Puyang county chengguan town nanjie primary school class 1, grade 2
Grandma, I miss you so much.
I haven't seen you at all.
I want to present this poem to you.
But where are you?
Mom said, you are in heaven.
I can't sleep every day.
I'll look up at you
But where are you?
Dad said, you are a star.
I look up to you at night.
Why can't I see you?
But where are you?
Grandpa said, you are the sun.
You light us up.
I found you.
You are in our hearts.
Tutor: Yang Haimin.
The self-report of the little poet
My name is Wu Qiong, and my home is in Puyang County. There are five people in my family, father, mother, sister, brother and me. I am the youngest. They all love me very, very much.
Every morning, Mr. Yang will take us to read, listen to the morning reading of rainbow flowers, and find the poem written by Mr. Yang himself. I like those poems very much. I feel as if some poems were written about me. There is also that writing poems is less than writing words.
It turned out that I didn't believe that I could write poetry until I met Xiao Yu's life education class, and he told us that "childlike innocence is poetry".
At that time, teacher Xiaoyu asked everyone to imitate the starry sky. What I wrote at that time was photographed by Teacher Yang and passed on to Teacher Xiaoyu. At that time, I seemed to be a "little poet" at once. I am very happy and excited.
From that day on, I will write a little poem to read to Teacher Yang every week. If it is not good, the teacher will change it for me. Ok, I'll read my poem to everyone.
My deskmate's parents are both working in other places. He has been living with his grandparents. His grandmother sends him to and from school every day and sometimes helps him carry his schoolbag. I envy him!
I'll tell mom when I get home. My mother told me that when my grandmother died, I was still a little doll. My mother was very busy at work, so she left me in the care of my grandmother. After listening to my mother, I wrote this poem to tell you that I once had a grandmother who loved me very much.
Wu Qiong in Teacher Yang Haimin's Eyes
Wu Qiong, a girl with aura, likes reading, is quiet and sensible. Chinese language sense is particularly good.
Our class began to write poetry after being exposed to It's Light. It turns out that I always think that "poetry" is something that students can't touch, let alone let a second-grade child write it, and at most let them imitate some sentences in the text.
Since I took the "Is Light" poetry education class, I found myself more and more integrated into it. They prefer to express their feelings in the form of poetry. Wu Qiong is one of the most changed students, and he has to hand in one or two poems almost every week.
When I first handed in her song My Grandma, I was really moved. I didn't expect a child to express his grandmother so affectionately. Poetry can spread children's thinking, without boundaries, only free expression.
Since I insisted on writing poems every Monday, I found that even if I don't like to talk at ordinary times, children with low writing level like to write one or two sentences. The teacher wanted to write poems from the beginning, because there were fewer words in writing poems than in diaries.
Up to now, I had a good time after class, so I immediately sat down in my place and wrote a poem or two. I deeply feel that as long as I give them a platform, they will show it to the fullest. I believe my students will create one miracle after another.
I want to say to Wu Qiong, keep reading and writing poems, and believe you, your childhood will be full of poetry and colorful.