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Chinese punched card

Today I wrote about my youngest son punching in for work.

My son began to study after school two months after the first grade, which was arranged by his teacher. It's been two years now, and he has declined five times. Their school attaches great importance to extracurricular reading, and the teacher's arrangement extends to winter vacation and summer vacation. Every day, I supervise him to read. I don't know how many times we quarreled about punching in, how many times I scolded him and sometimes touched him. No matter what other students do, we try not to retreat.

In addition to the six-year reading arranged by the teacher and the pamphlets made by the school, he also punched in fables, stories of boys growing up, stories of truth, three-character classics, Andersen's fairy tales, Grimm's fairy tales, fairy tales and so on. The teachers of Grade One and Grade Two in Senior High School don't let them buy books about happy reading. My own content will be a little more difficult, but his attitude in Grade One and Grade Two is more serious than that in Grade Three.

Reading time is different every day. He wants to read a long book for 30 minutes to 30 minutes, but he doesn't even want to read it for two or three minutes. The teacher has no time to check them one by one. It was all his own initiative, basically unconscious.

To say that my work is not in place, I often just let him see it, but I didn't tell him the truth in the article. I haven't told him beautiful sentences, let alone grammar. I didn't let him read it carefully twice, just let him digest and absorb it by himself. Actually, it's ok to read it again. If there is more, he will bargain. I don't want to waste my breath with him. Now I have a good sense of language and can write a composition, but it is not specific. He doesn't want to write unless the teacher arranges it.

After reading for such a long time, he still can't calm down, and he still needs our supervision and supervision. I have to talk about how he reads and clocks in.

He seems to punch in for fun, but he is not serious. Usually put the clock in at 7: 00 or 8: 00 in the evening, play after school in the afternoon, then start to do your homework, and then punch in when you finish. It's a little after nine o'clock. It's time for bed. I haven't clocked in yet. I quickly picked up the book and yawned after reading it. My face is dim and my eyes are blurred. I can't open it. I can't read it. When am I free today?

Alas, the children are so happy during the day. How about punching in during the day? Can't calm down. When reciting poems, you create your own rhythm, not clapping your hands, but your feet stand side by side, your waist twists left and right, your head swings left and right, and your linkage is consistent. My wrinkled face can't help but blossom. Moreover, I didn't read in Mandarin, but listened to the southern accent, deliberately used the Northeast dialect, used our dialect here, or bit out and jumped out word by word. All four tones have changed, and the sentence combination is neither fish nor fowl. When I read it, I will record it and taste it. In five minutes, I will officially read it out. Do you find it irritating? What's more, he changed it many times without changing it. He squatted in front of the sofa, leaning on the coffee table, and his body was shrinking. Of course, his pronunciation is not fluent. He always can't pronounce a word.

Once after recording, he sat in a small car and walked around the living room, chanting loudly, "The shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song vibrates Lin Yue ...", so I had to stop, and the voice of the broadcast was high and low, like adding a pause. Read "Reading for Six Years" again, put the book on the cupboard door with your arms straight, and your body is two feet away from the cupboard. I lifted my legs several times and stopped reading an article. I stopped it loudly, so I left it alone and watched him record it himself.

This is my son's Chinese punch card. In the third grade, I finally got more than 80 points in the Chinese exam, and the lowest before was 92. I can only have the cheek to say, "He won't listen to me ..."