Looking at these lovely children in front of him, Xu Hong felt that he was back in his childhood, sitting in the classroom and listening to the teacher's lectures. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xu Hong knew that these children didn't like to tell him something incomprehensible, and if they wanted to make them like their lessons, they had to tell them some more attractive stories.

Art has nothing to do with storytelling. But in order to make these children like his class, Xu Hong can only make up stories for the children.

Thinking of this, Xu Hong asked the children: "What kind of art class do you like, do you like to draw!" ”

"We love to draw." Some of my classmates said they liked to draw.

"We don't like to draw, we love to listen to stories, Mr. Xu, tell me some stories!" There are also some students who don't want to draw, just want to listen to Mr. Xu's story!

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As soon as Xu Hong heard the voices of these children, he felt a little embarrassed.

"What can I do, some people like to draw, but some people don't like to draw and want to hear stories. What should I do, how should I teach them! ”

Xu Hong didn't know what to do for a while. What do you have to do to meet all the children's requirements? This kid wants to draw. That kid, who wants to hear the story, what the hell should I do?

Xu Hong's brain was spinning rapidly, and he was wondering how he could satisfy the whole class.

Thinking about it, Xu Hong felt that as soon as he had an idea, he had an idea.

Xu Hong picked up the chalk, 'swished', and drew a drawing of a villain on the blackboard.

This villain looks very strange. He has a bare head and three hairs growing on it.

If it was in the world before Xu Hong's death, no matter who painted this villain, no matter who he looked at, he would know who Xu Hong was painting and what the name of this villain was. Especially the children, they know what the name of this villain is, and they may tell the story of this villain.

But this is a parallel world, and the children in this world, I'm afraid that no one knows the name of this villain and his story.

"Look, everyone, is this villain I drew good-looking!" After Xu Hong finished painting, he looked back at everyone.

"It's not good-looking, why does this villain have three hairs, it's not good-looking at all."

The children looked at the villains painted by Xu Hong, and they tilted their little heads one by one, and they felt that the villains painted by Xu Hong were not very good-looking.

"It's not good-looking, haha, your level of appreciation is really high! Well, then you say, why did I paint three hairs for this little man! Xu Hong looked at everyone and asked.

"Teacher Xu, you can't draw. So only draw three hairs for the villain. Because, you don't know how many hairs are on the heads of little ones. ”

"Mr. Xu, you don't know how to draw hair, so you only drew three to represent all the hair."

"Teacher Xu, you may know one, two, three, and you know these three numbers, so draw three hairs for this villain."

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As soon as the children heard Xu Hong ask like this, they all started their brains and wondered why Xu Hong painted like this.

"Haha! Ha ha! ------”

When Xu Hong heard what the children said, he simply laughed back and forth. I really didn't expect that the children would have such a novel idea, I really don't know it, it's really funny to hear it.

After listening to what the other children said, he saw that the little fat man didn't say anything, so he came to the little fat man again and pointed at him and said, "Comrade squad leader, can you tell me why I painted three hairs for this little man." ”

The little fat man stood up, thought for a moment and said, "Teacher Xu must want to draw three first, and then wait a while, let us children, each go up and draw another hair for the little man, so that the little man will have a lot of hair." ”

As soon as the little fat man's words came out, Xu Hong burst into laughter on the spot. The other children also laughed when they heard the little fat man's words.

"Alright, kids, don't talk nonsense. I'm going to tell you why I painted three hairs for this little man. Because the name of this villain is - Sanmao. Xu Hong picked up the chalk again as he spoke, and wrote the word 'Sanmao' next to the villain.

"What, his name is Sanmao. Ha ha! It's fun. ”

When the children heard Xu Hong say that the villain's name was Sanmao, they all laughed again.

After a while, Xu Hong asked the children again: "You say, why did I give this villain a name of Sanmao!" ”

This question seems to be too simple, and the children said in unison without thinking: "Because this little man only has three hairs on his head, he is called Sanmao." Does he only have three hairs! ”

"Well, it seems that you guys are still very smart! I also know that three hairs means three hairs. Okay, now everyone starts to draw this little man, let me see who can draw it well. ”

Xu Hong knows that he is an art teacher, so he has to teach children to draw! That's my main task.

But as soon as these children heard Xu Hong's words, some of them were not happy.

"Mr. Xu, you didn't say you were going to tell us a story, why are you letting us draw again."

"Yes, Mr. Xu, we have to listen to stories, not paint."

"We have to listen to stories, don't draw, don't draw."

As soon as the children heard Xu Hong say that they should paint, they were unhappy.

"It's okay to tell a story, then you have to draw this picture first, let me see how you draw, and then I can tell a story!" Because, the story I want to tell is the story of this little friend named Sanmao, don't you draw him first, how can I tell it! ”

Xu Hong knew that even if he coaxed them, he had to let them learn to paint first, this was his main business, and he couldn't lose his main business.

"Oh well! Let's draw first! ”

These children, it seems, are also relatively easy to coax. As soon as Xu Hong said this, he began to take out his drawing book, and while looking at the blackboard, he began to copy Xu Hong's Sanmao children's paintings.

Children draw very quickly, because they just draw an outline, and they don't retouch or polish, so they can draw it in a few minutes.

"Mr. Xu, I've finished drawing, can I tell the story!"

"Mr. Xu, I've also drawn it, can you tell a story!"

The children just wanted to listen to Xu Hong's story, so they soon drew Sanmao into their own drawing books.

"Okay, let me see how you drew first." As Xu Hong spoke, he came to the children in the first row, picked up their picture books and looked at them.

He read a few books, and felt that they were not very good, obviously there was no painting foundation at all, and even this kind of painting was not like a gourd painting.

However, when he came to the little fat man and picked up his coloring book, he felt that his eyes lit up.

