Chapter 47 Little Bee There are four classes in the morning. The teaching methods of the first two English and math classes were quite conventional and failed to bring much novelty and surprise to these boys and girls. Moreover, because the content and teaching pace are somewhat different from those in elementary school, many students in the class feel that they have a little difficulty keeping up. The third and fourth classes are Chinese classes, and the class is taught by everyone’s favorite teacher, Mr. Wen. Wen Susu is the class teacher, and the students are already very familiar with her. Today is the first time they have officially taken her class, and the boys and girls are somewhat looking forward to it. They are very curious about how the teaching style of this young and beautiful Chinese teacher from a big city is different from that of other teachers. The second math class had just ended, and during the break, Wen Susu walked into the classroom with the Chinese textbook in her arms. When they saw Teacher Wen walk into the classroom, the students were stunned and for a moment they didn’t know whether the class was going to start early. "It's not class time yet, everyone should do what they need to do, there's no need to rush." After Wen Susu said this, the students left their seats one after another, like they usually do during breaks, some went to get some fresh air, some went to the bathroom, some walked around and talked, but there were still many students who looked at Teacher Wen on the podium curiously, wondering what she was doing here so early...
Wen Susu put down the teaching materials and lesson plans in her hand, picked up a few chalks of different colors from the chalk box, held them in her hand, then turned her back to everyone and started drawing on the blackboard. Such an opening instantly attracted the curiosity of the boys and girls in the class. Everyone stopped making noise and watched her draw curiously. Wen Susu’s painting skills are really amazing. With just a few strokes, a cluster of branches full of pink peach blossoms extended on the right side of the blackboard, followed by branches of apricot and pear trees, all of which were full of flowers, red like fire, pink like clouds, white like snow, and bees and butterflies of all sizes were flying among the branches... The lively class gradually became quiet during the break. With the embellishment of such pictures of spring grass and flowers, the boys and girls were surprised to find that the originally plain and boring blackboard seemed to have turned into a spacious window. These branches and flowers surrounded the two sides of the "window". Through the window, they seemed to see the green grass in the garden, the kites in the sky, a small house, and an equally small person... “The painting is so beautiful!!” "Is this a class change? Are we going to have art class?" "What kind of flower is that white one..." "Why is it so easy for Teacher Wen to draw a butterfly?" The class was quiet for a while, and then the sounds of lively discussions began again. Even Liu Zhiyi, who had studied in a big city and met various excellent teachers, raised his head from the book on the table and looked at the blackboard with surprise and curiosity. Whether it is the painting on the blackboard or Wen Susu who is drawing on the blackboard, they are both so beautiful in our eyes! It clearly seemed that she did not put in much effort. With just a few, seemingly casual strokes, the flowers, bees and butterflies appeared vividly under her brush. For this girl who is both a Chinese teacher and an art teacher, what the students in the class are most impressed with at this moment is her artistic skills. With her superb artistic skills, Wen Susu soon transformed the blackboard into a "window with flowers entwined around it" When the bell for class rang, Wen Susu finally stopped writing, clapped her hands, turned around and faced everyone with a smile. "Teacher! Is this an art class?" the students in the class asked curiously. "Ah? Art class is on Thursday. Didn't you check the schedule? These two classes are Chinese classes!" Wen Susu corrected seriously.
"Chinese class!!" Whose Chinese class has all the blackboard covered with drawings?! "Why, didn't you see that? Or didn't you prepare well enough? Hmm?" Wen Susu deliberately put on a stern face, but no matter how you looked at her, she didn't look fierce at all. "Or is it that the teacher's drawing is so bad that we can't see it?" "The teacher draws very well!!" "So what do you think this picture looks like?" "spring!" Master Wen, who had been busy on the stage for half a day, nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Yes, what I painted is spring. This is the first text we are going to teach today, Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Spring." After saying that, she picked up the chalk again, turned around and wrote beautiful words on the blackboard in the middle of the "blackboard window" surrounded by flowers - "Spring" - Zhu Ziqing "Okay, let's go to class." "stand up!" Fang Wei heard the voice, took the lead to stand up and shouted loudly. As soon as he finished speaking, the classmates in the class stood up one after another. "Hello, teacher!" The voice was so loud that the windows of the classroom seemed to be shaking. Compared to the weak "Hello, teacher" when greeting other teachers, this "Hello, teacher" when greeting Wen Susu was like a stimulant. The preferences of young boys and girls are so pure and direct. "Hello students, please take a seat." The class has begun. …… Fang Wei sat in his seat, looking at the podium with focused and serious eyes. Maybe in English and math classes he would do the same as Liu Zhiyi and secretly do his own things, but he would never do that in Chinese class. It’s not that he had never heard of or didn’t understand the content of the class, but because he was just enjoying listening to Wen Susu’s lectures. He finally understood the meaning of the light green dress that Wen Susu was wearing today. Now standing on the podium, teaching the text "Spring", she seemed like a part of spring. "Today we are going to walk into Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" and feel the delicate and subtle spring. Which student will read it aloud to everyone?" "Teacher, you read! You read!" "Okay, then you have to listen carefully." Wen Susu took the lesson plan and began to read the first paragraph of the text: "Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching..." As she read aloud with ups and downs, the atmosphere in the classroom gradually became lively. She paused from time to time, asking everyone to close their eyes and imagine the scene of "everything is like just waking up, happily opening its eyes"... - (Teacher Wen’s lesson plan) Wen Susu's voice is gentle and infectious, her rhythm is neither fast nor slow, her tone is fluent and steady, and her standard Mandarin pronunciation is intoxicating, like a spring breeze blowing on your face, making you feel warm and comfortable. No student was whispering, no student was making trouble or interrupting, everyone was listening quietly and feeling.
