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Slow down and grow up. Introduction and details
This is an interesting children's novel, which tells the growth process of a girl named Yang et al. in primary school for six years, and her life at school and at home. The author has 12 years' experience in editing and editing Youth Literature and Art, and is also the mother of a primary school student. She knows all about the children's worries and empathizes with their parents' feelings. Almost all the stories in it come from real life and are very humorous and sincere.

This book is not only suitable for children to read, but also gives parents an inspiration: love also needs wisdom. Being a mother or father sometimes requires extra self-control and self-control, extra thinking and rationality. Never do whatever you want just because he is your child. It is a book that adults and children can read together.

About the author: Zhang Hong has been obsessed with reading since childhood, and has since grown into an innocent, honest and quiet person, a true and fearless person, and a person who must have a spiritual world besides real life. At the age of eighteen, I came to a city with Platanus acerifolia planted on both sides of the street and never left. In order to turn reading novels into a major, I transferred from the Chemistry Department of Nanjing University to the Chinese Department and got a master's degree in literature. After graduation, he entered the editorial department of Jiangsu Youth Literature and Art, engaged in editing and publishing 12 years, and served as editor-in-chief for 4 years. Now she is a wife, mother, editor and writer. His books include: My Time is Not Up yet, Reading is like Poison, Growing up is a kind of pain, The Gate of Youth, The Second Face of Love, Woodcarving Mask and The Last Flying Warship. Nanjing Federation of Literary and Art Circles signed a contract writer.

Book catalog 1. Yang, wait.

2. The thrilling road to school

3. Elastic superwoman

There is a "treasure map" at the same table.

5. Swimming in the ocean of typos

6. When the Moon Man meets the Martians,

7. Everything has its vanquisher

8. Enter the toilet as a grey starling.

9. Writing is like planting trees

10. "I am alone, alone"

1 1 Yang, wait.

12. How was the devil incarnate tempered?

13. Is there a deskmate who is not an enemy (one)

14. Is there a deskmate who is not the enemy (below)

15. The dream of making money aroused by a starfish

16. Getting rich is not easy.

17. The birth of Gollum the Bear

18. Grandma teaches women.

19. failed contribution career

20 "Yangfu Daily" was founded and failed in the exam composition.

2 1. Parents' meeting

22. Meeting Mrs. Lao Ban

23. Mother-daughter war

24. Why not be a silly boy?

25. Ideal problem

26. Depressed visit experience

27. rabbit skin enters the house

28. The Adventures of Burglary

29. trekking to the editorial department

30. adolescence

3 1. A gentle gentleman is a gentle lady.

32. The strange death of the thief ball

33. The most tragic birthday party in history.

34. The new atmosphere of the new school year

35. The day it was copied from the copier.

36. The old class is too crazy about mathematics.

37. I like foreign schools very much

38. Little K War Operations

When to go to bed is a problem.

40. Unexpected events.

4 1. How to be a father is a science.

42. Effie entered the flower season.

43. Effie's suicide note

44. Looking for Effie (I)

45. Find Effie (Bis)

46. You can't take the same exam twice in one day.

47. Farewell to my Blue Flag Street.

The postscript was moved by life and children.

Excerpts from chapters

Farewell, my Blue Flag Street.

When I returned to the classroom again, it was time to take the last report book of primary school and go their separate ways.

Just walked to the door of the classroom, everyone's footsteps are very light, no, even breathing is very light, as if afraid of disturbing something. Why is this happening? Because the classroom in front of me seems completely different!

Every window is covered with window grilles. Windows cut out of lake blue paper. All kinds of abstract patterns, hollow patterns reveal the bright light of glass. The humble classroom was completely changed against the blue window grilles of the lake. It has become a wonderful dream full of adventures, a fairy tale world.

The classroom that has always been "simple, concise and generous" has also changed. There is a big bouquet of roses in the clay vase on the podium, which is prickly and exposed, as if it had been cut off from the branches a minute ago. The walls were covered with photos: photos of an outing, photos of a theme class meeting, photos of a remote activity, photos of raising the national flag ... Soon, piles of people crowded in front of the photos, "Oh, this is me! It's me! " People who found themselves shouted in surprise.

Ding zero zero! The * * * rang in class, and everyone calmed down a little from surprise and excitement and returned to their seats. At this time, everyone saw several big characters written on the blackboard in beautiful lace-edged fine arts fonts: "Dear students, goodbye!" "

The boss followed * * * into the classroom. She is wearing short sleeves with broken flowers in lake blue, and her hair is dyed into beautiful flowers, which is nothing like usual!

Really, the old class at this time is too, a little ... a little unlike elastic superwoman! But like an ordinary neighbor old lady. She happily picked the petals of roses, arranged the bouquet and said, "Are the roses planted in my yard beautiful?"

"Good-looking!" The answer below is like an avalanche.

The old class is too focused on the blue window grilles and squint smiles on the lake. It took her a whole week to cut it out bit by bit with reading glasses. She deliberately chose lake blue. If ... if ... she would teach again in her life and then become a teacher, how wonderful it would be! She won't scorch people like the scorching sun. She wants to be like a clear lake, gently rippling, quiet, patient, tolerant, accompanying and waiting for the children to grow up.

For the first time, at this last farewell moment, Mrs. Lao Ban didn't say much, leaving all the time to the children themselves.

"Yuan Zihan." Effie turned her head and cried.

The called Yuan turned to look at Effie. He didn't promise or ask questions, just looked at her blindly. Even if Effie is so thick-skinned, he is not comfortable.

"You just watch * * *?"

"Didn't you always call me' nuclear bullet'?" Suddenly, it was called' Yuan Zihan', and I was not used to it.

