House Dad’s Literary Life

A few days after Yang Lan’s birthday, he arrived at the time of his semester.

Early this morning, Yang Lan sent to the kindergarten. After getting off the bus, Yang Lan took the bag with the large loose-leaf notebook and prepared to take it in.

"Give it to me, give it to me!" The little girl was particularly active. She jumped excitedly around her father and held out her hand. This is her homework, and she has worked hard for a month to get out of her big homework. Naturally, she wants to take it herself and can’t wait to show it to others.

"A bit heavy, can't you take it?" Yang Hao hesitated.

Because it is a large piece of cardboard, this loose-leaf book also has a certain scale, let alone the paper jam, that is, the circle of the ring in the middle of the buckle, are heavy.

"I can." Looking up at the little head, he confidently said to Dad, "Oh, my strength is super big."

Yang Lan felt funny in her heart, but she still took the bag to the front of her, and the little girl grabbed the bag and took it.

It’s a bit hard, but I’m still stunned.

The bags were hanging down to the ground, and they were not allowed to stain their own work. They held the small arms and raised the bags higher.

"Is it okay?" Yang Lan looked at her daughter with some concern.

"I can!" I still answered with confidence, despite the feeling of talking with a little strength.

Not to mention, the little girl, like her father, usually doesn't look like a mountain, but there is a surprising power in the bones!

She actually held the bag all the way, from the entrance of the kindergarten to the bottom of the building, then went up the stairs, and finally walked into the classroom of the middle class.

Yang Lan, who was not worried about it, had been seeing him in the classroom. He couldn’t believe his eyes and couldn’t think of his daughter’s stamina.

However, he has already entered, and Yang Lan did not keep up with praise, but after greeting with Mr. Mu, he turned and left.

He also rushed to the 16th Middle School in Jiangcheng, Yang Huan took the college entrance examination at this test center! This is the next day's exam. There is still one day tomorrow. Although Guo Ziyi helped to drive the test, Yang Lan still has some reluctance. In the past, outside the examination room, like other parents, I waited anxiously, anxiously looking forward to Yang Huan’s successful completion of the test paper. .

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Still have to go back to Chuntian Kindergarten, Mu teacher came in from outside the classroom, and the children who were excited to talk were still not responding.

"Children, please return to your seat, and you will start class soon!" Teacher Mu smiled softly and patted his hand.

"Hey, giggling!" The little guys haven't come out of the excitement yet, screaming louder and louder, ran back to their position in twos and threes, and the classroom laughed and laughed together. Turned over.

Finally, Teacher Mu made the children quiet. She smiled and said: "The teacher saw all the children today who brought their own observations about the operation of the small fish, isn't it?"

"Yes!" Every child is cocky and happy to respond.

"Mu teacher, Teacher Mu, my homework is there!" Chen Shiyun also felt unsatisfied and said loudly to Teacher Mu, as if she was afraid that Teacher Mu did not know.

She opened her head, and other children also pointed to the cabinets in the classroom, and talked with Mr. Mu about the whereabouts of their homework.

"My place is also there, and then my homework is super big." He also yelled enthusiastically.

"Good, good, good! Let's stop first." Teacher Mu cried and laughed, and had to work hard to control the field. "The teacher knows, but the teacher hopes that everyone will listen to the teacher quietly, then, every child, one after another. Bring your homework with you and show you the results of watching the goldfish in a month, then Mr. Mu commented, okay?"

Finally, the classroom has a bit of order, and every child shows his work.

Because there is no limit to how this report can be done, so the children submit the homework, a variety of styles, all kinds of styles.

The simplest and most widely used is the same as writing a diary, a thick diary that records the story of children and small goldfish every day.

This is also an advanced version! The assignment submitted by Yang Qiqi is estimated to be done under the guidance of the university professor Yang Guo. The a4 soft-skinned book, which was reported in the experiment, was directly used to read the results.

Obviously, these words are written by Mom and Dad, but every teacher of Mu has read a few paragraphs. This simple record is indeed the tone of the children, but it has only been polished by the parents.

So it can't be considered as a mom and dad to write homework.

There are also parents who directly got a photo album and took pictures of the little goldfish feeding by the children. There is no other word except the date written on the back of the photo.

But this observation report is also very interesting. This little child got the praise of Teacher Mu.

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"Then, next is the homework of Yang Lan's children!" Mu teacher looked at him with a smile.

The little girl couldn't sit still, and she responded cheerfully, and stood up from her position. She ran to the cupboard and slammed her homework and handed it to Teacher Mu.

"Wow, Yang Lan, your homework is such a big one!" Mu teacher has seen it, but when he came over, he couldn't help but marvel.

"Hey!" He twisted his buttocks and was embarrassed to stand next to Mu.

Teacher Mu took out the loose-leaf notebook and then turned it over on her desk. The more she saw the smile in Mu’s eyes, the stronger she was.

"Mr. Mu wants to praise us especially for the children, because although the observation work of other children is also very good, but the homework done by the children is the most interesting and creative one that Mu has seen!" After a cursory look at a few pages, Teacher Mu raised his head and said with a smile.

This was praised by the teacher in public, and it was a solemn praise, but it has not been experienced for a long time. She looked at Mu teacher with joy, and her small **** were tall, and the little hands were intertwined behind her. I can see her. How happy it is.

"Look, in this assignment, there are photos of the small goldfish that were taken, and daily observations." Mu raised his awkward homework and showed it to the children. "There are also patterns and pattern."

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" The children under the stage were attracted by the sly work, and they cried in enviousness.

"I know, I will take pictures, she took a lot of photos, and took pictures with me!" Lan Xin proudly used her big voice to introduce Mu and other children, she is proud of her. But this is a happy time, as if she was praised.

“Really?” Teacher Mu actually saw awkward division of labor in the process of forming a simple report on the first page of the loose-leaf notebook, but she still smiled and asked, “Would you take pictures? so smart?"

"I taught me!" The little girl was looked at with so many little friends, and she was happy in her heart. She felt a little embarrassed. Her two little hands twisted in front of her and explained.

"Well, you tell everyone, this big homework, those are what you do!" Teacher Mu smiled.

"I, I took a photo, then I asked me to post it, then I have a picture, um...Mu teacher, Teacher Mu, I use a voice recorder to talk, but I can't write..." Said a lot.

"So it is your father to help you to report these observations, right? But I saw the signature here seems to be written by you!" Mu teacher laughed.

"Hey, I will write my name!" Emei opened his eyes and said to Teacher Mu.

"It's very good. Teacher Mu likes it very much. I hope that other children can learn from you in the future, and try to do more homework in more interesting ways. The more you can start your thinking and make innovative children, the more you can I got more applause from everyone and a higher score from Teacher Mu!” Mu teacher asked her to sit back, and she still said it.

There is no such thing as an accident, and the semester of the semester is the best and the most involved among all the children.

After reviewing all the homework, Teacher Mu gave the last small red flower of this semester.

I also finally experienced the joy of participation, hard work and persistence. The sense of accomplishment that I have exchanged for one month is unparalleled!