Chapter 201 I Promise Not to Kill You
Isn't this the teacher who had a bad attitude and said that the school was not a nursery when she brought An An to school to register for first grade last year?
What's your last name? I think it's Zhang?
Just as Li Xia remembered the man's last name, she heard Teacher Xu say, "Teacher Zhang, I know you're in a bad mood because your manuscripts haven't been accepted by the newspaper, but you don't have to take it out on us, right?"
I'm chatting with An An's mom, why are you being so sarcastic here? You also said that writing depends on talent, but obviously you don't have it."
After that, Teacher Xu turned to Li Xia and said, "An An's mother, don't pay attention to him. He submitted several manuscripts to the newspaper, but none of them were accepted. He said this on purpose when he saw you."
"So that's how it is." Li Xia smiled and said to Teacher Zhang, "Actually, what you just said is quite right. Writing does rely on talent, and you are obviously one of those people who don't have talent.
You can only envy others. You might as well improve yourself. If you are more capable, you won't have to be jealous of others. If you are so jealous, you will definitely make a fortune by opening a vinegar factory. You won't have to be jealous just because you can't pass the manuscript."
After saying this, Li Xia continued to talk to Teacher Xu about the essay competition and no longer looked at Teacher Zhang who was so angry that his face turned blue.
She had heard from Qiao Ran before that their army's primary school had submitted a manuscript to a newspaper, but the manuscript was not well written, so the newspaper rejected it.
At that time, she was still wondering who it could be, but she didn't expect it to be him. It can only be said that if a person has bad character, the things he writes will not be good either, just like Chen Tao, the author of "My Years as an Educated Youth".
The last time Qiao Ran sent her a letter, she said that Chen Tao had been expelled from the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University. After he was sent back to the educated youth center, the brother of the female comrade he had deceived hired someone to beat him up. It was said that one of his legs was crippled.
Li Xia only had two words to say about this matter, and that was "you deserve it".
When Teacher Xu heard Li Xia scolding Teacher Zhang, he was stunned at first, because he didn't realize what the words meant. After thinking for a while, he realized that Li Xia was mocking Teacher Zhang for being sour grapes.
I couldn't help but think that Li Xia is indeed a great writer, even his insults are so creative.
After talking with Teacher Xu, Li Xia went home.
After discussion, the second grade group selected An An and Jiang Xiaohao to participate in this essay competition.
Ma Aidang was very sad when he heard about it. Usually, the three of them did everything together, but An An and Jiang Xiaohao were going to participate in the competition, but he was not included.
For this reason, An An specifically told Li Xia about this: "Aidang is a little sad. Mom, when you teach Xiaohao and me writing skills, can Aidang also listen by your side?"
"Of course." Li Xia nodded.
So starting from today, after school, Li Xia will teach the three children some writing skills, such as avoiding straightforward narration, making good use of metaphors and personification to make the text appear more vivid, etc.
When children first start writing essays, they only need to write more than 300 words, so they just need to choose simple things to write about.
On the first day, Li Xia took a few children to play, asked them to observe the grass in the field, and then asked them to write a sentence to describe the grass.
Jiang Xiaohao: The little grass used all its strength to crawl out of the hard soil. Seeing the thriving big tree beside it, it thought: I want to grow as tall as the big tree in the future.
An An: The grass is the paintbrush of spring. They grow out of the soil and paint the earth green.
Love the Party: The grass is green.
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The teaching lasted for three days in total. Li Xia felt that An An and Jiang Xiaohao were quite talented in writing. As for Ma Aidang, the most important thing was participation.
There was no topic for this essay competition, which meant that students were free to express themselves. Li Xia asked the children to choose what they were most interested in writing about, and Jiang Xiaohao wrote an essay titled "Dad's Military Medal."
"I had a precious little box at home. I stepped on a stool and took it down from the top of the wardrobe. There was a thin layer of dust on the box, and I wiped it off gently with my hands, just as carefully as my father used to wipe his military cap.
When I opened the box, a golden military medal lay quietly inside. This was the most precious gift my father left me.
My mother often says that my father is a hero. But in my heart, he is not only a hero, but also the father who made a slingshot for me and taught me how to write. Every time I miss him, I will take out this military medal and talk to it.
I wrote my thoughts on a piece of paper, folded it into a small airplane, and let it fly to the blue sky that my father guarded. The military medal glittered in the sun, just like my father's eyes, always looking at me tenderly.
An An was originally quite confident, but after reading what Jiang Xiaohao wrote, she was a little unsure about how to start.
"Mom, Xiaohao wrote so well that I wanted to cry after reading it." An An said.
"Xiaohao's writing is so good because it is full of his feelings for his father." Li Xia said, "You write very well too. Don't be afraid to write. Just write what you want to write. Even if it's not good, we can just not participate in the essay competition and wait until we are older."
With her mother's affirmation, An An plucked up the courage to start writing.
What he wanted to write was "Singing Wind Chimes".
Li Xia discovered a problem. Each of An An's sentences was very short and the connections were not very good. She suddenly thought of a solution and said, "An An, why don't we change the way we write it."
Ding Ding Dongs, seven little glass tubes are dancing in front of the window, and the wind fairy is teaching them to sing.
The sun shines through, and the colorful shadows of the flowers draw pictures on the ground. I count the spots of light, one, two, three.
It's raining, the raindrops are beating drums, crackling, the wind chimes are shaking, and a concert is starting
At night, the stars blinked, and the wind chimes whispered, "Hush - let's chase the moon together."
Ding Ding Dong, my little wind chime, turns spring into a flying song
An An actually has a good imagination, because Li Xia always tells him bedtime stories, which makes his imagination rich. However, he is too young and has too many thoughts in his mind, so he can't write a complete poem. With a little guidance from Li Xia, he completed a modern poem.
Anyway, there is nothing wrong with not using poetry as the genre in this competition.
This kind of short and concise modern poetry is very suitable for children with rich imagination to try. Li Xia remembers that she had seen many poems written by children on the Internet before, and they were all very spiritual.
As far as Li Xia knows, the origin of modern poetry can be traced back to the Republic of China period, which was when modern poetry was popular.
As a participant, Ma Aidang also wrote an essay titled "My Father".
My father's name is Ma Guoqiang. He is neither good-looking nor ugly. He has thick eyebrows like a caterpillar, and two eyes under his eyebrows. My mother always says that my father is lazy and doesn't like to take a bath. He always stinks. My father says that this is manliness. I like my father's manliness. I secretly wear my father's shoes so that I can also be manly.
My dad has the stinkiest farts in my family, and that’s because he likes to eat the dried radishes that my mom dries…
After he finished writing, Captain Ma said he wanted to see his son's work and took the composition book with a smile.
Finally, he chased Ma Aidang around the yard with a stick and said, "Ma Aidang, come here. I promise I won't beat you to death!"
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