Not to mention, this little fat man doesn't look chubby, it makes people feel like a rough person. But the paintings painted by others are still quite elephant.

"Mr. Xu, how did I draw, the little fat man looked at Xu Hong and asked happily." Yes, this is the best painting I've ever seen. Xu Hong returned the book to the little fat man and praised him.

"Really, thank you, Mr. Xu." When the little fat man heard Xu Hong say this, a smile appeared on his face again.

"I now know why you can't study well, and whether you're using all your interest in drawing." Looking at the little fat man's paintings, Xu Hong felt that this kid was not a child who liked to paint, usually only thinking about painting, and delayed his study.

"Yes! I love drawing, whether it's in Chinese class or math class, I'm drawing! After listening to Xu Hong's words, the little fat man said that he really loves to paint. I spent all my time in class drawing.

"Little fat man, how can this work, painting is secondary, learning is the main thing. How can you just think about drawing! If that's the case, of course you're not going to be able to study well. ”

Xu Hong listened to the little fat man's words and taught him a lesson.

"Oh, Mr. Xu, I see. After that, I stopped drawing in class. The little fat man was quite sensible, and after listening to Xu Hong's words, he immediately agreed.

"Okay, let me see what other little fat men have drawn." Xu Hong left the little fat man and walked to the back again.

He looked at some of the children's drawings. It doesn't feel like it's very well drawn. There are also some good individual paintings. But it's not as good as the little fat man's drawing.

After reading it once, Xu Hong returned to the podium.

"Children, I just looked at the villain drawings that everyone drawn. It doesn't feel very good, which shows that people don't usually like to draw much. There are so many of you, and the little fat man's painting is okay. None of the others drew like it.

In the future, we need to train more, painting is a skill, and only by training more can we master the skills of painting.

Alright, that's all for drawing! As I said earlier, I'm going to tell you a story after you've finished drawing. Now I'm going to talk too, everyone listens, I can tell you a story about Sanmao. ”

One of the reasons why Xu Hong tells the story of Sanmao is because this is a story about children. It is very suitable for elementary school students. Also, he also knows the story about Sanmao, let him tell other stories, he is afraid that he will not be able to tell it for a while!

Sanmao's story, in the world before Xu Hong's death, can be said to be a well-known children's story, both adults and children know this story.

The story of "Sanmao Wanderings" is like this.

Sanmao, a Chinese child with a bleak background, hunger and cold, humiliation, and poverty with only three hairs left, was born in 1935 from the pen of Zhang Leping, an outstanding Chinese cartoonist. "Sanmao Wanderings" was created in 1947 and serialized in Ta Kung Pao that year. He has no relatives, he is lonely, he is always bullied, and the money he earns is not enough to even eat a full meal, but he is always so responsible and does not have a sense of resentment. With a pen, a few paintings, and no need for a word or even a symbol, the author vividly expresses the tragic experience of this street child who was enslaved, bullied, ****ed, and trampled on in the old society. It not only exposes the coldness, cruelty, ugliness, fraud and injustice of the world, but more importantly, it strongly stimulates and touches the sympathy of every kind person!

"Sanmao's Wanderings" describes Sanmao's bumpy fate and encounters after begging to the city, and at the same time shows Sanmao's poignant, helpless, and humorous wandering experience of constantly looking for happiness and warmth. tells the bitter experience of the orphan Sanmao. In Shanghai before the liberation, Sanmao was a street child in old Shanghai, who had no home, no relatives, no home, no food and clothing. I ate the paste used for advertising, slept in a garbage truck, and draped a broken sack over my body in winter to keep out the cold. In order to survive, he sold newspapers, picked up cigarette butts, and helped others push rickshaws, but he was always bullied, but the money he earned was not enough to eat a full meal. Only the street children with the same fate as him care for him and give him warmth.

In the thirties, the beach became the cradle of people from all walks of life to realize their dreams of gold rushing, and Sanmao, a thin and pitiful, wandering bitter child, lived in such a glittering metropolis. One day, Sanmao, who was picking up cigarette butts for money to satisfy his hunger, came to the vicinity of the big casino Qichongtian with his companion Xiao Laizi, but unexpectedly received generous alms from the grain and oil tycoon Wu Zifu; Subsequently, Wu Zifu mysteriously fell from the building and fell unconscious that night, and the relationship between Wu Zifu and Sanmao and Sanmao's life experience caused Xinguang Daily reporter Hou Yiwen to follow up and investigate by unscrupulous means. In order to declare justice, Sanmao met his good friend Xiaofang, and then experienced the bitter life of shoe shine and performing arts. It reveals the social background of the darkness at that time, and the warmth of people's hearts and their self-awareness, which is thought-provoking. At the same time, it also calls on people in today's society to give their love and care, so that they can gather together and become warm sunshine to shine on the lives of those who are in the dark lower strata of society.

Xu Hong is very familiar with this comic story. When I was a child, I don't know how many times I watched manga and movies about this story, as well as cartoons. It can be said that he knows the image of Sanmao well.

Now these children want to listen to him tell stories, of course he has to tell the story of "Sanmao Wanderings".

These children, it seems, have not heard the stories of their teachers. Now when I heard that Mr. Xu was really going to tell the story, I immediately sat down one by one, holding my little face with both hands, and looked attentive.

Looking at the serious appearance of the children, Xu Hong recalled the story he knew about "Sanmao Wandering" before his death, and began to tell stories to the children.

"Once upon a time in the old society, in a southern metropolis, there was a little child, his name was Sanmao. When he was born, he was abandoned by his parents and became an orphan. Every day I live a life of no clothes and no food-----"

Xu Hong told this children's story that he was very familiar with during his lifetime, telling it himself, and he was completely immersed in it. (To be continued.) )