House Dad’s Literary Life

It’s a new week. When Jiangcheng, which is in March, is the springtime, the campus of Huijia Primary School is full of spring!

The willow tree with thin willows is drawn, and the sun is full of pale yellow leaves. The most beautiful ones are the peach trees, the pink flowers, the branches, like the cute smiles of the children, the pink powder. Tender, people can't stop the joy of their hearts.

On this beautiful morning, I was depressed for a weekend, and finally forgot the fear of changing teeth. I was wearing two neat girls, dressed in neat school uniforms, carrying their small bags of different colors and holding them. Small hands, bounced back to their class.

They came still early, and there was still a period of time from the early reading class. However, the students who had arrived in the third grade of the first grade were surrounded by the classroom, and the exclamation came one after another.

what happened?

Yan and Lanxin also curiously scraped together.

When the two little girls gathered in the crowd, the children were looking at the back of the blackboard with amazement. Of course, everyone’s eyes fell on the big, cute little jingle on the blackboard.

On Saturday morning, Yang Lan took a picture of Xiao Dang and had already finished all the remaining parts, including the coloring of Xiao Dang, and also used colored pencils to paint it little by little!

Although compared with the original version of Yang Lan's painting, the color tone is slightly lighter, but after all, this is the limitation of chalk painting. In addition to this small problem, this large-scale small jingle, 曦曦 painting is vivid!

Especially the cute smile, the cat lips that are hooked up, people can't help but want to laugh with them.

And now these children have not seen the prototype, this little jingle to them, it seems to open a new world!

At this moment, it is said that Wang Leilei, who has read many books, is helping everyone to read the little story attached to this painting, because there are still some new words that everyone has not learned, so everyone listens very seriously.

"A robot cat suddenly came out of the drawer."

"Dai Xiong was shocked: You, who are you?"

"Little Ding Dong: I am a robot cat from the future. My name is Xiao Dang."

"Nobita: Are you from the future? I don't believe it."

"Small jingle took out two bamboo rafts from the treasure bag on his stomach."

"Little Ding Dong: Let's go play in the sky together!"

"Daxiong: I can't fly, how can I get to the sky?"

"Soon, Daxiong and Xiaodang wearing bamboo poles on their heads are like helicopters and fly into the sky."

"Daxiong: Wow, little jingle, you are amazing!"

"Little Ding Dong: Of course, I still have a lot of fun props in my treasure bag, and I will let you see and see later."

This little story has nothing to do with the story of the real little jingle. Yang Lan told me at night that it is more complicated and wonderful than this!

However, due to the limited space on the blackboard, Yang Lan can only compile a small story for himself, so that children can have a certain degree of understanding of this role through this little story.

However, the effect is that Yang Hao unexpectedly!

When Wang Leilei slowly read the story, all the children in the eyes burst into surprise, joy, and even envy!

Some children looked at the whole little jingle straight.

Some children are enviously watching the bamboo poles on the head.

And there are children, just look at the treasure bag on the stomach!

Such a small story full of science fiction, let them all yearn for a long time. Which child does not want to have a little friend who is as interesting as a small jingle? Which little child has not fantasized that he can fly to the sky to have a look? Which child doesn't want to have a treasure bag with lots of magical items?

"Who is this painting?" I don't know which child raised this question. Suddenly, there are some commotions around the children. You look at me all the time. I look at you and look around.

At this moment, I still have some small shame.

Or Lan Xin is proud, as if she was painting, she said loudly: "I know, I know."

Lan Xin’s big voice suddenly brought all the children’s eyes together.

"It’s a painting!" Lan Xin pointed at the beggars around her, and stood up with a small chest with pride. She said with pride, "I was accompanying you for a long time when I was out of school on Friday. !"

Yes, you can draw this beautiful blackboard painting, and the military medal should also have your heart flying half! Who makes you so hard to be with you, so tired?

Looking at the eyes of the students who were amazed and admired, my heart was also happy. She smiled and said with a little embarrassment: "I taught me to paint, so that our blackboard newspaper is much better!" ”

"Then, you and your father are too powerful!" Wang Leilei said enviously.

However, before the happy completion, the other students asked with excitement: "Hey, is there any? Is there any other fun props?"

“Is a small jingle a real cat?”

“Is it a small jingle to charge?”

With so many questions, some of them were overwhelmed. Fortunately, she answered an arbitrary door prop, and the students got a burst of surprise and yelled. The ringtone of the early reading class also rang. Rescued.

......

Not only these young children, but even every teacher who came to class today, seeing this big and cute cartoon image on the back of the blackboard, couldn’t help but find some excuses to come to the back and take a closer look.

Liu Wei is the most knowledgeable person among the teachers. On Saturday, Yang Lan took her to find Li Ruoxuan to borrow the keys from the classroom. She was next to her, and she also heard that Li Ruoxi said that their class blackboards reported how powerful the girls were.

But the actual effect she saw for the first time. When she came to math class in the third class in the morning, at first glance she was surprised by the little jingle behind the classroom.

"This... Is this still a blackboard painting that children can draw?" Liu Wei felt in her heart. She knew that Yang Lan did not intervene and let her paint, so she was so surprised. "Even if it is an adult, um. Let the Yan Nizi come over and paint, can't draw so beautiful?"

Of course, after the stunning, Liu Wei could not help but feel this lovely cartoon image.

"Drawing is painted by children, but the design is definitely the power of her dad." Liu Wei looked at the little story next to him, and said in his heart, "Hey, who makes this Yang Lan a child of another class? Who makes people have such a home?" Good dad?"

Liu Wei remembered his class, but he had to spend a lot of minds to organize, help guide, help to conceive the blackboard newspaper, and then compare with the eyes.

"..." Teacher Liu is bleeding.