I don't think there will be blackboards in other people's homes. I wonder if it's because there are teachers at home. When I was very young, that little blackboard was hung on the wall.
Grandpa and aunt often teach me to read on the blackboard with square handwriting, and I also like to leave my tender handwriting on it. After self-study, I let my doll and bear sit on the small bench, point to the words just learned on the blackboard and teach them by demonstration. Adults stood by laughing, and no one would have thought that one day I would really stand in front of the blackboard and do the hard work of teaching and educating people.
After school, there are often questions on the blackboard that I can't do. When I couldn't do a problem, I asked my grandfather. Nothing can beat him. Grandpa always walks to the blackboard and tells me while doing it. Grandfather's beautiful calligraphy was left on the blackboard. Sometimes I don't understand, and soon I will ask the same kind of questions. Grandpa was not annoyed, but patiently explained it to me. After he finished, he just gave me four words-"draw inferences from others". Grandpa wrote these four words on the blackboard and told me: don't be rigid in reading, you should draw inferences from others.
Now every time I tell this word to students, I will think of what my grandfather wrote on the blackboard and the way he spoke at that time. When Jia Jia meets my problems, I will learn from my grandfather and say to her: You should learn to draw inferences from others!
In my middle school days, my temper got bigger. In retrospect, it should be a rebellious period. At that time, I really didn't like anything, and I often muttered "touch the air" (meaning hate). Grandpa told me several times, but I haven't changed. Once, for some reason, I got angry again and shouted, "Touch the gas, touch the gas!" " "This time, my grandfather was angry, too. He stopped me loudly, walked quickly to the blackboard, and wrote down four big words "Anti-Touch Theory"!
I didn't expect that one of my complaints would have this consequence. Although I am still unconvinced, I don't speak. That was the biggest anger my grandfather sent me in my memory. The four shocking words on the blackboard have not been erased for several days. In those days, every time I walked through the kitchen door, I lowered my head and was afraid to see those four words, just as I was afraid to see grandpa's frowning brows and discerning eyes. After that, even if I want to complain about something, I will think about it in my mind and try not to say the word "touch gas".
As I grow up, the small blackboard is always hung in a familiar place, and I use it less and less.
In a blink of an eye, Jia Jia will be ten years old, and her grandfather will be a hundred years old.
Every time Jia Jia goes to Taigong's house, she likes to set up a small bench and stand in front of the blackboard, drawing whatever she wants. After that, she will always jump and shout for the squire to appreciate. Grandfather, who will always be her loyal listener, staggered to the blackboard, looked at it carefully, said yes over and over again, and his eyes smiled into lines.
I saw that Jiajia liked the blackboard, so I bought a vertical one and put it at home. Jia Jia played for a few days and soon turned sour. However, every time I go to Taigong's house, I don't forget to write and draw. This is the unique charm of old things, and sometimes it's hard to tell.
Now that the old house is lent out, Jiajia never asks about the blackboard again, but I think she will remember the blackboard, just like me.