frightfiction Chapter 525: Teaching Children to Write Compositions
Chapter 525: Teaching Children to Write Compositions
Zhao Yunshu explained each section to Dazhuang, adding beautiful words.
"Change it and see."
Da Zhuang listened to Zhao Yunshu and started to make changes immediately.
"If you read it yourself, isn't it very different?"
Da Zhuang read it several times, trying to make it better than what he had written himself.
Modify it one section at a time like this.
"Nini is still amazing."
Mrs. Zhao was taking a nap in her room and could vaguely hear the sounds coming from the main room.
I've only been back for a few days, but I've already given Da Zhuang a lot of extra lessons.
"It's really amazing. The third brother has set up a supplementary class at the school. Each class is not cheap."
What's more, Nini gives Dazhuang one-on-one tutoring.
"Da Zhuang will go to high school in the city in the second half of the year, and he will take the college entrance examination in two years. Wife, time has passed so quickly, and Da Zhuang is already in high school."
Mrs. Zhao also agreed.
"Brother Jianping, isn't Nini working at the company?"
Before, my mother-in-law went to Beijing to take care of my sister-in-law because she was working in the company.
"Nini must be on holiday at work."
Zhao Jianping didn't know how to ask.
After all, Nini must be working in a confidential unit.
He knew this, just like his second uncle's previous missions, they were all confidential and could not be told to outsiders.
Mrs. Zhao also knew that her sister-in-law was no longer an ordinary person.
Graduate school.
Still working.
One month's salary is not low.
"Then let's write an essay about the arrival of spring. Write about it from all aspects. How do you feel about the arrival of spring? Write about your labor? Write about the vibrant spring air, and so on. Think about it yourself."
"Aunt, I understand. I'll write it this afternoon."
His composition score was indeed not very high.
Zhao Yunshu glanced at a room. "Erzhuang, Xiaozhuang, Dami, all of you, come out. Come on, Dami and Xiaozhuang, write a diary of about 200 words. As for Erzhuang, write me an essay about the autumn harvest of about 500 words. Give it to me before dinner."
"Aunt, we don't want to read anymore. Can we not write?"
"No."
After I had arranged everything for them, I ignored their aggrieved looks and went back to the house.
Da Zhuang looked at them with amusement, "You think our excitement is so good-looking? If you can't write, I can tell you about it."
Xiao Zhuang curled his lips and said, "Brother, you still need to write an essay."
Da Mi looked at Da Zhuang and asked, "Brother, how do I write in my diary?"
The two younger ones are only in the second grade.
At most, you can write based on pictures. For simple ones, a few dozen or a hundred words are enough.
"A diary is a record of what happened in a day."
"The weather can be sunny, rainy, cloudy, or rainstorm. Write about things that happen in the morning, at noon, and at night."
The two little ones understood.
I happily went back to the house to write.
Er Zhuang looked at his older brother and asked, "Brother, how should I write my composition?"
how to write?
"Why would you write about the autumn harvest? Focus on what you harvested, your mood during the harvest, and so on."
What to do during autumn harvest?
Harvesting crops, of course.
Can share food.
The autumn harvest is tiring, but also very satisfying.
Er Zhuang nodded and said, "Brother, I will write it right away. If I don't know how to write, I will ask you."
Da Zhuang had no objection and wanted to write too.
Write about spring.
Six hundred words, and it has to be written in the way my aunt told me before.
"Your hair isn't dry yet?" Huo Shaobei saw her enter the room, walked over and touched her hair. It was already half dry, but still a little wet.
"You two little ones, keep an eye on them, they're just going to run out. Tomorrow is a holiday, maybe your uncle and the others will be back?"
For the past two days, my children have been taken out to play by their nephews every day.
“Is this letting yourself go?”
Zhao Yunshu shrugged, "I don't know about that."
The two children are only two years old. How can they let themselves go?
"I'll wipe your hair and take a nap."
Take a nap?
"Honey, let's sleep together."
It is only at this time that it can be so quiet.
"You sleep, I'll fan you."
Fan?
"It's a cool mat, it's not too hot, let's sleep together for a while."
"Together."
The young couple talked in low voices.
"Give them some English lessons, everyday English. Even though they're not majoring in foreign languages right now and don't have to take exams, what if they have to take foreign language exams in the future?"
"Row."
Huo Shaobei is good at foreign languages, and he teaches his nephew and his two children together.
Daily necessities, self-introduction, and simple conversation.
Huo Shaobei has no problem teaching these.
"Little ones, it's summer vacation now and we want to play. Can you listen?"
"Don't worry, I can listen to you."
Zhao Yunshu couldn't help but kiss Huo Shaobei on the face.
Just close your eyes and take a nap.
When I go back to work, I'm afraid it will be difficult to come back at this time?
"These little ones are just too idle. Even when the sun is so strong, they still take Little Youzi and Little Lemon out for a walk." Grandma Zhao said softly, holding a palm-leaf fan in her hand, gently fanning the two children who were sleeping on the mat.
“It’s been quite hot this summer.”
They spent their summer vacation last year at the second child's place.
There is a fan on the second side.
But now when I go back to my hometown, there is no fan, so it is only cooler at night, but it is still very hot during the day.
"Little Lemon asked me to weave a small backpack for her."
Grandpa Zhao is quite fond of his two little ones.
"Weave one for each of them, and make them smaller. They are too heavy and cannot be carried."
"Not very big."
"And the straw hats, the straw hats they wear are too big."
Can cover the eyes.
A few little ones were writing essays at the desks in the room.
I dare not not write, not because I am afraid of being beaten, but because I am afraid of not having meat to eat.
If they do poorly on the test, they can just get a beating from their dad.
But here with my aunt, she wouldn't beat them. Instead, she let them watch the adults eat meat.
"Xiao Zhuang, how much have you written?" Dami came over to look at Xiao Zhuang's.
Xiao Zhuang took a pen and wrote down what happened this morning.
"Mi, it's a sunny day today. We had breakfast this morning and took my younger brothers and sisters out to play."
Is this all?
When it's time to go to work, these little ones are still trying to write.
Zhao Jianping also went to their room to take a look and saw that they were all busy with their heads down.
It’s different when Nini is at home.
These little ones will listen to whatever you say.
Instead, he, as a father, has to hold the stick.
“Dad, Dad…”
Huo Shaobei heard the shouting outside and wanted to get up, which startled Zhao Yunshu who was standing beside him.
"Call them in."
These two little ones.
We can't let them be too idle either.
"Mommy mommy....."
When the two little ones entered the room, they saw Zhao Yunshu still lying on the bed, "Mom..."
"come over."
The two little ones came into the room and climbed onto the bed.
"Come, let's recite poetry."
The two little ones can already recognize some words.
Even write.
Write a big character every day.
Grandpa Zhao heard the conversation coming from the room and went into the mountains to cut bamboo.
After cutting bamboo, I made backpacks for Xiao Youzi and the others.