Alas, this semester is over again.
It's really too fast.
I haven't even finished turning over those old-fashioned ginseng when I heard the bell ringing.
When we reach third grade, everyone says this is a watershed. When children grow up, unlike when they were in first or second grade, you gave them a piece of candy and they recited the phrase "The Beginning of Man" and they would be happy for a long time. Now they start to ask why and look at you with that kind of doubtful look in their eyes.
I'm actually a little afraid of this look.
When teaching "Three Ancient Poems", when it came to "Chinese New Year's Eve with the sound of firecrackers", a child raised his hand and said: "Teacher, setting off firecrackers is not allowed now, and the New Year will be no longer interesting. Are ancient poems deceiving people?".
I was stunned.
Yes, how to explain "Tu Su"? How to explain "Peach Talisman"? These words are too far away from them.
Later I thought, forget it, let’s not talk so much.
Take them to do crafts.
Are the ancients really that far away?
We tried rubbing bookmarks from leaves.
The ginkgo leaves were painted and pressed onto rice paper. There was a boy who made a typographical error and was so anxious that he was about to cry. I said it doesn't matter. People in ancient times also relied on such attempts to make paper. Look at how many failures Cai Lun experienced.
He blinked and suddenly asked: "Is Cai Lun like me, with his hands full of paint?"
At that moment I felt that it was done.
Traditional culture is not in books, but in hands.
Paper, what a good thing
When it came to the class "The Invention of Paper", I specifically looked for videos of ancient papermaking. Looking at the tree bark and looking at the broken fishing nets, they were soaked in the water until they rotted, and then smashed into pieces. At this time, the children screamed "Wow".
I asked them to try it themselves, tearing the waste paper into pieces, soaking the pieces in water, stirring the soaked things, and then spreading them flat on the gauze.
The result was water all over the floor.
However, there was a little girl who stared at her piece of "recycled paper" full of pits for a long time, and then said: "It turns out that it is so difficult to make a piece of paper, so from now on I will never tear up the book again.".
I really wanted to hug her.
Isn't this culture? It’s not that I memorized many poems, but that I have awe in my heart.
Dragon, what does it look like?
For a while, the "dragon story" went viral in the class.
The reason was that a child went to Nanjing to play and photographed the "Two Dragons Playing with Pearls" at the Confucius Temple. After returning, as soon as I said it in the class, it was like a pot exploding. Some people say that the dragon has nine sons, and some people say that the dragon has the ability to rain. They quarrel with each other and are inseparable.
I didn't stop it.
Make them noisy.
Before long, they were even arranged to be divided into groups and asked to search for information and draw the dragons in their hearts. What some children drew looked like a big lizard, and what some children drew looked like a caterpillar. It doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter.
The important thing is that they know that they are "descendants of the dragon."
This word used to be just a slogan. Now, it seems to have some color.
Hey, have you ever lost control in class?
Of course it was out of control.
Once, I was giving a lecture on solar terms. When I talked about the summer solstice, I originally planned to talk about the culture of the fan. However, a child came to him with a folding fan with the image of Temano printed on it. Then all the students in the class fell into a state of crazy laughter for various reasons.
I was a little angry.
Thinking about it later, why are you angry? Ultraman is also part of their childhood.
I followed them and asked, "Do you know what the ancients painted on their fans?"
Then we started talking about landscapes, poetry, and "silver candles and autumn light painting the screen".
There was a child with an Ultraman fan who later drew a fan. The drawing was of a lotus, which was crooked. However, he told me very seriously: "Teacher, my grandma taught me to draw this. She said that the lotus grew out of the mud and remained uncontaminated."
My nose is sore.
Mortise and tenon, the wisdom of not using nails
Before the end of the semester, I found an opportunity to let them play Luban Lock.
These little guys are very skilled at playing with mobile phones in normal times, but once they encounter wood, they become stunned. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't turn it around, so I was so anxious that I could only scratch my ears and cheeks. I just told you to think about it: how were houses built in the past when there were no sticky substances or nails for fastening?
They don't believe it.
After that, a group finally finished putting the pieces together and they shouted loudly with excitement. The usually naughty boy ran back and forth across the classroom with a Luban Lock in his hand, shouting: "Teacher! I understand! It's stuck! It stuck itself by its own structure!".
Yes, don’t the Chinese pay attention to “strict perfection” when doing things?
They are not aware of this reasonable situation at the moment, but in the future when they are building a house and doing things, they may recall this day.
Maybe, this is enough
To be honest, this semester is very tiring.
Preparing for a course requires consulting a lot of information. Sometimes, in order to explain a custom clearly, you have to read half a book first.
The summaries submitted by the children were still full of typos. For example, "Confucius had three thousand sons", or "Dayu controlled the floods three times and left no one behind."
I was so angry and funny when I was correcting papers.
But next semester, if I am still asked to teach, I would like to continue teaching.
It's not for them to get high scores.
Just want them to know——
In this world full of mobile phones, in this environment with tablets everywhere, in this place filled with Ultraman, there is another thing called "our own thing"!
It might be a little old, a little slow, a little difficult to understand.
But it is the root.
Roots are something that cannot be seen, but people cannot live without them.
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