Even after Wen Susu finished reading the text, many students were still in shock. Then, in tacit understanding, the class burst into applause. Liu Zhiyi was also clapping, and seemed to be clapping very hard, but unfortunately her hands were a little small, and the applause she made was also like her own characteristics, like the most inconspicuous ripples when the drizzle falls on the lake. Like Fang Wei, Liu Zhiyi had been secretly doing her own things in the first two English and math classes. Perhaps she had originally planned to secretly do her own things in Chinese class, but now she completely gave up this idea and concentrated on listening to the class with everyone else. "Teacher Wen reads very well." She was always quiet in class, but she couldn't help but share her feelings with Fang Wei in a low voice. "Did your previous Chinese teachers also teach like this?" Fang Wei asked curiously. "They can't draw." Liu Zhiyi said honestly. Wen Susu is the best painter among the Chinese teachers, and the best Chinese teacher among the art teachers. This is the most obvious difference between her and other teachers. But then, Wen Susu showed more differences between her and other teachers—— She invited several classmates to come on stage to play games. Yes, it’s okay to draw in Chinese class, but we also play games! Lian Fangwei was also selected. The game is also very simple. Several students are responsible for playing the various elements of spring, such as spring breeze, flowers, grass, bees, butterflies, spring rain, etc. Through role-playing, the boys and girls can personally experience the spring scenes in the text. Fang Wei played the role of a little bee and Xu Cailing played the role of Lihua. He cooperated by making buzzing sounds and circling around the girl. Xu Cailing was so shy that she looked like a flower. The girl couldn't help but raised her hand and hit him, which made the teachers and classmates in the class laugh. "What are you doing, you flower, hitting bees?" "You're so annoying with your buzzing!" "I'm collecting honey." "roll." Everyone was laughing, including Liu Zhiyi. The whole classroom atmosphere was relaxed and lively. After all, everyone was just kids of twelve or thirteen years old, so they had a lot of fun playing such little games. Of course, games cannot be played for an entire class, so Wen Susu gradually introduces the lecture content to be learned. It includes guidance on the structure of the article, appreciation of beautiful sentences, understanding of the author's emotions, rhetoric and writing techniques, etc. She does not give a definition directly, but allows everyone to discover and summarize it themselves through examples or interactions. The process of these knowledge points entering my mind is so smooth that I almost don't notice it, yet they are deeply engraved in my heart. …… The third and fourth periods are consecutive Chinese classes. I thought such consecutive classes would be quite boring, but I didn't expect time to pass so quickly. While everyone was still waiting for Wen Susu to come up with the next interesting interaction, Wen Susu on the podium had already put down the chalk and breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, that's about it for today's lesson!"
"what?!" "Why do you have such a weird expression? Don't you want to leave get out of class?" "no no……" Everyone said that they still wanted to leave the get out of class. "You guys! Can you please say something against your will occasionally?" Wen Susu was both angry and amused. "I don't want to leave get out of class! I don't want to leave get out of class!" The girl on the stage then smiled with satisfaction. "I think everyone has remembered today's assignment. Recite the entire text, and then each of you write down your impression of 'spring'. It can be a poem, an article, or your own composition." "Remember~!" Although it was a bit uncomfortable to do homework after class, today's class was enjoyable and the boys and girls agreed readily. "The spring described by Mr. Zhu Ziqing is a poem, a poem full of vitality and hope." “When your heart is full of love and hope, you will find that the world is far more vast and beautiful than you imagined. I hope everyone can use their heart to feel every beautiful moment in life, just like Mr. Zhu Ziqing, and use a sensitive heart to discover the beauty of the world.” In the last minute after class, Wen Susu gave a brief summary of today's lecture. For the students in the class, different people have different feelings about this sentence. Perhaps it is difficult for them to have this state of mind at this age. However, Liu Zhiyi did listen. The girl held a pen in her hand and stared at the podium in a daze for a long time. Then she came to her senses and quickly wrote down the words in her little notebook. "Dang——dang——dang——" The noon school bell rang. Wen Susu never stays late. "Well, get out of class is over~!" "Stand up!" Fang Wei took the lead. "Thank you, teacher - goodbye, teacher -" "Okay, let's go eat! Students on duty, remember to wipe the blackboard!" "what?!" The problem fell on the two students who were on duty today. It was not that it was difficult to wipe the blackboard, but that they had to ruthlessly wipe off such beautiful blackboard drawings on the blackboard. This was too difficult! Inexplicably, there was a burden of guilt in my heart for destroying the beauty! "By the way, where's the little bee? Little bee, come out with me." "Eh?" Everyone looked at each other, and no one realized who Wen Susu was calling. "Fang Wei! Class monitor! Little Bee! Teacher Wen is calling you!" Finally someone reacted and shouted in the classroom, and then everyone burst into laughter.
In the little game just now, the little bee was Fang Wei! Fang Wei's face was filled with black lines... What? I became a little bee?! (End of this chapter)