Chapter 20 I like children rascal

(one) I like to be a kindergarten teacher because every day the children give me unexpected surprises.They have done me far more good than I have done them. Dann is a German kid. He is just two and a half years old. He speaks German at home and English at school. We exempt him from taking Chinese.The main reason is that too many languages ​​will hinder his thinking and cause his language confusion. In fact, only two languages ​​have confused him. He called the car "AUTO CAR". It is said that AUTO means car in German. But he showed superhuman interest and sensitivity in Chinese. Whenever he saw me ring the bell every day, he would be the first to sit on the floor and start singing: "How are you, children..." I had to call Break him: "Hang on, wait for your friends please."

Dann's comprehension of Chinese is amazing. In a short time, he can already understand my Chinese commands and give correct answers.His mother, a tall, beautiful German woman, hugged me excitedly, kissed me all over the face, and called me an education expert because Dann didn't learn English that fast.And I flattered her son as a master of words. I observed Dann carefully, and came to the conclusion that Dann's strong thirst for knowledge came from his hyperactive appetite.Usually when I am in Chinese class, I prepare some snacks to encourage children's enthusiasm for learning, but these snacks are not shared with everyone.Whoever answers more gets more rewards.Out of his fanatical pursuit of food, Dann exerted all his intellectual potential to the extreme. He could even recite the order of my color flesh cards. He often said without looking up while licking the crumbs in his hand: "Green." He was so rigorous in his studies that in the end I had to beg him: "Dann, if you can keep the answer as a secret, I will give you a cookie for prize." The child has no reaction time.

By the time Dann graduated, he was only three and a half years old and could already say all the colors, names of fruits and polite expressions in Chinese.The smoothest line is: "Please give me a cookie, thank you." (two) Kai is of mixed race. His mother is a local Chinese in Singapore and his father is German.He has a very handsome mixed face. What makes Kai so special is the courage to question everything.All truths and fallacies can be overturned in front of him and start over.His numerous confusions often make me feel that there is no limit to life but no limit to learning, and the circle surrounded by my knowledge is always smaller than the scope of his ignorance.

For example, if you tell him that the sun is red, he immediately asks why is it red?If you fall into his trap and answer that the sun is red because it is full of fire, he will grab you and ask why is it all fire?If you say that because we need the sun to grow, and the sun is far away from us, so the sun must have a lot of fire, he will ask again why the sun is not closer to us... Repeatedly, endlessly, so you Fall into an infinite non-repeating decimal.I often bow down in the end and ask him sadly: "Why you have so many why?" Usually Kai is sent to school by his mother, he jumps through the gate and happily BLOWs a KISS to his mother, shaking his chubby hands to say goodbye.But one day it happened that his father changed him to send him off, and the scene was simply holding hands and looking at tears, and he was speechless. (I once suspected that Liu Yong wrote this poem because he was not sending his son to school BUT) The two sat on the steps and kissed and hugged endlessly, with tears in their eyes. Kai hugged his father's thigh desperately and cried loudly. Repeatedly: "You will pick me up later, right?" Even though I kept reassuring Kai, "Don't worry, nobody wants you except your daddy." His father raised his right hand solemnly and reassured Kai, just as he left After two steps, he turned back and hugged his son, as if they were separated from each other.Often a routine drop-off can last up to 40 minutes.I have never seen a white man who is so concerned about his children.In the end, it was me who resolutely stopped this STUPID, and said to the father with a pleasant face: "Oh, please, this is only a kindergarten, not a jail. Your son will be fine if you do me a favor say goodbye now." He Under my protest, Dad left with three steps, one turning back, two steps and kowtowing, but he didn't go far, hiding in a corner outside the fence to peek at how long his son was crying.

One day after finishing the painting, when I wrote my name on his masterpiece, he begged me earnestly: "Lao shi, can you write Kai Oliver Hoffmann on it?" I also imitated him: "Why?" He explained that because today is His dad came to pick him up, if only Kai was written, dad wouldn't know it was him.I usually accept the strange argument, because the child has his own reason, even though he is the only Kai in the whole class. When his father arrived and I asked why, his father laughed loudly: "I only call him Sweety, Honey at home, never Kai, only when he makes a mistake, I call him his full name, Kai Oliver Hoffmann..." He put on a serious look while pointing his finger at his son's head, "He must think I don't know his name is Kai." After finishing speaking, he let his son ride on his neck and left.

(three) Little ZIARD is in a bad mood today.It shows that I am not concentrating in class. I used to actively participate in my questions every day, but today I roll around on the carpet like a little panda, and from time to time I say a word or two that is out of standard, such as "shall we go home soon?" ?” “Where did LEIERN go?” “Where did SEIF go?” LEIERN and SEIF are his older brothers and sisters, both of whom are my students, the older sister is in NURSERY, and the older brother is in K2. The little guy was still making trouble. When other kids were performing and singing, he followed behind and yelled loudly. His voice overwhelmed the others. When he was asked to come up to perform, he squirmed and couldn't open his mouth. When he sat back, he sang loudly like a drill .I asked him to sit down a few times, he blinked his big eyes at me, covered his face with his small hands, and buried his head between his legs as if he had made a big mistake. I patted his head and signaled him that it’s okay. I know children are just like adults. , Every month has emotional ups and downs, and today he looks particularly depressed.

