Chapter 883: Dad’s National Studies Lecture Hall (2/3)

Although Yang Lan didn't understand it at first, but his education on sputum has been quite good so far. He is also good at learning, and he is also good at learning. He combines various educational concepts for children and encourages to learn and experience different cultures more inclusively. The wonderful, this kind of education can be said to be very modern!
However, there is no lack of shortcomings. For example, his education on baboons rarely involves Chinese traditional culture. Children of other families can recite poems such as Nan Zhaoyu at the age of three. Don’t look at this little boy who is shy and actually wants to test poetry and calligraphy. He is definitely a "scholar", but now he can speak many foreign languages ​​fluently, but he will not recite a few ancient poems.
It is not that Yang Lan discriminates against Chinese traditional culture. The reasons for this are many things!
On the one hand, because Yang Lan knows the Chinese traditional culture of the world is not deep, even if the cultural development trajectory is similar, the first poems and later words reappear, and finally the hundred schools of thought contend... but after the Three Kingdoms, Yang Lan almost recognizes When he came out, he didn’t know what he was, how to use it to teach you?
Of course, this reason is not deeply affected, and the reason for the deeper influence is that Yang Lan discovered in the study of many modern educational concepts: Many educational experts believe that it is not appropriate for children to recite ancient poetry prematurely.
Especially before the age of three or four!
Because the poems are of no benefit to the children at this stage, they are too small to understand the beauty of the rhythm and the beauty of the mood in these poems. On the contrary, they are not children other than 曦曦, their memory is not good enough, only Simple imitation and rote memorization, this compulsive memory will have a certain degree of damage to their brains!
And forcing children of this age to do things they don't like to do will also make them resistant. Even if they can recite some verses, it is an impatient emotion. Over time, they will form an impression of disgusting poetry in their hearts. When they can understand poetry in the future, I am afraid they are not willing to learn poetry.
In addition, don't think that children at this stage have good memory and can recite many poems. One day, they will understand the beauty of these poems. When the children are four years old, the memory will be reshuffled. Few children can remember the things before the age of four when they grow up!
Even with a good memory, her memory before the age of four has gradually become blurred.
It is for these reasons that Yang Hao has forgotten the cultivation of this aspect.
Yes, he really forgot!
Because now that you are six years old, how to say that you have developed a part of the understanding ability, to the age of poetry!
Now, Yang Lan, through the rearview mirror, sees Yongzheng’s enthusiasm for his mother to read the poems in The Book of Songs, and he remembers this.
The teaching teaches something unique to the Chinese!
In addition, Yang Lan also remembered that because of his reprimand, he interrupted the martial arts that he had learned for two years. I started to learn to dance, and I can't learn Wu Wu without reason.
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When Yang Lan’s imagination came together, Murphy was proudly selling some simple poems that he had memories of.
He worshipped and said happily: "Ma Ma, you are very good. But what is the meaning of the poem that Xiao Wei’s sister is studying?"
This is the memory of memorable.
"What do you mean? The meaning is very simple, that is... is... what is good..." Murphy seems to be stuck, but can't say it.
Yeah, everyone knows the meaning of this poem. There is a girl I like on the other side of the water, but to really let Murphy summarize its general idea, Murphy found himself in a state of ignorance.
Not to mention translation!
What is it? Murphy can't say it.
"Yang Yang, what do you mean by the daughter talking about this poem?" Murphy had to ask Yang Lan for help.
"This explanation is complicated. It is necessary to explain one word at a time, and then to understand the whole sentence." Yang Lan returned to God and smiled a little. He said, "Hey, Dad goes home and tells you slowly." ?"
"Okay!" He smiled sweetly and didn't care, but she was very kind to care about her little friend. "But Xiner can't hear it."
"I want to go home to eat, you can tell Xiao Wei sister!" Lan Xin is still not interested.
"Hey, is this Xiaowei sister the one you met last time?" Murphy curious.
"Yes, today our teacher asked Xiao Wei sister to give us a book. She is good and speaks well!" said Yan and Lan Xin.
"I remember the last time you said that she didn't like to talk." Yang Xiao smiled.
"Tell it!" cried.
"She talked later!" Lan Xin also nodded seriously. If she didn't talk, Lan Xin didn't like to be friends with her. It is much better now.
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Although it was Friday night, after two days of vacation, Yang Lan still asked him to finish his homework. After dinner, he would return after a walk, and his small class of Chinese studies began.
Instead of too complicated equipment, Yang Lan just took out a large whiteboard that was usually placed in the storage room, took a marker, and took a class in the living room.
Dad’s class has always been very interesting. Not only did he not get bored, but he sat in front of her small desk where she was writing homework, and looked at her father’s poem on the whiteboard with Qin Shi·蒹葭.
Murphy didn't like to go to class, but she wanted to take a look at the "National Studies" and she was holding a small donkey and sitting on a sofa close to her knees.
But Xiao Yan couldn't sit still, um ah ah, eager to climb outside. Unfortunately, where did he escape from his mother's Wuzhishan?
"This poem comes from the Book of Songs. It is the earliest collection of poems in our country. Its poetry was written more than 2,000 years ago and written by many unknown authors. It can be said that history is very long." Yang Lan briefly introduces its history.

A long time ago?
I thought of the myth story that my father told her.
Is it longer than Sun Wukong?

"This is no match, but it is an ancient thing." Yang Yan said with a smile.
Speaking of the meaning of the verse, Yang Yu first on the whiteboard, brushing a few strokes with a marker, drawing a cluster of reeds, and a river behind the river.
I have to say that Yang Lan’s brushstroke paintings have become more and more perfect after years of teaching the storytelling. In these few strokes, the reeds are painted with the gods.
"蒹葭 means the reeds, the reeds that have not yet grown. This is a kind of grass that grows in the riverside and in the swamp. If they grow up, the ear will be as soft as the tail of the steamed buns. Mao." Yang Lan tried to make some images, and it was easier for him to accept.
"In fact, these words, 蒹葭 苍 蒹葭萋萋, 蒹葭萋萋 蒹葭 蒹葭 蒹葭 , , , , , , , , , , 所 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍 苍The words that the plants grow a lot and are very lush." ​​Yang Xiao smiled and underlined the three poems separately.
"This way..." He muttered to herself, she listened very well, her eyes stared at the blackboard, or looked at the verse, or looked at the paintings drawn by Dad.
Perhaps, in her mind, a beautiful picture has formed a prototype and is slowly unfolding.