The first time I drew grass with a cotton swab, there were always children who couldn't.

Diary of reflection on preschool teachers' work. "Teacher, I can't draw." Haan Lee whispered aside. Seeing that the teacher had not come yet, he spoke again. I came to him and said, "Try it." "I won't." Haan Lee still didn't start work, eyes staring at the teacher. "Let's draw together." Haan Lee listened to my words, picked up a cotton swab and looked at me. I squatted down, grabbed his hand and put it on the drawing paper. While painting with him, I said, "That's it, from bottom to top, one grass, another place, from bottom to top, two grasses, another place." I drew two strokes with him, then moved to another place and let go. Haan Lee hesitated and drew a third stroke. Then I looked at it and stopped. "It's good, you drew a grass. Very nice, draw it again! " Haan Lee looked at the drawing paper and saw that I was still there. He continued to draw. One stroke, two strokes ... He draws slowly and his lines are a little crooked. I walked away quietly. Haan Lee didn't call the teacher again. He drew grass by himself.