Children who live in love love to learn more

About a week ago, my brother came to Beijing for business, and I decided to go home with him. Knowing that I was coming back, my little niece naturally jumped for joy. The next day, my brother went out to do errands, and I, my little niece, and my mother were accompanying me. The journey was very long, and I was a little concerned that my niece would get bored if the car ride took too long. But as soon as we got in the car, we started chatting and joking. My niece is in the first grade this year. She will talk about some fun things in school, talk about her good friends, tell jokes and brain teasers. She will also suggest playing some small games, and she keeps asking me to think of other games. It was so long that in the end, I even remembered the finger games I played when I was a child. When I got tired of playing games, I suggested reading a poem that I liked very much – \”Jiangchengzi·Hunting in Mizhou\” by Su Shi. My little niece immediately covered her face and said, \”I won\’t listen,\” giggling as she spoke. It\’s not that she didn\’t really listen, but she just got into the game. About two years ago, I got tired from playing games. During the break, in order to avoid being left in the cold, I read poetry to her and another child. This is how I played. I bluffed and \”cleared the place\”: \”I\’m going to read a poem. Our teacher said, let me read it alone. No one else is allowed to follow or listen. You, you, and those two children, hide them from me.\” , cover your ears, don’t let me see you.” My expression and tone were exaggerated and joyful. They saw that I was joking, so they giggled and hid them. Then, I read the poem by myself, and soon , the two children behind the door giggled and read along. Then I stopped and said, \”Hey, who is reading with me?\” They suddenly fell silent. As soon as I read, they started reading with a smile and poked their heads out to tease me from time to time. I responded to them in different ways. In this way, like a cat and a mouse, I pretended not to let him read, and they pretended to read secretly. They had a perfect understanding of each other. The two children hid behind the door and laughed until their stomachs ached. If I really stop, a childish voice will come from behind the door and say: \”We didn\’t listen, please read quickly.\” It was originally an intermission, but unexpectedly it became more joyful, and, in a short period of time , the two children memorized the poem \”Yellow Crane Tower\”. I haven’t played this game for a long time, and my little niece thought about it again. So, when I read this poem, she covered her face and hid, pretending not to listen, but she continued to read it while laughing. As I read, I turned my head towards her, and she closed her mouth and smiled wildly. Sometimes I would bluff her back and say: \”Keep silent, be sure to keep silent, don\’t read after me!\” She would smile and nod, with a mischievous light in her eyes, clearly saying: \” I will read with you!\” My brother\’s car was driving on the empty country road. Looking around, the fields after the autumn harvest were vast, vast and vast. In the car, people one big and one small shook their heads and recited: I am chatting like a teenager, holding the yellow on the left, holding the blue on the right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, thousands of horses riding around the hillock… Gradually, both of us were immersed in this poem by Su Shi. In the words, even if she doesn\’t understand the meaning of the words, she can still feel the heroic feeling in it through the rhythm. After reading it a few times, I stopped, and my little niece said with a smile: \”Let\’s do it again.\” I pretended to say: \”ThenYou hide first. After reading it, she said with a smile: \”Do it again.\” After reading it six or seven times, I got a little tired and said coquettishly: \”Please, let me go.\” She said, \”Read it again and I\’ll let you go.\” \”After stopping for less than ten minutes, the little niece said again: \”Let\’s read it again. My brother and my mother and I exchanged glances with each other and thought: This child is possessed. Then, I read it to her a few more times. Seeing that she had no intention of stopping, I suggested: \”I\’ll read it to her again.\” If you read some of Su Shi\’s other poems, they are all very nice. \”Then, I found some very classic words and read each one three times. After reading one, I asked her: \”Do you still want to read on? \”She said simply: \”Read. After reading seven or eight poems like this, I joked with my little niece: \”Su Shi said, read it slowly. I have written these few good poems in my life, and you guys finished reading them in a while.\” The little niece said with a smile: \”Humph, I just have to read them all.\” \”Although the journey was far away, I played and read the poems and came here. In the evening, my niece concluded: I am so happy today. I thought reading the poems was over, but I didn\’t expect that this was the beginning. Next, she saw My eyes will light up: \”Let\’s memorize that poem! \”She still can\’t tell the difference between poems and lyrics, collectively referred to as \”that poem.\” So we carried it on the back of the car, when we went to her uncle\’s house, when we were sending her to school, and when we were shopping. It was endless. Sometimes, I really don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I touched her head and said to myself: This child loves to learn too much. In fact, I read Su Shi’s poems to her simply because I like it and use it to spice things up. Atmosphere, by the way, I gave her a little edification. I didn’t expect a first-grade child to be able to memorize this poem. However, even if this poem was difficult, it couldn’t stop the little girl’s enthusiasm. Soon, she memorized this poem. Got it. Not only did she memorize it mechanically, she also concluded: \”Have you noticed? At first I could only read with you in a low voice, and then I could read with you loudly. Now, I read faster than you, and you can\’t keep up with me, and you have to remind you. \”I thought about it, and her summary was quite right. Sometimes, she would ask me: \”Can a first-grade child know this poem? What about children in second and third grade? \”I told her that this poem is usually not learned until middle school. If