Read the text silently, think about the content of the text, and exchange views with your classmates. Draw fresh words and phrases and communicate with your classmates.

Sun Yat-sen studied in a private school when he was a child. At that time, there was a class, and the teacher read it, and the students followed it, making baby, like singing. The teacher asked the students to recite one by one when they were familiar with it. As for the meaning of the book, Mr. Wang never talks about it.

One day, Sun Yat-sen came to school, put the book in front of the teacher as usual, and recited the text he learned yesterday fluently. Mr. Wang nodded repeatedly. Then, Mr. Wang circled a passage in Sun Yat-sen's book. He read one sentence and asked Sun Yat-sen to read another. When Sun Yat-sen was literate, he went back to his seat to practice reciting. After reading it several times, Sun Yat-sen memorized it. However, he doesn't understand anything in the book. Sun Yat-sen thought: What's the use of this back? So he stood up bravely and asked, "Sir, what does this book you just asked me to recite mean?" Please tell me about it! "

This question stunned the students who were shaking their heads and reading aloud, and the classroom suddenly became silent.

Mr. Wang walked up to Sun Yat-sen with a ruler and asked sharply, "Can you recite it?"

"I'll carry it." Sun Yat-sen recited the book word for word as he spoke.

Mr. Wang put away his ruler, waved his hand to let Sun Yat-sen sit down, and said, "I thought that when you grow up, you will naturally know the truth in the book." Since you want to hear it, I'll tell you! "

Teacher Wang spoke in detail and everyone listened carefully.

Later, a classmate asked Sun Yat-sen: "Are you afraid of being beaten when you ask your husband questions?"

Sun Yat-sen smiled and said, "Ask if you don't understand. In order to know the truth, it is worthwhile to be beaten. "

extreme

Huade school

When Lei Yun thundered in the sky, the showers in June fell, and the humid east wind walked through the wilderness, playing the flute in the bamboo forest.

So groups of flowers suddenly ran out of unknown places and danced and reveled on the green grass.

Mom, I really think those flowers are in an underground school.

They closed the door and were doing their homework. If they want to play games before school, their teacher will punish them for standing in the corner.

As soon as it rained, they had a holiday.

Branches in the forest touched, green leaves rustled in the wind, and Lei Yun clapped his hands. At this moment, children dressed in purple, yellow and white rushed out.

Mom, do you know that their home is in the sky, where the stars live?

Don't you see how eager they are to get there? Don't you know why they are in such a hurry?

I can naturally guess who they are raising their arms to, and they also have their mothers, just like I have my mother.

Tisso

Daqingshuxia primary school

In the morning, from the hillside, from the flat dam and from the alley with fluffy flowers and sunflowers, many primary school students came, including Han, Dai, Jingpo, Achang and De 'ang. Everyone dressed differently, came to school and became good friends. Bright national costumes make the school colorful. The students say hello to the singing birds in the campus, say hello to their beloved teachers and salute the flying national flag.

"When, Dangdang! Dangdang, Dangdang! " The bell on the big green tree rang.

Start class. Students of different nationalities study in the same classroom. Let's read the text together. What a beautiful voice! At this time, it was quiet outside the window, the branches stopped shaking, the birds stopped singing and the butterflies stopped on the flowers, as if listening to the students reading the text. The most interesting thing is that several monkeys came. These friends in the mountains are curious to hear. After class, everyone danced peacock dance, wrestled and played games under the big green tree, which attracted many birds, even squirrels and beavers.

This is our ethnic primary school, a frontier ethnic primary school. The ancient bronze bell hangs on the thick branches of the Daqing tree. The shadow of phoenix bamboo, shaking on the white powder wall. ...