novelraw Chapter 226 This Chapter Ended Too Soon
Chapter 226 This Chapter Ended Too Soon
Chapter 226 This lesson ended too quickly
There was a burst of laughter in the classroom like a mountain roar and a tsunami.
Tang Yimo patted the blackboard eraser, and finally the classroom slowly quieted down.
"Then tell me, why does Spring Breeze look like...a fart?"
"Because they can't be seen or touched, but they can be heard and smelled."
Tang Yimo raised his eyebrows: "Then tell me, what did you hear? What did you smell?"
"I hear the rustling of bamboo forests, the rushing of streams, and the chirping of birds in the morning."
Tang Yimo's eyes lit up in an instant: "Well, not bad, you observe quite carefully! Then you go on and tell me, what did you smell?"
The boy reached out and rubbed his nose: "I smell the smell of soil, grass, and wild flowers in the air."
"Very good!" Tang Yimo applauded lightly.
"It seems that you are no worse than the author of the poem "Ode to the Willow"!"
"Mr. Ye Shengtao once said: Language is spoken language, and writing is written language. Combining oral language and written language is called Chinese."
"Through learning Chinese, you can turn hazy thoughts into clear thoughts, inner feelings into beautiful words, and transform them into meaningful poems."
"Students, do you want your poems to be printed in Chinese textbooks?"
The students said "hope" in unison.
Just when Tang Yimo was about to nod happily...
"do not wish!"
A sudden voice rang out.
Tang Yimo followed the prestige, and the person speaking was a boy with thick "plateau red" on his cheeks.
"Can you tell the teacher why you don't want to?"
The boy stood up and scratched his scalp vigorously.
"Because my dad said, you can't make money writing poetry!"
Tang Yimo was slightly stunned unconsciously.
Poetry is a literary genre that expounds the soul, and poets need to master mature artistic skills, and express the society in a highly concentrated manner with concise language, abundant emotions, and rich images in accordance with certain syllables, tones, and rhythm requirements. Life and the human spiritual world.
Such a noble profession is regarded as unpopular by people who want to make quick money.
Is this impetuous reality, or the sadness of education?
Tang Yimo decided to correct the thoughts of these children.
"Let me ask you, what poets of the Tang Dynasty do you know?"
The boy looked up at the roof, thought for a while, and said, "There are Li Bai, Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, and He Zhizhang."
Tang Yimo smiled and nodded: "You know a lot, then let me ask you again, who do you know about the rich people in the Tang Dynasty?"
The boy scratched his hair, finally gave up resistance and lowered his head: "I don't know."
"Then let me ask you again, is it better that people will still be reading and learning from your poems after 1000 years, or is it better to work hard to make money and be forgotten immediately after death?"
The boy bit his lip and said in a low voice, "You are good at writing poems!"
"Writing poetry may not make much money, but the spiritual world of poets is indeed rich! Of course, there are also very rich poets, such as Wang Wei you mentioned just now."
The boy seemed to have received a huge inspiration: "Teacher, when I grow up, I will do business to make money during the day and write poetry at night!"
Tang Yimo gave the boy a thumbs up: "Your ambition is not small. You must grasp both material wealth and spiritual wealth. OK, I wish you success!"
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First grade, math class.
Li Zheyu wrote "6+7" on the blackboard, and then turned his attention to the students in the audience.
"Do the math, what is 6+7?"
The students began to count with their fingers, very seriously.
"Teacher, Wang Dahai took off his socks, it stinks to death!"
A boy started complaining about his deskmate.
Li Zheyu stepped forward, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
Wang Dahai scratched his scalp innocently: "Teacher, I don't have enough fingers, so I use my toes."
"Teacher, I have to go to the toilet, I... I can't hold it anymore!" Another boy raised his hand.
Li Zheyu pointed to the door: "Hurry up and go."
"Teacher, Wang Xudong is pulling my braid!"
A girl in the front row turned her head and stared at the boy at the back table in disgust.
"Teacher, Ding Xiaoming stole my eraser."
"Teacher, Shuai Chen farts me!"
"teacher……"
Li Zheyu felt as if he accidentally rushed into the traffic flow, and countless vehicles were honking at him for a while.
Li Zheyu rubbed his eye sockets in boredom, it turns out that the first grade students are so difficult to take care of!
"Well, stop talking, let me tell you a story."
As soon as they heard that they were going to tell a story, the students stopped arguing for a moment, and pairs of bright eyes fell on Li Zheyu's face.
"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who was captured by a witch and imprisoned in an ancient castle in a dark forest."
Li Zheyu looked around the classroom, and all the students listened intently, obviously this trick worked.
"A prince decided to rescue the princess. When he came to the entrance of the dark forest, a terrible fire-breathing dragon blocked the prince's way."
"The prince asked the fire-breathing dragon to let him in. The fire-breathing dragon said: It's okay to let you in, but you have to answer one of my questions. If you answer correctly, you will be let in; if you answer wrong, I will eat you!"
"The prince bravely accepted the challenge. The question for the charizard is, what is 7+8?"
"Now I would like to ask the students to help the prince to do the math. What is 7+8? If you are the prince, can you get the answer right?"
The students immediately became interested and counted happily.
Soon a boy raised his hand: "Teacher, I figured it out, it's 14."
Li Zheyu shook his head with a smile: "No, you will be eaten by the fire-breathing dragon!"
A girl raised her hand and said, "Teacher, it's 15."
Li Zheyu nodded happily: "Very well, let me tell the other students how you calculated it."
The girl came to the blackboard, picked up a piece of chalk and began to write.
7+8=（7+3）+5=10+5=15。
"It's great, this classmate uses the method of making ten."
Li Zheyu then explained in detail the essentials of making up ten methods.
"Teacher, has that prince passed the test of the fire-breathing dragon?" A student asked impatiently.
"Well, that prince is very smart, he immediately calculated the answer to be 15, so the fire-breathing dragon fulfilled the agreement and let him go into the dark forest."
"What's next?"
"The prince successfully found the witch's castle, but the iron gate of the castle was locked tightly, and there was a combination lock on it."
"The password is a math problem: There is a monkey that ate 5 dates in the morning and 9 dates in the afternoon, so how many dates did it eat in one day?"
"Come and help the prince do the math."
The students immediately immersed themselves in the calculation.
"Teacher, it's 14."
This time the students said the answer almost in unison.
Li Zheyu gave the students a thumbs up: "It's great, you all cracked the code this time. After the prince entered the code, the iron gate opened instantly, and there was a row of rooms inside, one of which locked the princess."
"At this time, the prince found a piece of paper on the table with a math problem and a hint written on it. The answer to this math problem is the princess's room number..."
In this way, Li Zheyu used the way of stories to immerse the students in the fun of answering the questions.
When the get out of class bell rang, there was a whisper in the classroom:
"This class is over too soon!"
(End of this chapter)