When I was a child, when I just babbled, my mother read poetry by my side, and that's when I fell in love with poetry.
When I first went to kindergarten, the kindergarten teacher sometimes read a few ancient poems after class. I sometimes stayed next to the teacher and said a few poems gradually, but I only knew how to say this poem and didn't know the meaning of words and poems at all. But when guests come to our house, my parents always ask me to recite some poems, but at that time, my teeth were irregular and I missed a little. Now I want to laugh when I think about it.
Sometimes I don't understand the meaning of poetry, and my father will tell me the meaning of poetry at a specific time and place. For example, on a full moon night, let's talk about Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night. Tell me under what circumstances the author wrote this poem at that time, and then tell me the meaning. I nodded puzzled and said "Oh".
Dad sometimes tests me, so I pretend to say a few words of the poet, but they are basically wrong. Dad will pretend to be angry and want to hit me, but he will still bear to explain the meaning of this poem to me again so that I can understand it basically.