My son is two years old and talks quite well. Like many other parents, my wife and I are eager to teach him some Tang poems. As an ancient saying goes, reading up 300 Tang poems enables one to  intone poems at least, if not to write  himself. Having repeated after us many times, my son was eventually able to recite some lines of a few poems. He is proud of what he can and likes to show off his knowledge about poems. While he was having a good time with several kids the other day, he was apparently inspired by something about the spring. He blurted out two lines that would put Li Bai to shame:  春眠不觉晓，白毛浮绿水。