Children say nothing: Xiaoxue (a pseudonym, a third-grade pupil): Every time I write a composition, my first thought is how to complete the number of words, so that I can get a good grade in the exam. I remember one exam, the teacher asked us to write a composition of 150 words. I counted it and handed it in. As a result, I did badly in that exam. The teacher told me that 10 was deducted because there were not enough words to deduct punctuation marks. Mom said that I write diaries and compositions as "diaries", but "diaries" can be filled with words. If the teacher says you can write whatever you like, no matter whether it is long or short, I feel "liberated"!
Parents' words: Xiaoxue's mother: The teacher asks the child to keep a diary every day, and she always complains that "there is nothing to write". With so many things happening at school every day, why do you feel that there is nothing to write about? I think our parents are actually responsible. When the child was young, I took her out and often talked to her about what I saw. For example, when I see fallen leaves, I will ask her what they are like and why there are fallen leaves. However, with the accelerated pace of family life, such communication between me and my children is becoming less and less. Children have no time to reflect after finishing something because of the increasing pressure of study. On the other hand, I found that parents' social outlook is also influencing children's way of thinking. When we get home, we always talk about what happened at work. Children listen too much, and their thoughts become complicated. Once, my daughter wrote a composition entitled "Teacher, I want to tell you". When she came back, she told me that she couldn't write this article well, because "if I write photos, the teacher will definitely be unhappy to give her advice." You can't write well without true feelings.
Teacher's words: Lu (a special Chinese teacher in the No.1 Middle School Attached to China Normal University): We advocate writing with true feelings, but the situation of students' composition is often that the higher the grade, the more false their feelings and the more empty their thoughts. Writing a composition is not only about organizing words, but more importantly, whether the author has his own thoughts and feelings and understanding of society. Unfortunately, both students and teachers focus on writing skills in order to increase the "insurance factor" of the exam. It leads them to pay attention to the rhetorical devices, structure and breakthrough points of the article and forget to perceive what is happening around them. It's not that children can't write the truth. Not long ago, I recommended a student's exercise entitled "My hobby" to a magazine. His hobby is "like singing in the bathroom, because it makes me confident". The composition is vivid because it is his real experience. As teachers and parents, it is necessary to encourage children to tell the truth in this way. When the child is in the lower grade, take the child out for a walk, give him (her) more time to play and release the child's nature. Only when a child feels happy in life will he or she observe the world. In middle school, parents and teachers should give their children more independent space and cultivate their thinking ability.
Original award-winning composition:
Mom's back.
Some time ago, my mother went to Hangzhou to study. It took a long time, maybe a month. Today, my mother finally came back from Hangzhou. I am very happy! Because mom's arms are warm, because mom is back, dad's birthday will be better, because mom will read to me at home. ...
When my mother is not at home, I miss her very much, and I miss my mother's feeling, which is a feeling of crying.
Li Sizhe Zhuji Experimental Primary School Education Group Chengdong Primary School Grade Three
Jin Naijia, a blind student in Shanghai, won the first prize of the second "Bing Xin Composition Award" in the national senior high school group. Zhao, the judge of the Shanghai Division and vice chairman of the Municipal Writers Association, wrote in the commentary: "The eyes can't reach it, but the heart can reach it. This can also be said to be a kind of love, love life, love thinking, love wonderful spiritual roaming; Continue your love, your dreams and spiritual pursuits, and continue to express in your poems. Your flower of life may be more brilliant than others. "
The "Bing Xin Composition Award" contest in Shanghai was jointly organized by the Bing Xin Award Jury and Shanghai Family Education Times. After collecting manuscripts from the whole society, the jury received more than 654.38+10,000 works of primary and secondary school students in Shanghai alone. A few days ago, when sorting out the list of winners, the organizing Committee found that a poem "Love" that won the first prize was actually written by a child with low vision. In the poem, the colorful love he described amazed the judges.
Jin Naijia was born with severe amblyopia and almost no light perception in his eyes. His mother Qin Wen said, "When my son grew up, his vision gradually recovered to 0. 1. He couldn't see at all when he was a child, so we taught him by hand. " Although he had no chance to see the world clearly, he loved reading since he was a child. Because reading with a magnifying glass is slow, he downloaded many e-books and built a personal e-book library in his computer. As long as he has time, Jin Naijia listens to books with screen reading software, and often listens to books late at night on weekends.
