Chapter 10: On the counterattack of cultivating immortals and scumbags for scumbags (10)
"Today, let's talk about Li Qingzhao's poem "Proud of the Fisherman", this poem is very beautiful. The artistic conception is broad, magnificent, and romantic. The teacher first instructed the students to turn the textbook to the first few pages, and then wrote Juanxiu's handwriting with chalk.
The Chinese teacher's class is lively and lively, often interacting with the students, and sometimes using the class time to tell some interesting stories to the students. or my own deeds, or others. All in all, the atmosphere in her class was quite good. Basically, the students are not too restrained and uncomfortable in her class.
It is worth mentioning that the teachers in Li Xiao's class are all female teachers.
The Chinese teacher asked everyone to memorize the homework left last night, and then picked up people one by one to stand up and ask questions to memorize, and finally began to give a formal lecture.
The Chinese teacher translated every sentence of "The Pride of the Fisherman" sentence by sentence, and wrote down the context structure and knowledge framework of the whole poem on the blackboard with his own ideas.
For the explanation of ancient poems, the Chinese teacher strives to speak on the spot without delay. Therefore, the easy typos of each sentence, rhetorical devices, expression of emotions, depiction of pictures, and what is the meaning of each sentence are explained in detail. In particular, it also emphasizes the mistakes and mistakes of previous students.
If there is a threesome line, I will follow the good ones, and change the bad ones. Use the mistakes of others to warn yourself and correct them.
When encountering ancient poems, at least two poems should be taught in one class. The speed of the lecture is too slow, and it is easy to pull a learning gap with other classes, throwing out dozens of meters away.
Especially now that it's the third year of junior high school.
It was the hardest and most tiring period of my junior high school career. During this period, every junior high school student made the last effort and fought hard for a better future. Time flies, and if you are not careful, you can't catch the tail of time, you can't catch up with the teacher's progress, and you will regret it at the end of the exam.
The school life in the first year of junior high school is called spending time like a year, and the life of the third year of junior high school is called spending a year like a day! How fast is the time, so fast that the students who usually like to watch the end of class the most ignore the teacher and have already delayed the class. The teacher and classmates were immersed in that extremely harmonious atmosphere, and after being interrupted by the teacher in the next class, they still had a lot of aftertaste.
In the third year of junior high school, the teacher wants to talk more to the students, raise the scores, and do their duty; Students want to listen more, know how to get more scores, be admitted to their ideal high school, and finally fight hard without regrets.
On the premise of ensuring quality, the Chinese teacher accelerated the progress of the next ancient poem. beckoned the students to turn the pages back, and he found a blank blackboard, holding the textbook and about to start speaking.
The Chinese teacher naturally wrinkled his face as soon as he saw Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sha", and then began to enter the nagging mode with his classmates, complaining vigorously and posting his opinions.
"I actually don't like this poem very much, how to say it, I personally think that Yan Shu is moaning without illness, and he has nothing to do when he is full. The poem has a sad emotional tone, but why do I say that? ”
Because this has something to do with Yan Shu's life experience, his career is much smoother than other poets who talk about sorrow, and he has become a generation of prime ministers! Where is it like those who are depressed?! This is completely different from the situation of Du Fu's poem "The Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" in the back! ”
"Worry-free food and clothing, proper career, compared with other people's opportunities, angry people don't pay for their lives! Naturally, I don't like him, but of course it's just a personal opinion. ”
The Chinese teacher's tone was ups and downs, full of sourness, and full of intonation. I don't know if it's to liven up the atmosphere or to vent my depression, in short, the classmates are amused.
After sighing, the Chinese teacher immediately opened up a new topic and began to explain the poem, and it was only in the spare time that he could complete today's task.
Looking up at the time, it was about to be the next class, so I hurriedly picked up the textbook and rushed to the next class. As soon as the Chinese teacher left, everyone was about to lie on the table to make up for a while, and the math teacher who was waiting at the door of the class early saw that the Chinese teacher was out of class, so he impatiently entered the class.
Looking at the table at the back of the classroom, after a few words, he turned his head and quickly wiped the blackboard, and then drew a geometric model on the blackboard with a ruler. "There are still five minutes to go to class, those who should go to the toilet go to the toilet, those who should receive water go to fetch water, and the people who stay in the class will remember the concepts that were taught yesterday. You also have to memorize the concepts of mathematics! ”
Cui Zhenzhen, who was sitting in front of Xia Fanqing, turned her head and picked up the water cup and shook it, Zhang Chu and Xia Fanqing knew what to do. The three of them took their respective water glasses and prepared to sneak out of the back door.
