Kumarosh, who was in his infancy, was loved by his father and mother, and gradually grew up.
Kumarosh. When he was three or four years old, he was able to speak Tianyu and Qiuzi. He spoke with his father in Tianzhu and his mother in Qiuzi, which was hard to mistake. Even if he was wrong at the beginning, he will be corrected immediately, showing that his wisdom and talent are beyond that of ordinary children.
Kumaroyan admires his son's wit, especially when his son learns something as soon as he learns something, and he doesn't have to do it a second time. He thought that his son would be the pillar of the country in the future.
Kumarosh was cared for by an experienced and elderly court maid who looked at the king's children, and she took his fat little hand and walked in the courtyard, "Childe, I will teach you to sing." ”
Kumarosh looked at the white-haired old palace maid with a pair of clear eyes, and said happily, "Okay, grandma." ”
The old palace maid taught him a sentence, and he sang a sentence;When she finishes teaching, he will sing too. When she taught him to sing a second time, Kumarosh said, "I can sing." ”
The old palace maid thought he was lying, "Childe, don't tell lies." She spoke softly, but with a stern admonition.
No. "You sing. ”
Kumarosh opened his little throat and sang it word for word.
The old official girl was pleasantly surprised, she had looked at many kings and grandsons, and there was no such smart child as him. She thought that maybe this song had been taught to him by his wife or another palace maid before, and she would try him again: "Childe, I'll teach you to sing another song." ”
The old palace maid taught him to sing the first line, and he had already moved on to sing the second and third lines, and she was stunned.
Childe, this is what Madame taught you to sing?”
I listened to them sing. ”
The old palace maid couldn't imagine that Kumarosh was so talented, she still thought. ......
Rosh!Mrs. Guoshi came over from the upper room and called out happily.
Mother!Kumarosh ran joyfully into his mother's arms. Throwing herself into her mother's arms, she hugged her waist with both hands, and was extremely happy.
The old palace maid followed closely behind him, afraid that he would fall. "Madam, Childe is so smart!I taught him to sing, and once I taught him he would sing. ”
Madame smiled slightly, bent down to pick up her son, kissed his rosy cheek, and put his hands around his mother's neck. The lady asked him what song he had learned.
Mother, I'll sing to you. Kumarosh replied in clear language.
Good guys!"You sing. ”
Kumarosh sang, clapping his little hands;The old palace maid stood aside, sang along with him, and clapped her hands.
The lady kissed her son again and laid him down.
Mother, you go?
Mother went to see the king. ”
Mother, I'll go too. ”
Madame shook her head. "Good son, grandma taught you to sing. ”
The old maid carried Kumarosh and sent her lady into the palace. After that, the old palace maid carried him into the garden again, and watched the red plum blossom and spring beckoning.
On that day, the snow was falling, the north wind was whistling, and the weather was very cold. Kumarosh was very happy to run around among the snowflakes, chasing the snowflakes and playing, singing and dancing.
The old palace maid was afraid that the son would freeze, so she didn't allow him to play in the snow, "Childe, I'll take you to the street to play." ”
Grandma, go!He took her crumpled cold hand and said.
The old palace maid carried him to the street.
Every time he went to the street with his father and mother, he was in a palace car. At this moment, he was walking on the street with the old palace maid, and he was very happy.
The old palace maid hugged him, the cold wind was blowing, and she covered his face with a hat to prevent the cold wind from choking him.
There were few pedestrians on the street, the doors of the big shops were ajar, and a few beggars were begging along the doors, begging for money from the boss, and their voices were desolate and sad.
Grandma, him. ......He ......Kumarosh saw the beggar for the first time, and he said.
Childe, they don't have money to buy food, poor thing!”
Give this to him!Kumarosh was going to give the beggar a pair of silver balls that he was holding in his hand to play.
No, you can't!Childe, Madame is going to scold me!The old palace maid stopped him.
The beggar begged them.
The old palace maid took out a few copper coins and gave them to the beggar and went back to the house with her son.
Kumarosh threw the silver ball at the beggar when the old maid was not looking. When Mrs. Guoshi found that the silver ball in her son's hand was gone, she asked the old palace maid, and the old palace maid was stunned.
Mother, I gave it to the beggar. The lady smiled and praised her son, "Good son!."It's rare for you to have such compassion!”
The old palace maid took a breath and said, "Madam, the son is so merciful!."”
Although Kumarosh lived a luxurious life of nobility, he had the sentiments of a kind, kind, and compassionate religious man, and he shone brightly on his small heart.
When Kumarosh was five years old, he sat upright in a small study every morning, and his father taught him to read and write.
Teach him every verse once, and he will be able to memorize it very quickly, and he will have no difficulty in learning. Kumaroyan was very happy, he thought that when this child grew up, he could return to Tianzhu Kingdom to inherit the position of prime minister.
In the afternoon, he was still accompanied and disciplined by the old palace maid.
Mrs. Na Guoshi is now a deeply devout believer in Buddhism, and is happy to give up her luxurious life to become a monk, and she makes a request to her husband: "Luo Yan, I want to become a monk!"”
Kumara Yan was stunned, "You are a monk, who will raise your son?"”
She looked at her smart son, and she felt sorry for him. She thought, Rosh has no one to raise, and if he doesn't get his mother's love, he can't become a big thing!I had to temporarily dismiss the idea of becoming a monk.
A year later, Mrs. Guoshi gave birth to a second son. Kumarayan named his second son: Fushativa.
She did her best to raise her two sons and still worshiped the Buddha devoutly.
Tomorrow's update, the wife of the national teacher is a monk.