you are as young as you are, you will not be able to memorize it very much. I thought she would let me go once she could recite it by herself. Unexpectedly, she still started to recite it as soon as she saw me. Said: \”Let\’s recite that poem. \”At this time, the situation changed: she became the teacher and I became the student. This little teacher was so dedicated that before taking a nap, he would drag the blackboard to my room and give me a proper recitation lesson before allowing me to sleep. I went back That day in Beijing, I had to take a car to the airport, which happened to be the time for her to go to school. We hugged each other goodbye at the gate of the community. When I got in the car, she came back and said: \”Wait, wait, I sometimes forget, What\’s the name of that poem? \”I replied: \”Jiang Chengzi. \”She left with satisfaction. Sitting in the car, it was difficult to describe my mood in one sentence. I felt that my mission when I returned home this time was to teach my little niece to recite \”Jiangchengzi·Mizhou Hunting\”. To be honest, teaching She recited Su Shi\’s poems, it was not something planned, but coming back this time was mainly for her. She is in the first grade this year and I want to see how she is doing in her studies. Her mother usually helps her with her homework and will be anxious with her. In addition, she is sometimes irritable and prone to cheating and quibbling. In the past few days when she was home, I had been helping her with her homework. I expected that something might happen or she would have a little emotion. As a result, the situation I predicted did not happen at all. She has just learned Pinyin and addition and subtraction within ten. Sometimes she needs me to read questions to her. I need to help her with some things she doesn\’t understand. During the tutoring, I will occasionally make a joke or two to lighten the mood. For example, she told me that during the math test, she missed a vertical row of questions because she didn’t see them. I smiled and said to her: \”You are so talented. Those four questions are probably saying, don\’t leave. There are still us. We haven\’t filled in the numbers behind us yet. Oh, this little beauty is so anxious.\” As I talked, I pretended to answer the questions and held her back, and she laughed so hard. Some of the structure of the words she wrote was really unreasonable. I would ask her to change them, but she would also make them more interesting. When I asked her to change the word \”bird\”, I would say to her: \”Look, the head of the word \’bird\’ should be in the upper part of the field. The word \’bird\’ you wrote is only exposed. A handful of feathers.\” When she heard me say this, she giggled and said, \”The bird I wrote is so frustrating.\” The rest of the time, she did her homework and I read next to her. One day at dinner, she talked about addition and subtraction in mathematics and told me that she could even add and subtract within 20. I made a very surprised expression. She said, \”How about you give me a question to test me?\” I gave her a question of 17+6, and she quickly reported 23. I said, \”Well, it\’s really hard for you.\” She encouraged me and said, \”Try another one.\” I kept giving her questions until 96+6, and she figured it out. The whole family was stunned. They had never seen her doing math problems so happily. My sister-in-law sighed to me: \”When you came back, her expression was different.\” I asked her what was different, and she said: \”Usually she is not so happy, and sometimes she moans and groans because of little things. Maybe we They are all relatively boring; as soon as you come back, her expression becomes particularly full, and you can see how brightly she smiles.\” In fact, every time I go home, my little niece is extremely happy, and I know this. But this time, I was really surprised by her enthusiasm for learning in a short period of time. After returning to Beijing, I couldn\’t help but recall and feel all the details of these days. I gradually realized that when my little niece was with me, the boundary between learning and play was blurred in her eyes. When reciting the words, she didn\’t feel like she was learning. She just enjoyed the catchy feeling. We looked into each other\’s eyes and muttered the words. The feeling at the moment was beautiful enough. One time I accidentally recited the serial number and she laughed for a long time. She didn’t think doing arithmetic problems during meals was learning. She liked to see my various surprised expressions. On the way to school the next day, she said to her grandma: “I just want to give my aunt a surprise.” My niece went to dance class and while chatting on the way, sheSaid: \”So-and-so in our class said that her father is the most interesting person in the world. I said that is because you have never met my aunt.\” This is probably the highest praise I can get. In fact, memorizing words and solving arithmetic problems are just some fragments of our life. The rest of the time, we chat, play games, and joke. The feeling is very pleasant. Just looking at her makes my heart full of love. Looking at her smile as bright as a flower, I would silently think in my heart: Time, please go slowly… I think when I was young, my grandfather probably felt the same way when he looked at me. What I have in common with my grandfather back then is that we have no worries. I just simply love the child in front of me and feel that she is good everywhere. When a child\’s inner wonderful experience reaches its peak, it is not surprising that a huge enthusiasm for learning will burst out. I increasingly realize that while knowledge is objective, learning is closely tied to the quality of emotional relationships. The relationship between a child and his teacher and his parents provides the soil for learning. If parents, family members and teachers look at their children with love and appreciation, that wonderful feeling will be brought into learning; if they look at their children with fear, that bad feeling will also be brought into learning. These feelings are superimposed on the child\’s feelings about the learning content itself. Usually, good feelings create motivation, and bad feelings create resistance. If a child likes learning content and lives in a high-quality emotional relationship, loving learning is inevitable.