"If you were asked to describe the word 'hot', how would you describe it? I'll give you five minutes to think about it. You can try to write a paragraph in your exercise book."
The students opened their exercise books one after another. Some were thinking while biting the pen, some had already started writing on it, and some were wandering in outer space, not knowing where they were.
As long as they don't slack off, sleep, or eat snacks secretly, Su Nuan won't care about them.
When the time is up, she will randomly select a few students and ask them to read out what they have thought of.
For well-written essays, Su Nuan would praise them generously. For poorly written essays, Su Nuan would ask classmates to help revise them. She would not give examples of model essays easily.
Writing classes are more about guiding students on how to think correctly.
Su Nuan quietly observed everyone on the podium. Seeing that the time was almost up, she said, "Who has finished writing and is willing to share?"
As soon as she finished speaking, someone raised his hand, "Okay, it's you, Guan Xiaodan."
Guan Xiaodan stood up and took out her exercise book and started reading, "Summer is here, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. My sister and I squeezed into a small bed, and we couldn't sleep at night because of the heat."
Before she finished reading, a burst of laughter broke out in the classroom.
This is not writing an essay, but writing a diary.
Everyone knows that Guan Xiaodan has many sisters in her family, but no one expected that their family was unwilling to buy even one more bed, leaving three girls of similar ages to squeeze together.
Some even asked: "Guan Xiaodan, does your brother sleep in the big bed alone?"
Guan Xiaodan frowned, but still responded: "My brother and my parents sleep in the big bed."
"Your brother is already in the first grade of junior high school, and he still sleeps with your parents?" someone laughed.
When Su Nuan heard those words, she slammed the table and said, "Quiet."
The classroom suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"It's class time now, if you want to chat, go out."
Seeing that no one was talking, Su Nuan motioned for Guan Xiaodan to continue reading, "My sister and I were often woken up by the heat in the middle of the night. We had to get up, wet a towel with water, scrub it, and wipe the mat again before we felt a little cooler."
"This is my impression of summer. It's so hot that I get prickly heat, so hot that I don't get enough sleep, and so hot that I feel irritated."
"Teacher, I've finished reading." Guan Xiaodan said timidly.
Su Nuan led the applause, "Well written."
Thunderous applause broke out in the classroom, and Guan Xiaodan sat down with a red face.
After the applause ended, Su Nuan analyzed this passage, "The word 'hot' written by Xiaodan is very close to reality, and it is a scene that we can all associate with when we hear it."
"In writing, the most taboo is to be false and empty. Works that are close to reality and in line with reality are often more popular with everyone."
"Is there any other classmate who wants to share what you wrote with everyone?" Su Nuan asked.
A few hands were raised in the classroom. Su Nuan pointed at a student who usually didn't raise his hand, "Xue Kai."
Xue Kai stood up and said confidently, "Summer is here. I'm so hot."
"Not only do I feel hot, my grandfather also feels hot."
"My grandma feels hot, too."
"My dad feels hot, too."
"My mother feels hot, too."
“…”
Su Nuan: Don’t say you are my student when you go out.
Many students covered their mouths and tried to laugh.
Some couldn't hold it back and just laughed out loud.
Xue Kai finished reading and asked expectantly: "Teacher, did I write well?"
Su Nuan: Very good, don’t write it next time.
She motioned Xue Kai to sit down first, and then responded: "If you want to write about heat, you can't just write about heat."
"From what you read, it seems that you only wrote about your feelings throughout the entire paragraph."
“Writing about your own feelings and your family’s feelings is relatively simple.”
“In addition to what you feel, writing can also be about what you see, such as a cloudless sky and a roadside tree that is drooping and listless.”
"It could also be what you hear, the cicadas chirping outside the window from morning till night, making people feel irritated."
"And your feelings, besides feeling the heat, can also be described like this: there was no wind at all on the road, and as soon as the soles of your feet touched the ground, it felt like it was on fire."
“…”
Before we knew it, a class was over. The students listened attentively and felt that time passed very quickly.
The team leader collected everyone's homework and gave it to Su Nuan. Su Nuan returned to the office with a thick stack of homework and went back after correcting it.
During this period, anyone who has any questions can come and ask, and Su Nuan will be happy to answer them.
The scene that everyone often sees is Su Nuan surrounded by a group of students. She takes turns answering everyone's questions. Even if they are not her own questions, everyone will listen with gusto. Su Nuan's teaching is more about drawing inferences from one example and guiding students' thinking, rather than the rigid teaching method.
So everyone likes to ask her for advice.
When colleagues are free, they will come over to listen. After they have learned it themselves, they can’t wait to teach their own children when they get home.
When Tan Zhiting heard that Su Nuan was teaching students how to write about "summer", she thought that although this theme was common, it was still quite difficult to write well, so she leaned in to listen.
All I heard was Su Nuan saying, "If you want to write about summer, you can't just write about summer."
“Summer gives people a feeling
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