"Students, please open your textbooks, today we will start to study the first lesson "In the Hard Years"" Teacher Zhou turned around and wrote the title of the text on the blackboard.

In the sound of turning the book, Zhang Jiaming also opened his textbook, the illustration of the text is a sculpture of an old Red Army soldier and a little Red Army soldier snuggling together, the old Red Army is playing the flute, and the little Red Army is holding a rifle in his arms, his eyes staring into the distance.

After writing the topic of the text, Teacher Zhou turned around and asked the class, "Yesterday I sent out a new textbook, please raise your hand to the students who have studied at home." ”

Zhang Jiaming was entangled in his heart for a moment, and then raised his hand high.

In fact, after reporting yesterday, Zhang Jiaming went to the video hall he was preparing, and rearranged the seats in the room with his distant cousin, and then bought thick curtains that blocked the light and hung them, and he was busy until it was dark before returning home.

After dinner, I was pulled by my sister Zhang Jiali and held a family music party, fortunately, Zhang Jiali's electronic piano playing level has improved a lot, at least it didn't make Zhang Jiaming have goosebumps again, and he played until nine o'clock, and was pushed to bed by his mother to sleep, and Zhang Jiaming didn't even touch this language book.

Zhang Jiaming thought that although he didn't preview this text yesterday, he really previewed this text yesterday thirty years ago, whether it was in his previous life or in this life, this skin belonged to him, and he was not a child who lied even if he raised his hand, so Zhang Jiaming tangled and raised his hand.

Teacher Zhou pointed at Zhang Jiaming, "Zhang Jiaming, please read this text aloud." ”

Zhang Jiaming stood up, took the textbook in his hand, and read it aloud with deep affection: "The Red Army repelled another attack of the enemy and rested on the hillside. It was getting dark, and there was a lot of silence around. A melodious flute sounded in the valley. The flute was played by an old Red Army. He sat on a stone ......"

After reading a text, Zhang Jiaming raised his eyes to look at Teacher Zhou, who smiled and said, "Very good!" Have a seat! Zhang Jiaming's reading just now was very emotional, expressing his deep reverence for the revolutionary ancestors, and the reading was very smooth. ”

Teacher Zhou's Chinese class teaching is superb! Not only did she give interesting explanations, but she also did not forget to give full play to the associations of her classmates at any time and mobilize the whole class to follow her thinking.

Seeing that the class was about to end, Teacher Zhou also talked about the last section of the text, "The little red army listened to the flute and looked into the distance attentively. He saw the future and saw hope. Ask the students to develop rich associations, what future and hope does this little Red Army soldier see? Please raise your hand to answer. ”

Many students actively raised their hands to speak, and Teacher Zhou pretended to be a coercive with his fingers, "Luo Jian, please answer." ”

Luo Jian stood up with a bandage on one arm, and if he changed into a costume from the text, he would immediately be a little Red Army soldier who was alive and lightly injured and could not get out of the line of fire.

Luo Jian replied: "This little Red Army soldier must have seen that the enemy in the distance was several times more than his side, so he thought, how great it would be if each of our Red Army soldiers could fight three at a time!" If that happens, then we can win this battle. ”

"Poof!" Zhang Jiaming almost laughed, I can't complain about you, why did you recognize one and fight three! One hits four lines? One hits five lines, no? Also, what are you doing with a bandage hanging from your arm all day! If you don't pretend to force you to die for a day?

"The answer is inaccurate, please be seated." Teacher Zhou continued to ask, "Is there any other student who has a different answer?" ”

Then a few more students stood up to speak, but Teacher Zhou was still not satisfied, and then Zhang Jiaming raised his hand.

"Zhang Jiaming, please answer this question." Teacher Zhou nodded slightly.

"This little soldier of the Red Army not only saw the victory of the battle in front of him, but also saw the victory of the National Liberation War, and he also saw the beautiful picture of the people of the whole country living and working in peace and contentment without the war, and he also saw the joyful scene of reuniting with his relatives...... Zhang Jiaming stood up and listed a large number of scenes.

"Zhang Jiaming's answer just now is very comprehensive and very good!" Teacher Zhou gave Zhang Jiaming a thumbs up.

Zhang Jiaming puffed up his small chest and sat proudly on the chair.

Teacher Zhou sorted out Zhang Jiaming's speech of casting a wide net and fishing more fish just now, and extracted the key points from it, and this lively and interesting Chinese class ended with the ringing of the bell after class.

Zhang Jiaming was about to call Lu Xiaokun and Zhou Wei out of the classroom to play, when Teacher Zhou walked up to him with a magazine in his hand and put the magazine on Zhang Jiaming's desk.

Zhang Jiaming saw that this was the latest issue of "Juvenile Literature and Art", which was the first major issue of children's books in this era, he was a little unaware, and he had the impression that he had never subscribed to this kind of magazine, and his favorite thing to read was "Children's Literature", and the magazine "Juvenile Literature and Art" was a bit too literary for him, and he didn't like to read it.

I remember that my sister Zhang Jiali subscribed to this magazine at that time, and Zhang Jiaming once asked his mother for money to subscribe to "Children's Literature" but failed, so Zhang Jiaming and his mother had an awkward quarrel for several days.

Teacher Zhou explained with a smile: "Zhang Jiaming, my essay for your final exam last semester was recommended by me to this magazine, but I didn't expect it to be published so soon. ”

"Really, fakely?" Zhang Jiaming hurriedly opened the magazine and soon found his name in the catalog, but the title of the article was changed to "Technology Changes the Future" by the editor of the magazine.

Teacher Zhou put a post office remittance slip in front of Zhang Jiaming, "And this remittance slip is the manuscript fee given to you by the magazine, and I will go to the school guidance office to give you a certificate, and you can go to the post office to take out the money." ”

Zhang Jiaming read: "Eighty-one pieces and five cents and six!" Hey, it's quite a lot! ”

Teacher Zhou also smiled, "But it's a lot!" It's more than 20 yuan more than Mr. Zhou's monthly salary! ”

Zhang Jiaming said unashamedly: "My thousand-mile horse has finally met Mr. Zhou, your Bole!" ”

Zhang Jiaming is quite good at talking, not only beautifying himself without any lower limit, but also praising Teacher Zhou with him.

Teacher Zhou laughed happily and said, "During the last class, the magazine also called me, saying that their magazine will send an editor to our school tomorrow to talk to you about continuing to make an appointment. ”

"I will take advantage of this opportunity, but when I meet with the editor of the magazine tomorrow, Mr. Zhou, you'd better also sit in on it and help the students check the gates!" Zhang Jiaming said with a smile.

"That's no problem, I'll let you know when the people from the magazine come to our school." Teacher Zhou gently stroked Zhang Jiaming's head before leaving the classroom with the lesson plan.

Zhang Jiaming looked at his article published in "Juvenile Literature and Art", and was really happy in his heart, not only because his childhood literary dream came true like this, but also because he sniffed out unlimited business opportunities from it.