In the kindergarten, the children are all around the white waist with the scarlet letter. In class, the teacher tells us stories, teaches children's songs and leads everyone to play games in the yard. After class, we slide on the wooden slide and press on the seesaw. There are so many children in the big yard who can chase each other. I got to know the children in my class and got used to taking a nap after dinner. The teacher also led the children to the cinema outside the city to watch a movie "Light Blue and Winter Winter". Adapted to everything in collective life, I think kindergarten is really good.
On a sunny and warm morning, Miss Li put a big table under the walnut tree in front of the classroom so that the children could sit around and watch the dolls play drums. It was a little doll made of thin iron, about a foot high, with heavy eyebrows and big eyes. It is wearing underwear made of big red cloth, with a little broken flowers on it, a small hat made of the same cloth on its head, a small red drum hanging on its chest, and two small hands holding drumsticks on the drum. Miss Li picked up the little doll and put it on the table. With the sound of clockwork, the doll's feet began to move forward and her hands began to move up and down. With the rise and fall of the drumstick, the drum also makes a banging sound. We were all curious and stared at the little doll unblinkingly. After a while, the squeak stopped, and the doll's legs, arms and drums stopped moving. We stood motionless on the table and stared at the doll with wide eyes, hoping that the doll could walk again. When the teacher asks everyone, "Is the child good-looking?" At that time, we woke up from a dream and shouted, "Good job!" "The teacher wound up again, and the doll drummed away on the table again. After stopping, Miss Li carefully put the doll into a paper box, walked into the classroom, put it in a glass cabinet against the wall and locked it with a small lock.
One afternoon, Miss Li asked us to sit in front of the big glass in the front office window with a small chair in the classroom and said that she would give us a doll show. When we were six or seven years old, we didn't know what doll play was, so we sat quietly in front of the glass window and waited. After we settled down, Miss Li and another female teacher went into the office and closed the door. Soon a doll in red appeared behind the glass, and then another one appeared, nodding and manually, blocked by the window frame below. The content of the performance is that two little dolls were not very friendly at first, and they started fighting with each other while chatting, and then they gradually made up and smiled. The children laughed loudly when they saw this scene. Through the glass window, I saw Miss Li and the female teacher standing behind the two dolls laughing.
How can a little doll move? Still talking? This has always been a mystery in my young mind.
When I grew up, I learned from the introduction of the puppet show that it was a doll like a glove, just like putting a glove in it. It's called a puppet show. The action of the doll is controlled by three fingers, the middle finger of the thumb controls the doll's two hands respectively, and the second thumb controls the head. When fingers move the doll's head and hands, it will also move. Under the clothes is the performer's arm, of course, to block the audience, or the trick will be broken. As for the doll's speech, it's just an impromptu conversation between two teachers.
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Miss Li also teaches us to learn to draw. Twelve colored pencils are packed in a paper box and placed in the middle of the table. Several children are sitting around a table, and everyone can draw with any stroke.
Miss Li once taught us to draw cans. First, she drew a jar on the blackboard with chalk according to the jar, and then let's look at the picture. After Uncle Ma rang the bell for class, she read the pictures we drew one by one in the notebook after class, and guided the painting basin while watching. There is a child in the class who looks dignified and strong and lives under the kindergarten. When it was his turn to check his painting, Mr. Li smiled and said, "You painted the jar very well. Why did you paint the top of the jar blue? " The child said, "I painted the blue sky." When I saw it, the jar was painted blue with a blue pencil, and there were many red dots on it. Teacher Li asked again, "What is the red dot on the blue sky?" The child replied, "The red dot is the star I drew." Teacher Li added, "It's a good idea, but it's not appropriate to put the jar in the dark. Why don't you draw a table and put the jar on it? " The child replied, "I can't draw a table." Teacher Li said, "Don't worry, you will draw more in the future."
After Miss Li finished, she went on to check our homework. At this time, I was a little worried, because the sample of the jar that Teacher Li drew for us was empty. After I finished painting, I felt that the jar was empty, so I drew some grass and flowers on it according to the flowers on the child's jar. I'm afraid Miss Li will criticize me when she sees it. After checking, Miss Li found that my homework had not been read, so she said, "Qi Huizhen, have you finished painting?" I looked down and gave my picture book to Miss Li. She looked at what I drew and said nothing. I returned to the office with two other children and my picture book.
The next day in class, Miss Li came into the classroom with those picture books and began to comment on them in front of all the children in our class. She said that there are many advantages, few disadvantages and more encouragement. Finally, she took out my picture book, turned to the page where I drew the jar, held it in her hand and asked everyone, "What do you think of this jar, children?" I blushed and bowed my head, not knowing what to say. What can a six-or seven-year-old Han Hanwa know? I heard some people shout yes and some people shout bad. Teacher Li asked again, "What's wrong with this painting?" The classroom was so quiet that the children couldn't say anything. Teacher Li asked again, "Where is this painting?" Everyone was silent again. After a while, I heard a girl whisper, "There are flowers on this jar." "That's right!" Teacher Li said, "Kid, do you prefer a pot with flowers or a pot without flowers?" The children said in unison, "I like flowers." Teacher Li said, "That's right." In front of the whole class, she praised me and said that I carefully observed the children's drinking pots and used my brain when drawing. A hanging heart finally fell, and I was so happy at that time.