When she walked to Fang Shanshan at Xia Fanqing's back table, Xia Fanqing subconsciously asked, "Shanshan, are you going to fetch water?" Fang Shanshan raised her head, shook her head shyly, took out a few snacks from her schoolbag and handed them to the three of them with a smile.
"How embarrassing is this~" Xia Fanqing saw that there was food to feed, and immediately felt flurry, polite on his lips, but he took one in his hand first. After Zhang Chu and the two saw it, they condemned Xia Fanqing's inconsistent behavior with their eyes, and took it one after the other.
Xia Fanqing didn't think so, really I ate it for nothing?! I often bring snacks to other people's homes! After thanking Fang Shanshan, he walked out of the classroom like a ghost. In the past few days, Cui Zhenzhen has developed the habit of drinking water, at least three glasses of water a day. Receiving water all day long, it is inevitable to ask a few little sisters to accompany you.
So much so that even Xia Fanqing and the others almost developed this habit, and the three of them went to the water dispenser and chatted while receiving water.
"Recently, you seem to have changed~" Zhang Chu leaned in front of Cui Zhenzhen and smiled ill-willedly. "The heart of spring is rippling~"
Cui Zhenzhen's face changed slightly, pushing Zhang Chu. "Yo Yo Yo, I'm annoyed and angry!" As soon as Zhang Chu thought of what Cui Zhenzhen said yesterday, the gossip factor in his heart skyrocketed, and the soul of gossip burned violently.
"What do you say?" "You've been in love with dressing up lately~" "Shut up! It's class! "Naked cover-up, there is only one truth!" "Roll"
Who am I, where am I, what am I doing, why am I here, what should I do······ Why is this topic suddenly not keeping up······ It's embarrassing······
Xia Fanqing followed behind the two with a little hesitation, watching the two laugh and scold. The two of you chased after me, and they were extremely eye-catching in the corridor, which made people look sideways. Xia Fanqing couldn't interject from the conversation, "Could it be that I missed any major news······
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As soon as I got home from school at noon, I picked up my mobile phone, and I saw the unread messages on the screen, all of which were sent by Zhang Chu, who should have told her about Cui Zhenzhen in the morning.
The two didn't talk for long, and Ji Jiao made a phone call. "Xiaoxiao, my mother has recently gone on a business trip to other provinces and has a total balance, and she can't come back for the time being, so you just go out and buy some food by yourself as usual, don't starve yourself, don't worry about money······"
The woman on the other end of the phone looked a little nervous, for fear that Xia Fanqing would complain and be uncomfortable. After all, this is the first time that Xia Fanqing has been at home alone for a long time, and she herself will be a little worried about Xia Fanqing.
For as long as Li Xiao can remember, since she went to junior high school, her father always rarely came home, and he was busy working outside all day long to make money to support his family. Mom always goes out for a day or two from time to time. For Li Xiao, she has long been accustomed to it.
Therefore, of course, Xia Fanqing was coquettish with Ji Jiao sweetly, and said some comforting and caring words to reassure Ji Jiao. When Ji Jiao saw a man in white walking towards her outside the hotel lobby, her tone began to become a little eager, and she hung up the phone in a hurry, "Xiaoxiao, mom has some things to do here, so I'll hang up first." ”
Xia Fanqing didn't think there was anything wrong, so he obediently hung up the phone. Xia Fanqing leaned on the sofa and looked up and saw the family photo on the wall, and became curious about Li Xiao's father, Li Guangkuan.
Xia Fanqing has been in this world for less than a month, and she has never seen this titular father. The cognition of Li Guangkuan can only be obtained from the memories provided by Li Xiao.
In daily life, Ji Jiao rarely talked to Xia Fanqing about him, Xia Fanqing only knew that Li Guangkuan was a handsome uncle with a polite and gentle temperament, and he didn't know much about the rest. Oh, yes, Li Guangkuan's father seems to love Li Xiao, the only daughter. Just as Xia Fanqing was in a trance, Li Xiao's voice came faintly.
"Please, don't, think, he"