Hearing Tashi's words, Hu Yang smiled inwardly and did not speak, and then asked them to preview the content of the next class.

His eyes fell on Dolma, who was sitting at the front.

Her little hand was raised, indicating that she had a question to ask.

"Dolma, what don't you understand?" poplar said in a gentle voice, as if she was afraid to startle her.

"Teacher, I have a question that I don't know if I should ask or not. She hesitated.

"If you don't understand something, you can ask the teacher, and as long as the teacher knows, he will tell you. Hu Yang said with a smile.

Hearing Hu Yang's words, Xiao Zhuoma finally said what she was going to ask.

"Teacher, the day before yesterday you taught "Silent Night Thoughts", I was also quietly thinking at night last night, but I found that it was wrong. She said in a crisp voice.

It seems that she has been thinking about this question for a long time, otherwise she would not have said it so fluently.

"What's wrong?" Hu Yang said with some confusion.

"The poem says 'bright moonlight in front of the bed', but at night there is no moonlight in front of my bed, why does the poem say that there is moonlight?"

"That's the problem, that's ......"

"Teacher, it's not this, it's not this that I'm asking. Dolma's little hand hurriedly shook to interrupt Hu Yang's words.

"And what do you ask?"

This time, not only Hu Yang, but even the other seven students looked at Dolma.

The poem "Silent Night Thoughts", they have all learned.

"I didn't see the moonlight in front of my bed last night, but I saw the sun in the morning. ”

"Then why isn't it 'the sun in front of the bed'?"

Hearing this, Hu Yang almost burst out laughing.

The next moment, however, he held back, and he realized that he had almost done something wrong.

He shouldn't and didn't have the right to laugh at Dolma.

Because she knows how to think, regardless of right or wrong, at least she has studied and observed with her heart, which is a good thing.

Children don't give you a lot of thought, they only see what they learn from books, and what is different or wrong with the phenomena in life.

It is precisely in this way that there will be such a thing as "two children arguing about the day".

Little Dolma also observed carefully, the moon hung high in the sky last night, and generally it could not shine in front of the bed, but the rising sun could illuminate the room to the east.

Because the sun is shining, she has to get up early to go to school, so she will be particularly impressed.

Comparing it with last night, as well as the ancient poems in the books, Dolma asked this question.

"Little Zhuoma, what you said is very good, the teacher was also awakened by the sun. Populus smirked brightly.

Zhuoma, who made her face a little pale, instantly flushed.

She was just seven years old, and so many classmates looked at her, which put a lot of pressure on her.

The teacher's words reassured her.

"But there is a little bit that you said wrong, and the teacher will explain it to you now. "Approving first and then saying something wrong will make them feel a lot better, and it won't dampen their enthusiasm to think.

Poplar uses simple words to explain the difference between what she sees and what she sees in the poem.

In the end, in order for her to figure out the relationship between the direction and the moon, she also took Dolma outside the classroom, and the other seven also let them out.

Pointing to the sun, and the location of her room.

Ask if Xiao Zhuoma is in this relationship.

The poplar was dry, but in the end, Dolma finally understood these relationships, and that she saw sunlight in front of her bed, not moonlight.

"Do you understand?" asked Hu Yang, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.

"Understood. The little ones replied in loud voices.

"Class!"

After speaking, Hu Yang returned to the room and drank a few sips of tea, rubbed his throat, and sat on a chair to rest for a while.

About five minutes later, Populus re-entered the classroom.

Seeing Zhuoma sitting upright and reciting ancient poems silently, he smiled.

The second class was for Nima, who was in the fourth grade, because he had previously said that he was going to dictate his English words.

As a result of his hard work, all the words were correct, and Hu Yang drew red "checks" on his workbook, and finally wrote down two English words, "very good".

Immediately after that, we will teach what is in the textbook, how to read it, what it means, how the sentence is structured, and what it consists of.

He listens very carefully and will bring up anything he doesn't understand.

I don't know how to pretend to understand.

This is also a habit cultivated by Populus euphratica.

After all, because there are few students, it can be completely taken into account.

In this way, after one grade, the class is given to the other grade.

It will not be strictly divided into forty-five minutes per class, but as long as it is handed in a few times, the student can barely learn, and he will let him learn it by himself for a while.

If there is something you don't understand in the process of learning, wait until the interval between classes and classes for Populus euphratica to bring it up.

One teacher teaching the whole school can only be more efficient in this way.

Time slipped away at the moment when Hu Yang and the students flipped through the textbooks, without a trace.

The teachers teach diligently, and the students tirelessly absorb knowledge, broaden their horizons, and paint a perfect picture.

...............

"Dolma, today the teacher will teach you a new ancient poem. "Now it's Dolma's turn for preschool.

Populus wrote on the blackboard:

Spring Dawn

Tang Meng Haoran

Spring sleep is not aware,

Birds are heard everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night,

How much do you know about the flowers?

"Come, read to the teacher. I read it several times with little Dolma, and then asked her to try to see if she could read it.

Teaching ancient poems to primary school students, naturally, is not just for them to be able to read, but also to explain what the ancient poem says and what it is about.

"Meng Haoran, a poet of the Tang Dynasty and a representative poet of the Tang Dynasty landscape idyll......" first briefly introduces the author of this poem, and then explains the content.

Of course, some of the new words in it also have to be taught, and she has to write.

Hu Yang said above, but Xiao Zhuoma was a little out of the world, and his throat was still moving from time to time.

"Dolma, what are you thinking?" asked Hu Yang softly.

Although his voice was gentle, he still jumped off Dolma.

Immediately sit upright and show a serious attitude and posture of listening to the lecture.

"Don't be afraid, tell the teacher, what were you thinking just now?" said Hu Yang smiled.

It seems to be thinking about the consequences of saying it or not saying it.

In the end, she stood up shyly, and she said, "Teacher, does he have a lot of candy to eat?"

What?

What is little Dolma talking about?

Hu Yang said he didn't understand her.

"Who has candy?"

"The man who wrote the poem. The little finger pointed to the blackboard, then blushed and lowered his head.

Hu Yang turned his head to look, and instantly came to his senses and understood who she was talking about.

It turned out to be Meng Haoran.

Tang dynasty......

Sugar Bag ......

Hey, sighed silently.

"You sit down first. He turned and left the classroom and returned to his room.

When he reappeared in the classroom, holding a box in his hand, he grabbed a handful of candy from it and placed it in front of each child.

Since Dolma is the youngest, Populus euphratica is also the best for her, giving her two more, and finally even giving her the box.

Reaching out and touching Xiao Zhuoma's head, he said, "Now you are also a person with sugar, remember to study hard in the future, you know?"

"Teacher, you eat. She picked up the largest one from the pile of candy and handed it to Populus.

Seeing that Xiao Zhuoma was a little timid, Hu Yang took it with a smile, peeled off the wrapping paper and put the sugar in his mouth.

"You eat too, we don't have classes now. His voice trembled.

After saying that, he walked out, afraid that he would not be able to hold back his tears in front of the children.