"You said you, just had breakfast, don't eat the bread, you can't eat it now, right?" On the way to send the little guy to the school bus in the morning, Fang Yuan looked at the pitted bread in her hand and said.

"Dad, you are very verbose, grandma said, when children eat, you can't talk too much, otherwise it will be bad for the child's stomach. The little one said with his neck tilted, his little face covered with crumbs.

"Then you hurry up and eat the bread in your hand, it's about to go to the school bus, but you can't eat." Fang Yuan was a little weak.

This little guy is getting better at talking now.

"Daddy eats. The little guy really couldn't eat it, so he directly put the rest of the bread in his hand into Fang Yuan's hand.

What can Fang Yuan do, he can only eat it, he can't throw it away, let's not talk about waste, but at least it's not good for the little guy's education.

"Look at your little face is dirty, do you have any paper in your bag?"

When Fang Yuan sent her out, he didn't bring tissues.

"Yes. The little guy said proudly.

There are not only napkins in her small school bag, but also wet wipes, which are prepared by her grandmother for her.

Fang Yuan pulled out a wet tissue and wiped her little face and oily little paws.

"Okay, let's get in the car, and listen to the teacher in the kindergarten. Fang Yuan patted her little ass.

"Okay, I see, every time you say that, I'm annoyed. The little one muttered.

"What, you actually annoy Dad?" Fang Yuan reached out and gestured to spank her ass.

The little one giggled and ran on the school bus.

Fang Yuan said hello to Teacher Yu before turning around and walking back.

"Shin Shin, our teacher said that there will be a big announcement today. As soon as the little guy got in the car, Aicai said to her.

"What's the big deal??Is Mr. Wu going to give birth to a baby?" asked the little guy curiously.

"Probably not, the teacher didn't say it, but I'll know when I go to kindergarten today. Aina said.

"Wow, when you know, you'll have to tell us. Yaoyao was also curious.

"It must be about Children's Day. Zhang Long interjected next to him.

He's in first grade and knows a little more than they do.

"Children's Day?" the little guy remembered when he heard this, it seemed that there was such a holiday.

Last year, she came back with her mom to see her dad shortly after Children's Day.

"There are gifts for Children's Day. The little guy suddenly thought of this question and was very happy.

Sure enough, when it was time for the kindergarten, Teacher Dong told them that it would be Children's Day in more than a month.

"Do you like Children's Day?" asked Teacher Dong standing on the podium.

"Like. "My own festival, how can the children not like it.

So the answers were loud.

"On Children's Day, Mom and Dad will come to the kindergarten and participate in a game show with you, and then you will also perform a show for Mom and Dad, okay?"

"Good. The little ones in the audience happily agreed.

Kindergarten children still don't understand the teacher's routines, and when they wait for the first grade, they probably won't be so happy.

"In that case, what do you want to put on a show for Mom and Dad?"

"Singing?"

"Dancing?"

"Storytelling?"

“......”

Now the little guys in the audience are talking about it, chattering, like a vegetable market.

"Okay, okay, in that case, let's think of a show. Teacher Dong patted the podium and told everyone to be quiet.

The teacher's prestige is still somewhat, and the sound has stopped.

"Which child can sing 'The Snail and the Oriole'?" asked Teacher Dong.

At this moment, many children in the audience raised their hands, including Xinxin, which is a very classic children's song, so Mr. Dong was not surprised at all.

"In that case, shall we let a child who will sing it to everyone?"

"I, I'm ......" The children in the audience raised their arms high one by one, and some even stood up, trying to make the teacher notice themselves, including Xinxin, who were very positive.

"Then let Fang Xin sing it to us. Teacher Dong thought about it and said.

"Good. The little one stood up happily.

"Come to the pulpit and sing. Teacher Dong beckoned.

The little one is not stage frightened, and comes to the podium to stand on the stage.

Belch......

The person was a little taller than the podium, revealing only a small hairy head.

Teacher Dong held back a smile and hurriedly pulled her aside a little to expose the person.

The children laughed.

"Well, quiet. The little guy followed the example of Teacher Dong and knocked on the side wall of the podium with a serious face.

The children below who were still laughing obediently held back their smiles.

Teacher Dong pulled the corners of his mouth speechlessly.

The little guy saw that the children in the audience were quiet, so he opened his mouth and sang.

A vine in front of Amen

Picture of a snail and a oriole

Picture of a snail and a oriole

The greenery of Anen Anen has just sprouted

The snail carries that heavy shell

......

This song was not taught by my mother, nor by my grandmother, but by my grandmother.

Fang's mother has been a primary school teacher for so many years, and she can sing these classic nursery rhymes.

You must know that in the past in rural primary schools, one teacher could be used for several purposes, and she also taught music.

The little guy's voice is particularly good, which is inherited from the blue color coat, which belongs to the ancestral tradition.

If it's like Fang Yuan, then it's over, in fact, before he opened the hanging, he belonged to the kind of incomplete pentatonic sound, singing what a broken sound, fortunately, he has self-knowledge, so he never sings, and few people know.

As the little one sang, the children who could sing below also hummed along.

"Shall we all sing together?" said the little one, waving his arms.

Teacher Dong: ╮(╯_╰)╭

Is this a concert?

But the children didn't care about this, and with Shin Shin's words, they immediately sang happily and loudly.

Some of the children who couldn't sing first hummed along, and then slowly sang aloud.

It's all the same, it's very nice.

After singing the song, Mr. Dong couldn't help but applaud his hands, and the children themselves were no exception.

Teacher Dong asked Xinxin to return to her seat, and then continued: "Okay, then on Children's Day, we will sing "Snails and Orioles" to give to parents, okay?"

"Good. ”

"But just singing was too monotonous, so we had to rehearse the show with dance moves and the whole class rehearsed the show together. ”

"This dance has big trees, orioles, and snails. We're also going to add some caterpillars, bees, ......."

In fact, this program has been designed by Mr. Dong a long time ago, as long as the children are selected to rehearse directly.

The reason why we ask for the opinions of children is that it is also about democracy, and we can't stop counting just because people are small!

Isn't it just a matter of unanimity now? That's good!