When the story was about to be exciting, ZIARD suddenly shouted again: "Wait a minute, you are going upstairs, right? You want to see Leiern, right?" I pressed my index finger on my lips, signaling him not to disturb other children, and rushed He squeezed his eyes and said softly to him: "LATER, LATER I WILL TALK TO YOU." The story will end, arrange for the little ones to play LEGO, then hold ZIARD on his lap, and ask him: "Do you miss my sister?" He nodded. "Then I'll hug you. In two hours, after school, you'll be able to see my sister." He lowered his head and shook his head gently, covering his face with his little hands.I have compassion in my heart, I like this little thing very much, he is so smart that he should be in PLAYGROUP at his age, because he is just over two years old, but his mother sent him to school 10 months ago, so he is not of school age short.When I first arrived at school, I refused to eat lunch and only held the bottle and cried. At that time, I held him in my arms and shook him like a baby. LION MOUTH!" Seeing his wide mouth, he quickly stuffed a mouthful of steamed eggs.Just like this, I brought him up little by little, watching him grow a mouth full of teeth, watching him wet his pants for a while and stumble for a while, when he was promoted, he should have been in the PLAYGROUP, because he cried as soon as school started a few days ago He kept looking for me, and he didn't eat or drink until noon, so I couldn't bear it, so I took him to a higher level and joined me in PRE-NURSERY. He is still a little boy in this class.Although he is not inferior to others in studies, but occasionally when he is frustrated, the immaturity and dependence of the little baby are shown.

Today, he was a little lonely because of his bad mood, and wanted to ask his sister to give him a hand. I had an idea and told him, wait a minute, I'll take Leiern's class upstairs, and I'll take you up to see her, okay?Just one glance.Excited, he nodded at me vigorously. When get out of class was over, I pleaded with Miss EMMA, who was taking the painting class later, and said that I would take ZIARD to the second floor to see my sister. As I expected, EMMA refused: "No, I can't let him go. If he goes up, What if the other children are also clamoring to go up? Don't get used to him, he will be fine after you leave."

EMMA and I take two completely different education routes. She is strong like an iron lady. The children she manages are easy to take care of. They don’t cry and don’t make trouble. The children will ATTENTION when they see her, and they are only two or three years old. children can be silent.Sometimes the children in our class are too naughty, I can't threaten them with "EMMA WANT TO TALK TO YOU", the children immediately became quiet, and kept shrinking back like slugs and said NO, NO, like EMMA The name is very intimidating in school. Sometimes I have to admire EMMA's expressionless face and calm eyes all day long. It seems that she has never smiled.And I may be too fond of laughing, the children don't fear me at all, they see me and make trouble as they like, every time I walk into the classroom, I have to be ready to be thrown down by these little bandits. The children who go out of our class are indeed a little Like me, I am free and undisciplined. When I want to speak in class, I raise my hand and make big remarks. I rarely interrupt.

I held ZIARD in my arms and discussed with him earnestly: "Honey, I think today may not be possible. EMMA is going to class, otherwise, just wait a little longer, and school will be over soon." Ziard's eyes were red, and it was still the same He tricked me into sympathy: "I WANT TO SEE LEIERN..." I went all out and decided to take him away. "Hush! Shh! Let's run upstairs gently, you have to hurry up, come down after a quick look, and don't let EMMA know, okay?" I shook his little hand, and he looked excited, except that he could see his sister My wish is about to come true, and I still have the excitement of doing bad things secretly, and my small body slides down my body very quickly.

While EMMA was arranging the toys for the children, I took his little hand and tiptoed out of the classroom, ran to the bottom of the corridor, while running, the two of us softly shouted slogans: "QUICK, QUICK..." We were still facing each other Meaningfully snickered.Running up the stairs, I think he is slow, when I go back, maybe EMMA has started classes, so I keep urging him, hurry up, hurry up.He is small, and the steps are high, so it is very difficult for him to go up the stairs. He steps up with his front foot and follows with his back foot, instead of one step at a time with his front foot and one step with his back foot as I do. Almost tripped, but fortunately I lifted his arm, and he was lifted up by me just like that.It's fine if you want to hug him and run up, but he is still very stubborn, insisting on walking by himself, he is very persistent. When I arrived at the door of NURSERY, I quietly opened a crack and pointed to ZIARD that Leiern was reading a book. Seeing that he was holding on to the door frame and was reluctant to leave, I made an exception. Anyway, they all came, so I simply opened the door and brought him in. , hiding him behind his back, and said to LEIERN, "YOU HAVE A VISITOR TODAY." Leiern was very surprised, just stayed there looking at ZIARD, and didn't even hug him or call his name.And that ZIARD who missed his sister so much was even more ridiculous, standing timidly under the eyes of a group of older children, holding my legs tightly with both hands, without saying a word. I ran out of time, so I urged LEIERN, "QUICK, GIVE YOUR BROTHER A HUG, HE MISS YOU SO MUCH." LEIERN gently pulled ZIARD's hand, and I saw ZIARD's expression of satisfaction, so I quickly hugged him and ran downstairs go. I sent him to the door of the classroom. EMMA was talking to a child with her back on her back. I smiled at ZIARD and told him, come back safely and go in.The little guy didn't go in, but waved at me, meaning to ask me to squat down.I squatted down, he jumped onto my knees, put his little arms around my neck and slapped my face hard, drool... With a face full of saliva, I rushed back to Leiern's classroom on the second floor to start class. Today, the teacher took the students and sneaked away for 4 minutes. 2003-12-21