This poem is all, nothing, dead, horns!

From the beginning to the end, but more than 20 words, but accurately depicted the white goose floating in the green water, happy calling scene, written in an easy-to-understand way, bright colors, vivid image, not only wrote the general characteristics of the goose, but also depicted a fresh and pleasant "goose play clear wave" picture. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Most importantly, the poem is full of childlike innocence!

Especially the three "goose" words at the beginning of the previous chapter, the typical performance of the children seeing the big white goose, this poem, more than one word, less than a word, is not an exaggeration.

"Impossible, this is impossible!" Xie Dingnan was anxious, said two impossibilities in a row, pointed at Xiaoxiao and shouted, "She, she copied it, she cheated." ”

Xie Dingnan's voice was very loud, and the three or four people at the table could hear it, but who had the kung fu to take care of him.

Cheat?

Who is not cheating?

Which of the children who went up just now was not written by the parents and then memorized?

Everyone turned a blind eye and passed, you still have to climb up the pole inch by inch, right, dig a pit for a child who hasn't even grown teeth, you want to be shameless.

Teacher Guo was not happy anymore, and said in his heart that you sincerely want to embarrass the third class, right, sponsoring a few things is amazing, is it interesting to do this?

Syllable.

Smack.

Bang bang bang.

I don't know who took the lead in applauding, and in an instant, the applause in the entire rest place was thunderous, Xie Dingnan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the applause, and everyone didn't want to hear what he said again.

Xie Dingnan was forcibly interrupted, but the children were surprised by the sudden applause, and one of them asked their adults with a blank little face.

"Dad, is this poem well written?"

"Mom, why are you applauding? ”

"Dad, Dad, is it that I can't get a reward. ”

The child asked, of course, the parents will not shirk, one by one began to explain, but some parents have a limited level of education, really can't say anything, in the end, or Mr. Guo spoke, "Students, everyone be quiet, just now I heard a classmate ask, what is good about this poem, the teacher below will explain to you, this poem, the best and most exciting, is its simplicity, Xiaoxiao," Teacher Guo greeted Xiaoxiao, "You read the poem just now, and the students below close their eyes and listen to it." ”

"Good!"

The children closed their eyes while answering, and many parents also closed their eyes, and Chenyang sat there and closed his eyes with relief.

"Goose goose goose, song to the sky. ”

Xiaoxiao began to recite poems, this time, her speech speed was much slower than just now, the child's immature voice and elementary reading skills, subdued and frustrated, made people feel like someone was holding a feather and fluctuating in her heart, crispy and numb, a little want to laugh.

"The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves. ”

The last two sentences were also read, and everyone opened their eyes.

Teacher Guo said, "In the poems that Xiaoxiao read just now, did you imagine that the big white geese swimming in the lake are all swimming in the lake? They are holding their heads up, swimming in the water one by one, their white feathers floating on the water, and their red paws paddling below?"

The children nodded in unison, "Yes." ”

Mr. Guo continued, "This is the charm of this poem, you see, poetry does not have to be difficult to understand, nor does it have to be very lyrical, it can be very straightforward, very innocent, is what you feel and think in your heart." ”

Just now, many parents wrote poems that are either sad and sad or moaning without illness, although it looks very literary, but this is by no means what she wants to teach the children, taking this opportunity, Teacher Guo by the way said what he was embarrassed to say just now, and several other teachers also nodded in agreement.

What is good poetry?

What is a boutique?

What does it mean to be immersive?

That's it!

You don't need flowery rhetoric, you don't need too much emotion, just a few words, and a picture appears.

After a pause, Mr. Guo criticized himself again, "In fact, this mistake is often made by teachers, always thinking that writing poetry is to write scenes and lyrics, and to learn from the ancients to integrate scenes into their own feelings, so they often take detours when writing, but today, the teacher listened to Xiaoxiao's poems, and suddenly found that even if there is no emotion, just describing one thing is also a way to write poetry." ”

At the end, Teacher Guo squatted down and touched Xiaoxiao's head, "Xiaoxiao, thank you for teaching the teacher, can you tell the teacher that you wrote this poem?"

"My brother wrote it to me. ”

In the final analysis, Xiaoxiao is still a child, and when she was praised by the teacher like this, she immediately happily didn't know that she was going to go on stage and say that Xie Dingnan was also thrown out of the clouds.

It's just that there is no need for her to do any more work to slap her face now, because when Xie Dingnan yelled at cheating just now, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at him.

This kind of person who cares about children is looked down upon by everyone.

"Your brother?" Mr. Guo frowned, glanced in the direction of Chenyang, and said in his heart No, you wrote?

Although Xiaoxiao usually doesn't do homework and is not polite to people, from the bottom of her heart, Teacher Guo feels that the parents' work is not in place, but since Chenyang in the car swore at Xie Dingnan in front of so many children, she has a certain opinion about this man in his twenties, but she didn't say it.

Such a casual swear word can also write poetry?

Are you kidding.

It is not only Mr. Guo who has such thoughts, but also the parents of the third class.

It's just that, except for those in the know, other parents don't think there's anything, some are still burying their heads in writing poems for their children, and some are revising what their children have written, anyway, they are busy with their own work.

Out of politeness, Chenyang stood up and gestured.

Unfortunately, not many people paid attention to this gesture at all, and only a few people glanced in their direction, and then quickly withdrew their gaze.

On the stage, Mr. Guo asked Chenyang in embarrassment, "Brother Xiaoxiao, what do you call it?"

After receiving so many praises, Xiaoxiao was a little crazy, and without waiting for Chenyang to speak, she snatched Mr. Guo's microphone, leaned forward with her small body, and yelled at the microphone, "My brother's name is Chenyang, he is a column editor, he is handsome, his income is not high, he is still single, he likes beautiful and filial girls, preferably no more than three years old, and he has written...... "She took a breath," she ......wrote, "The Ugly Duckling" and "The Little Match Girl." ”

Xiaoxiao roared in a hurry, and by the end there had been a broken sound.

Children are children after all, and people will make people laugh when they come crazy and do something, just like Xiaoxiao's blind date resume with Chenyang now, if you change someone else, everyone will laugh crazy, but now the lounge is quiet, and there is little laughter.

Teacher Guo was stunned.

The fat woman was stunned.

Many parents opened their mouths in shock.

Morning Sun?

The morning sun who wrote "The Little Match Girl"?

The morning sun who saved a life with "The Ugly Duckling"?

The Chenyang who wrote "Answer" and "Declaration" on Weibo and caused the children's newspaper to suspend its sale?

Hold a big grass, it can't be true!