil, plum blossom …

Moreover, every kind of flower is the soul with flowers-the god of flowers. Many poems and songs left by literati throughout the ages have cultivated children's hearts.

There are flowers, licorice, wormwood, wheat bottle grass, radish …

These flowers and plants have their own names, beautiful, elegant and simple … but the little boy is communicating with them wholeheartedly.

Besides flowers and plants, there are many animals, as well as poems and fairy tales, which cover all aspects of rural life in nature. Telling children "Twenty-four solar term song" in a way similar to children's songs has a specific imprint of rural life: hoarding food, making moon cakes, baking pancakes ... Reading will make adults return to that carefree and happy childhood through time and space.

Not only that, the book also infiltrated the traditional culture of "filial piety" to children through storytelling-twenty-four filial piety.

Proverbs are more vivid and interesting words. The book is full of proverbs about rural life. For example, the uncle who depicts a small water drop is thin and tall, and uses "two ears are more than a bamboo pole", which is really vivid and vivid. How can this not be liked by children?

Calm down, forget the trivial things around you, let your thoughts go back to childhood, listen to the sound of swallows chasing dogs, and let the yellow smoke of willow branches come back to your mind in spring by the river. What an intoxicating childhood!