Every time the kindergarten is over, I walk around the entrance of yamen. I can see my mother leaning against the blue-gray door wall with brick hoop. She was afraid that the dust on the wall would stain her clothes, so she put her hands behind her and looked at the corner until I came back from kindergarten.
That day, I skipped to find her, and before entering the second door, I was anxious to tell my mother what I was praised for in the doorway. My mother was very happy to hear that. She bent down and kissed my face as a reward, encouraging me to say, "My baby, you must learn to draw well!" " "
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My mother supports my painting with practical actions. She took out a rolled yellow paper, put it in a big bottle on the piano table in the hall, smoothed it by hand on the Eight Immortals table, and cut it into piles of books. Then she put on a thimble and threaded it to make a picture book. She also promised to buy me a box of crayons. I was very happy after listening to it. The truth is also in kindergarten, so I rushed to the west room to tell her the good news and showed her the book she ordered. Zhenqing is envious after reading it. She said to me, "I also want my mother to order me a painting book, and I want Dada to buy me a box of crayons." You can draw and play together when you are free. "
Miss Li praised me in front of the class. This greatly aroused my interest in painting. On Sunday afternoon, Zhenqing and I moved out of the house as a table, sat on the brick table on the porch in front of the well, leaned back in the chair and learned to draw with crayons. Zhenchun and Celine looked around in the chair.
I drew a jar in my notebook according to the dripping appearance of the jar in the front corner of the suite, and Zhenqing also drew one in her notebook. Because she studied painting, the position of the cylinder was relatively low, so she drew a rabbit in the blank above. After painting, she showed it to me. I saw the rabbit's ass beside the jar mouth, and we talked and laughed while watching it. The third father went to the backyard. When he passed by, he saw us giggling with notebooks. He came over and took the notebook from Zhenqing. He was also very happy and said with a smile, "Oh, no, the rabbit fell into the jar ..."
Seeing that we like painting so much, Third Dad bought a book "Reading Pictures". He asked us to learn to draw according to the pictures of apples, peaches and grapes, and learn to read by the way. For words, we just read and can't write. He also bought picture books "Pig Eight Rings Eat Watermelon" and "San Mao Wandering" for us to see. In addition to pictures, there are words on the album. At that time, none of us knew words, so we looked at the album and made it up solemnly according to the content of the picture and our respective understanding.
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In kindergarten, I am in a big class, and Zhenqing's sister is in a middle class because she is one year younger than me.
The national day is coming, and the teacher is rehearsing the program with the children to prepare for the pre-holiday performance. The program arranged by teacher Li for our big class is "boating dance". She asked us four boys to follow her, with open arms, and sang repeatedly while walking forward:
"Row, row, row,
Rowing, rowing, rowing,
The boat rowed very fast,
Go around this mountain and cross this bridge ... "
In order to perform, the four of us practice with Miss Li several times in the classroom every afternoon.
On the day before the National Day, parents were invited to sit in the East Hall of the Intermediate People's Court to watch the children's performances. Mother and Sanniang were also invited.
The middle class is playing tea. At the beginning of the program, a little boy put one hand behind his back and the other hand held a broom stick. A beautifully painted butterfly was glued to the top of the broom stick, and people left, looking like they were flying. He dances first. Zhenqing and several little girls are all dressed in pink, with light green silk around their waists and pigtails on their heads. (Zhenqing's forehead hair is curled by Sanniang with hot bamboo chopsticks. ) They stood in a row, holding a small round fan made of paper by the teacher on the wire (patterns cut from various colored papers were stuck on the fan), singing: "Tea-picking girls are all over the mountain ..." They jumped out and circled around the butterfly, and their performance was applauded by parents and teachers.
We four boys are wearing white shirts, and Miss Li painted red rouge on our faces. It's fun to look at each other. She brought two pieces of red silk, one of which is purple soft silk I brought from home. ) We stood in a row. After she delivered the silk to us, she pulled the front and rear ends together and repeatedly told us to hold on tight! So we four children can play. Usually Mr. Li is in front, so just follow us anyway. Today, without teachers and so many parents watching, we are timid. Fortunately, I stood in the middle, followed the previous one on the field in a daze, stretched out my arms, tightly held the silk and followed it around the field several times, and then followed the previous one off the field in a daze. I don't know whether I sang "Rowing Song" or not.
After the performance, Director Mao stood in the middle of the yard and spoke. She first praised the children's performance. Secondly, I hope we must listen to our parents and teachers. Because the education of parents and teachers is for our bright future. Finally, he gave us a certificate and a striped towel.
When I got home, I saw my mother nail my award on the wall next to the big clock in the hall. There are a few white clouds floating in the blue sky, and a dense forest stands in the distance, in front of which stands a white stone gate like a memorial arch. The whole picture is bright and clear. The upper and lower blanks are written with a brush, and the words in the lower right corner are covered with a red seal.
I also saw my mother carefully fold the towel she gave me, put it in the clip she usually used to clip embroidery thread, and carefully put the clip at the bottom of the box on the kang in the main room.
(Author Qi —— Born in 1953, retired cadre of Linxia agricultural system, folk manual embroidery artist in Linxia, concurrently secretary-general of Linxia Community Sports Association, winner of the first Guinness Book of Records in Linxia. Kindergarten is the seventh in his memoir series. )