"I'll write to you later. If I write' nuclear bullet received', I'm afraid I can't get it, right? So I'm used to it now. " Effie said.

"Never mind," Yuan said confidently, "I can accept whatever you write!"

Effie asked seriously, "Then will you write back to me?"

"Of course! After all, we were deskmates in the last three years of primary school, and it is not easy to live in peace today! "

Effie burst into tears. What a terrible cry! It's really called "pear blossoms bring rain and a spring". After crying for a while, a paper towel reached under her nose. She took it, blew her nose twice, and then cried. Yuan had never seen Effie's posture before. She timidly handed the paper towel again, but Effie took it again without saying anything ... so she used up Yuan's whole package of paper towels.

Yuan finally said, "Well, don't cry, I'm so sad ..."

"Huh?" Effie looked up and looked at him in surprise. "Go on, Yuan ... I lost my tissue. "

Effie raised a tearful face and cried to him, "What a cheapskate!" " "

"Will you remember me after many years?" This is Effie asking Wang Jiayu.

Jiayu Wang thought for a moment, and to be honest, "I'm afraid I don't remember ..." On second thought, he added, "I will forget many people."

Effie said generously, "It doesn't matter. Leave a little regret, the future is ahead. "

Yang and others became photographers after getting a digital camera as a birthday present from the third grade. She remembered to leave a souvenir for her primary school time, so she specially brought her camera to school. After class, she took Effie with her to photograph the campus scenery.

They came to the playground. When I first entered the school, the playground was paved with cinders. Now the hardware facilities have been upgraded and turned into a plastic playground. Yang and so on ask:

"How do you think this playground is paved?"

"It's like laying a carpet."

"Did the director in charge of education come to a carpet shop and say,' Boss, we want a playground'?" Yang and so on said rather inquisitively.

Effie laughed her eyes out, and her stomach ached and she cried, "Whoa, whoa, Yang, etc. I really don't understand what you humans think ... "

Since we want to shoot the campus, it is impossible not to shoot the fountain in the center of the campus and the statue in the center of the fountain.

Effie said, "Oh, there's nothing to shoot. Didn't you say it was an oolong girl? Too tasteless! "

"Never mind the taste, the key is to put all the school landmarks into my lens." Yang and others insisted on aiming the camera at the "Oolong Girl" and took a few photos without stint, forcing Effie to stand over and take a photo with the "Oolong Girl".

Almost finished watching the campus scenery, they came to the school gate. Yang and others muttered, "Be sure to take all the words' Qingshiban Street Primary School' ..." She took the camera and focused on taking pictures, and kept retreating.

Effie shouted behind, "Stop! Stop. Can't retreat any more! "

Yang and others turned a deaf ear, but kept retreating, only retreating to the edge of the flower bed. His heel hit the tile of the flower bed and he only heard a scream. The next second, I saw Yang lying on his back in a bush, overwhelming all the small shrubs.

The situation was so funny that Effie pointed to her mess and couldn't say anything happy.

Yang and others can't get up at all. Lying sprawled in the bushes, squinting at the blue sky, she suddenly added, "The blue sky is so white! Do you think we will remember such a white blue sky in the future? "

Effie said, "Why are you ian wright? Is it blue or white? I can't understand what you humans are saying. "

Jia turned around and said to Yang and others across a row of seats, "Do you want to give me the most precious gift when we are about to leave?"

"A gift? It's still the most precious ... well, I'd love to go, but are you sure I can afford it? " Yang and others are generous and full of doubts.

"I believe you can afford it. Everyone can afford it because it doesn't cost money! "

"Great-what kind of gift is that?"

"Choose my shift flower!" As long as it is related to beautiful women, Jia will never be coy.

"Yes, I have no problem. Since you love being a pawn, I can still canvass for you ... "Yang and others turned and told Effie about it.

"What are the benefits?" This is Effie's first reaction.

Before Jia Yang answered, he said with a loud voice across the table:

"The biggest advantage is that when you have a boyfriend, you can boast to him that when our country was young, flowers were more beautiful than those in our class!"

"Jia, you are so cute! I vote! "

"I also vote ..."

Finally, before graduation, Jia was unanimously elected as the class flower by Class 6 (1), and was awarded the "certificate of lifelong exquisiteness".

While others, also have their own harvest:

Yang et al. , won the "38 cards for life".

Effie, got the "life-long shrew certificate".

Jiayu Wang, got a "work permit for life".

……

At the end of this last party, I don't know who took the lead, so I got together and asked the old class to sing a song. The old class was very shy and said that he would sing out of tune.

Effie encouraged her to say, "Teacher, our hearts are with you!" "

The boss cares too much about these children. They will graduate soon, and she will leave the podium and the campus. She taught them something, and they taught her a lot. Many of them are taller than her, boys have begun to change their voices, and girls have begun to get rich, but the smiling faces in front of them are still as naive as children ... Ah, let the children grow slowly, slowly, and the trees that grow slowly will grow well. Don't rush them, what's the advantage of urging them to grow up quickly? Isn't that how quickly I get old? ...

Suddenly, the old class couldn't help humming softly-even she was shocked. She hasn't sung for years! Now, the melody naturally comes from my heart:

Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer.

On the swing beside the grass, only butterflies stop on it.

The teacher's chalk is still chattering on the blackboard.

Waiting for class, waiting for school, waiting for childhood games.

The following students chimed in gently.

I always wait until I go to bed to know that I have only done a little homework.

I always have to wait until the exam to know that I haven't finished all the books I should read.

An inch of time is an inch of gold. The teacher said that an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time.

Day after day, year after year, childhood is in a daze.