If a teacher saw this paper, he would definitely retort harshly: Even a second grader may not be able to get all the answers right.
As soon as I entered the house, I saw San Ya reading a textbook.
"San Ya, tell me, do you recognize these words?"
Every time Su Qing taught the children, even Si Ya was forced to listen.
But every time I asked San Ya seriously if she had learned it, she would just blink her eyes and not answer.
"I recognize the character 'one'." After saying that, San Ya memorized the poem on that page word for word.
Su Qing was puzzled: Is this what they call knowing a little bit?
"Saya is amazing, but do you understand what these poems mean?"
The little girl shook her head and said, "I don't understand. I just listened to my older brothers and sisters reciting and I wrote it down, but I can't write it down." San Ya explained in a baby voice.
Su Qing was already immersed in his own fantasy. He had to supervise such a good seedling well.
Maybe this is a part of the top universities in the future.
Su Qing rubbed Sanya's head with relief, "It's okay, mother will teach you."
She was already imagining San Ya getting admitted to university.
Oh, I don't know how many tables to set up for the graduation banquet, and what to say in the speech? What if people ask me how I raised my children? How should I respond?
San Ya: Mom, dear mom, I’m only two years old!
The next day, Su's mother started busy in the kitchen early in the morning.
I made a big bowl of cold noodles and boiled a pot of thick millet porridge.
Su Qing also planned to send several children to school, but was severely rejected.
This old mother's glass heart is shattered.
After watching the children leave the house, Su Qing took a long time to come back to his senses.
The first day away from my child: unhappy~
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