From teaching to superstar

Chapter 6 Little Zhuoma, it turns out that you are the best

Hearing Tashi's words, Hu Yang smiled inwardly and said nothing, and then asked them to preview the content of the class.

His eyes fell on Zhuoma who was sitting in the front.

She raised her little hand to indicate that she had a question to ask.

"Dolma, what do you not understand?" Hu Yang's voice was gentle, as if he was afraid of frightening her.

"Teacher, I have a question. I don't know if I should ask it." She hesitated.

"If you don't understand, you can ask the teacher. As long as the teacher knows, he will tell you." Hu Yang said with a smile.

Hearing Hu Yang's words, Xiao Zhuoma finally said what she wanted to ask.

"Teacher, I was thinking about the "Quiet Night Thoughts" you taught the day before yesterday, but I found something wrong." She said in a crisp voice.

It seems that she has been thinking about this question for a long time, otherwise she would not have said it so fluently.

"What's wrong?" Hu Yang asked with some doubts.

"The poem says 'the moonlight is bright before the bed', but there is no moonlight in front of my bed at night. Why does the poem say there is moonlight?" Dolma asked with her head tilted.

"So that's the problem, then."

"Teacher, it's not this, what I want to ask is not this." Dolma quickly shook her small hand to interrupt Hu Yang's words.

"Then what do you want to ask?"

This time, not only Populus euphratica, but even the other seven students turned their attention to Dolma.

They have all learned the poem "Thoughts in a Quiet Night".

"I didn't see the moonlight in bed last night, but I saw the sun in the morning."

"Then why isn't it 'the sun is shining before the bed'?"

Hearing this, Hu Yang almost burst out laughing.

However, he held back the next moment, and he realized that he almost made a mistake.

He should not and has no right to laugh at Dolma.

Because she knows how to think, regardless of right or wrong, at least she has studied and observed with her heart, which is a good thing.

Children will not give you a lot of consideration, they will only see the differences or inaccuracies between what they have learned from books and the phenomena in life.

It is precisely in this way that such things as "two children arguing about the sun" will happen.

Little Dolma also observed carefully. The moon was high in the sky last night. Generally speaking, it couldn't shine in front of the bed, but the rising sun could illuminate the room facing east.

Because the sun is shining, she has to get up early to go to school, so the impression will be particularly deep.

Comparing it with last night and the ancient poems in the book will make Dolma raise this question.

"Little Dolma, what you said is very good, the teacher was also awakened by the sun." Hu Yang showed a bright smile.

Dolma's face turned pale instantly.

She was only six years old, so many classmates looked at her, which put a lot of pressure on her.

The teacher's words reassured her.

"However, you also have a small point that is wrong, and the teacher will explain it to you now." Praise first and then say something wrong, it will make them feel much better, and it will not dampen their enthusiasm for thinking.

"The bed in 'Moonlight Before the Bed' is not the bed you sleep at night, but the railing at the head of the well, that is, the well in the village. Isn't it surrounded by a circle of wood? That's what the ancients called a bed. " Hu Yang explained.

"Teacher, why don't you just say it's the railing? It has to be misunderstood?" After hearing the teacher's explanation, Xiao Zhuoma became more courageous.

Hu Yang thought for a while and said: "This is another name in ancient times, just like Dele's name means auspiciousness, and Deqin also means the same."

"And the moonlight in front of your bed sounds better, or the moonlight in front of the railing?"

"'Moonlight in front of the bed' sounds good, but moonlight in front of the railing is too ugly." Dolma said with a look of disgust.

"Do you understand now?" Hu Yang asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Understood." The little guys replied loudly.

"get out of class off!"

After finishing speaking, Hu Yang went back to the room and took a few sips of tea, rubbed his throat, and sat on a chair to rest for a while.

About 5 minutes later, Hu Yang re-entered the classroom.

Seeing Zhuoma sitting upright reciting ancient poems silently, he smiled knowingly.

The second class is Nima, who is in the fourth grade, because I said before that I will dictate English words to him.

The result of studying hard is that all the words are correct. Hu Yang drew a red "tick" one by one on his homework, and finally wrote down the two English words "very good"

Immediately began to teach the content in the textbook, how to read it, what it means, the structure of the sentence, and what it is composed of.

He listened very carefully, and would point out anything he didn't understand.

Will not pretend to understand.

This is also a habit cultivated by Populus euphratica.

After all, due to the small number of students, it is possible to take care of everything.

In this way, after finishing one grade, teach another grade.

It will not be strictly divided according to the 45-minute class, but as long as the student can barely learn it after paying it several times, he will let him learn for a while.

In the process of learning, if there is something that I don’t understand, I will bring it up when Hu Yang changes classes.

Only in this way can a teacher teach the students of the whole school to be more efficient.

Time sneaks away at the moment when Populus euphratica and the students turn over the textbooks without leaving a trace.

With the hard work of the teachers and the tireless efforts of the students to acquire knowledge and broaden their horizons, a perfect picture is drawn.

"Dolma, today the teacher will teach you a new ancient poem." Now it is the turn of the preschool child Zhuoma to start class.

Populus euphratica wrote on the blackboard:

"Spring Dawn"

Tang Menghaoran
Chunmian doesn't realize it,
Heard birds chirping everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night,
How many flowers fall.

"Come, read it to the teacher." He took Xiao Zhuoma to read it several times, and then let her try to see if she could read it.

Teaching ancient poems to elementary school students is naturally not just about letting them know how to read, but also explaining what the ancient poems are about and the general content.

"Meng Haoran, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, a representative poet of landscape and pastoral poems in the prosperous Tang Dynasty" first briefly introduces the author of this poem, and then explains the content later.

Of course, some new characters are also taught, and she needs to write them.

Populus euphratica said above, but little Dolma was a little distracted, and his throat moved from time to time.

"Dolma, what are you thinking?" Hu Yang asked softly.

Although his voice was very gentle, he still jumped off Zhuoma.

Immediately sit upright, showing the attitude and posture of listening carefully.

"Don't be afraid, tell the teacher, what were you thinking just now?" Hu Yang laughed.

It seems to be thinking about the consequences of speaking or not.

Finally, she stood up shyly, and she hesitated, "Teacher, does he have a lot of candies?"

What?
What did Little Dolma say?
Hu Yang said that he could not understand her words.

"Who has candy?"

"The person who wrote the poem." The little finger pointed at the blackboard, then blushed and lowered his head.

Hu Yang turned his head to look, and instantly came to his senses, realizing who she was talking about.

It turned out to be Meng Haoran.

Tang Dynasty
糖袋
Hey, let out a silent sigh.

"Sit down first." Turning around, she left the classroom and returned to the room.

When he appeared in the classroom again, holding a box in his hand, he grabbed a handful of candy from it and placed it in front of each child.

Since Dolma is the youngest, Populus euphratica is also the best for her, and gave her two more, and finally even gave her the box.

Stretching out his hand to touch little Dolma's head, he said: "Now you are also a person with sugar, remember to study hard in the future, you know?"

"Teacher, you eat." She picked up the biggest candy from the pile and handed it to Hu Yang.

Seeing little Dolma's timid look, Hu Yang took it with a smile, peeled off the wrapping paper and put the candy in his mouth.

"You eat too, we don't have classes now." The voice trembled a little.

He walked out after speaking, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold back his tears in front of the children.

(End of this chapter)