Three, Autumn leaves

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Xiao Ming is a pupil. This day he just out of school, recognized not far from the man is his father, he opened his arms into his father's arms. Father in August only came back once, every time he returned will take him out to play, not like his mother, the tube is strict not to, a little is not human.

Father and son walk in the maple tree-covered boulevard, xiaoming with relish to eat his father to buy him spicy, his mother is not allowed him to eat spicy bar, said small food has preservatives.

Father: What to learn at school today, to Dad said.

Son: Yes? New concept weapon!

Father: Oh? What do they have?

Son: Can be many, such as laser weapons, you can aim at special quasi-, a bit to wear helmets; micro robots, with remote control, can be installed on the camera and bombs, as well as the energy shield ...

The child's memory was super good, and the whole lecture was repeated again.

Father: What else did you say?

Son: Also said the gun work principle!

Xiaoming repeated his whole lecture with gusto.

Father: And what?

Sub: MCU principle and C language ... Oh, it's a little complicated, I'm not going to tell you.

Father: Well, this is good. (He thought: Finally, it's not about weapons.)

Son: Well, the teacher said that when we learn this, we can write a missile control system!

He grabbed a hot strip and drew a trajectory in the air, and finally stuffed it into his mouth.

Father's face became a bit dignified, a cool breeze in late autumn rolled a few deep red leaves, those still in the tree leaves are beating up with the wind, like burning.

Father thought: Son, weapons and war is not as cool as you think! What's wrong with the school now?!

He picked up a piece of red leaves and said, "Do you want to know what dad learned when he was a child?"

Son: Think!

Father pointed to the sky red leaves, reciting way: A piece and a piece, two pieces of three pieces four or five pieces, six pieces of seven pieces of eight or nine, fragrant hills Red sky.

The son seems to have grasped something.

After a while, the son asked: "Where is Xiangshan?"

Father: Well ... It's probably a hypothetical place in a literary work with a lot of red leaves.

Three, Autumn leaves