Jin Naijia was responsible for editing the literary school magazine Feeling when he was studying in a school for blind children. During that time, he was obsessed with literature and wrote many poems. In September 2007, Jin Naijia was admitted to East China Normal University, majoring in psychology.
Original award-winning composition
Jin Naijia's Love
These are the mountains at sunrise.
That's a ship in the distance.
It's a daffodil in February.
This is a leaf bud in March.
Quietly, quietly
It was printed out.
The water in the stove is boiling.
This is a bright rose.
This is Van Gogh's oil painting.
This is expensive French perfume.
Thick and deep
Infiltrate sb.' s heart
This is a terrible scream.
This is a ruthless tsunami.
That is an ancient city that was flooded.
This is the fallen arena.
immediately
Sink and disappear
I woke up at two in the morning.
Only to see last night's dream.
The first Bingxin composition award, the first prize of poetry.
migrant worker
Author: satellite.
Write down this word: I am very sad.
Say this name: very sad.
This word has long been characterized as a member of the vulnerable groups.
This title doomed them to become "outstanding representatives" at the bottom of society.
In the dictionary, migrant workers are defined as groups that exchange physical strength for rewards.
In my mind, migrant workers are the hybrid products of farmers and workers.
They are engaged in jobs with overdrawn physical strength and uncertain remuneration in cities.
Unlike farmers, they can sow in spring and harvest in autumn.
They don't enjoy the eight-hour work system like workers.
They are illegitimate children of market economy.
All the migrant workers I have met have a simple and honest face.
Cheap cigarette in mouth.
The finger wound was wrapped with tape.
Walk in a hurry, disheveled
Or standing on a strange street corner at a loss.
They don't have graduation certificate, employment certificate or qualification certificate.
They only have one capital-strength.
In this vocabulary, I have seen injured fingers, mutilated bodies and weightless life more than once.
In this title, I really tasted the tragic adjectives of inferiority, cowardice, pain, loneliness, sadness, despair and helplessness.
In this vocabulary, it is always full of sadness.
In this name, blood, sweat and tears overlap in it, and the chemical reaction produces helpless products.
You are far away from home for your home.
Wandering alone in a strange and indifferent city
Countless sandstone, cement, bricks and countless sweat, tears and blood.
Build countless warm, bright and spacious new homes for the city.
But I don't have a humble abode as big as my own matches.
Migrant workers are synonymous,
These include a drop of blood, two tears, three sleepless nights, four days of illness, five threats and six beatings.
They know more about chewing acid, pain, fatigue and wind and rain.
They are my "bonded laborers" in the 2/kloc-0 century.
They respect the law.
But the law may not respect them.
They are very honest.
But honesty is always a trap.
A faint sigh
Down to the Bone
Migrant workers are full of sad words.
This is a sad name.
Premier Wen asked for wages for migrant workers.
This is a blessing for Xiong Deming.
This is the sorrow of migrant workers.
This shows that it is difficult for migrant workers to ask for wages.
People who are still walking in this vocabulary
I think it is the greatest person, the strongest person and the most persistent person.
People who still stand in this title
I think it is the most helpless person, the most passive person and the most pitiful person.
I wrote this humble poem with a clumsy pen.
The thin nib is like a lonely candle.
Candles illuminate the pain during the day and the homesickness at night.
Migrant workers are a despised profession.
Migrant workers are like a simple rural plant.
In this era, honesty and personality have been devalued.
Do we need conscience, conscience or conscience?
What we need is the sword of justice to safeguard the rights and interests of migrant workers.
Then write down the word migrant workers.
Tears filled my eyes.
Say the names of migrant workers again.
Me, the elder brother who eats more and enjoys less.
What is deeply rooted in people's hearts are those helpless and desperate eyes.
I've always been shocked.
We pay attention to them.
Is to pay attention to the part of yourself that should shine. "I wrote this humble poem with a clumsy pen/thin nib, just like a lonely candle/candlelight shining the pain during the day and homesickness at night ..." Perhaps, according to the author's age, he may not be able to deeply understand how heavy the theme he wrote, but as far as this poem is concerned, his concern and thinking about the inequality in real life, his sympathy and care for the disadvantaged groups and ordinary workers. As a "poem", we may say that its sentences are a little short and plain, but the author's compassion, kindness and care are another better "poem". As written at the end of the poem, "We pay attention to them/that is, to the parts of ourselves that should shine". LULU (a famous children's literature writer)