Because the plan book can be taught today, but Qiuqiu must choose it herself, and the teacher can't make the decision for her.

"Tonight."

One more day of training, one more chance of winning.

Jiang Qiuwan in his previous life was not very good, and his rebirth only increased his experience, and his knowledge and IQ did not grow.

To put it bluntly, whether you can successfully counterattack in this life depends on your efforts in this life.

Study hard, work hard to complete tasks, and try to gain free points to improve your attributes.

The only thing that doesn't need much training is addition and subtraction within ten, which shouldn't be difficult for an adult, right?

There is nothing wrong with recitation, but you need to learn it, master the recitation skills, and then add feelings and be generous, so that it is basically successful, after all, it is a 3-6 year old competition area, and it will not be difficult.

The recitation of ancient poems requires good training, and a large number of recitations are required, because Qiuqiu does not know a few poems, and what he learned before has been returned to the teacher.

I remember a few well-known songs, but with just those few songs, it is impossible to win awards.

The three competitions are very stable according to Qiuqiu's ideas.

"How are the three subjects distributed? What to go first? Do you have any suggestions? ”

"Let's first memorize ancient poems, then recite them, and then do math and oral arithmetic."

"Okay, then follow Qiuqiu's arrangement."

Teacher Zhang sent Qiuqiu's training arrangements to the corresponding teacher, and took Qiuqiu out of the office.

Because Qiuqiu was going to participate in training next, he didn't send her to the classroom, but went to a small classroom, a classroom that Qiuqiu had never been to before.

Entering the small classroom, there is already a teacher waiting inside.

Teacher Zhang introduced: "This is the teacher who trains the recitation of ancient poems"

"Hello teacher."

"Qiuqiu is good."

The teacher who trained the recitation of ancient poems was very gentle, Jiang Qiuwan was very happy, and she was a gentle young lady.

Hmm~, in fact, the teachers who teach Jiang Qiuwan now are very gentle.

Because the kindergarten students are still young, if the teacher is too strict, it is not good for the students, so the teachers who work in the kindergarten are the best, whether it is patience or character.

After Mr. Zhang withdrew, he started the class.

"Have you ever been exposed to ancient poetry before?"

"After contact, I will recite "Silent Night Thoughts" and "Spring Dawn"."

"Can you memorize it for me?"

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much. ”

"That's right, it's right, will Qiuqiu have anything else?"

"Something else? Nothing else. ”

Jiang Qiuwan thought about it carefully, she was numb, she really couldn't, and the rest would only be one or two sentences, but she couldn't memorize the whole song.

For example, the sentence that will be put into the wine:

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Hmm~, forget about anything else, just remember these few sentences.

There are other poems that are the same, I remember a sentence or two, and maybe I don't remember the name of the ancient poem.

This kind of work doesn't work, you have to memorize it again.

"Okay, the two songs are already very powerful, and I'll teach you "Hoe He" next."

"Oh~, I'll do this too."

Jiang Qiuwan touched his nose weakly, not to say that he really can't remember, he really doesn't blame me.

"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil.

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. ”