Introduction: Learning Chinese traditional culture can not only enhance Chinese literacy, but also learn how to deal with others.

Let us take a look at the ways of Chinese studies in life.

My daughter who is in junior high school, her classmates call her No. 23.

There are a total of 50 people in her class, and every time she takes the exam, her daughter ranks 23rd.

Over time, she got this nickname, and she became a veritable middle-class student.

We thought the nickname was harsh, but my daughter embraced it.

My husband said worriedly that when it comes to company events or old school reunions, everyone else praises their little superman, but he can only act somber.

Their children not only have outstanding academic performance, but also have many talents.

Only girl No. 23 in our family has nothing worth showing off.

Therefore, when he saw the children with extraordinary talents in entertainment programs, his eyes lit up with envy.

Later, when he saw a report about a nine-year-old child going to college, he was very hurt and asked his daughter: "My child, why are you not a child prodigy?" The daughter said: "Because my father is not a priest!" The husband was speechless.

, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, relatives and friends gathered together, filling a large box.

The conversation gradually turned to the children of each family.

Taking advantage of the drunkenness, ask the children to talk about what they will do in the future? Pianists, celebrities, politicians, the children have no stage fright. Even the four and a half year old girl will say that she will be a TV host in the future and win a while.

Awesome! My 15-year-old daughter was very busy picking crabs and peeling shrimps, serving soup and wiping her lips for her little brothers and sisters.

Everyone suddenly remembered that she was the only one left silent.

Under the urging of everyone, she answered seriously: "When I grow up, my first wish is to be a kindergarten teacher, leading the children to sing, dance and play games."

” Everyone politely expressed their approval, and then asked her about her second choice.

She said openly: "I want to be a mother, wearing an apron with a jingle cat printed on it, cooking dinner in the kitchen, telling stories to my child, and leading him to watch the stars on the balcony."

’ Relatives and friends looked at each other in astonishment, not knowing what to say.

My husband looked extremely embarrassed.

After returning home, he sighed and said, "Do you really plan to let your daughter become a kindergarten teacher in the future? Are we really going to watch her become a middle school student?" In fact, we have also used a lot of brains.

In order to improve her academic performance, she hired a tutor, enrolled in tutoring classes, and bought various materials.

The child is also quite sensible. He stopped reading comic books, quit the paper-cutting class, and gave up on sleeping in on the weekends.

Like a tired bird, she rushed from one class to another, doing piles of papers and exercise books.

But he was still a child, and his body couldn’t bear it anymore and he caught a bad cold.

While hanging on an intravenous drip, she continued to do her homework in the hospital bed, which eventually led to pneumonia.

After recovering from the illness, the child’s face became smaller.

But the final exam results were still the 23rd that made us dumbfounded.

Later, we also tried to increase nutrition, material incentives, etc. After repeated attempts, our daughter's face became increasingly pale.

Moreover, as soon as she was about to take the exam, she started to have anorexia, insomnia, and sweating. Then, she got 33rd place in the exam, which shocked us.

My husband and I quietly gave up the vigorous activities of removing seedlings to encourage growth.

He restored her normal schedule, gave her the right to draw comics, and allowed her to continue ordering books and newspapers such as "Children's Humor". The family became stable for a long time.

We feel sorry for our daughter, but when faced with her grades, we feel unspeakably confused.

On the weekend, a group of colleagues went on an outing together.

Everyone cooked their own special dishes and took their husbands and children for a picnic.

There were lots of laughter along the way, as children from this family sang and children from that family performed skits.

My daughter didn’t have any special skills, she just kept clapping happily.

From time to time she ran to the back and looked after the food.

Arrange the tilted lunch box, tighten the loose bottle caps, and wipe away the juice that leaks out.

Busy and busy, like a careful little housekeeper.

During the picnic, an unexpected thing happened.

Two little boys, one a math genius and the other an English master, both held a piece of glutinous rice cake on the plate at the same time. Neither of them wanted to let go, let alone share it equally.

Rich delicacies were served in a steady stream, but they didn't even look at them.

The adults laughed and sighed, and even tried to persuade and cajole, but to no avail.

In the end, it was my daughter who easily broke the deadlock by tossing a coin.

On the way back, there was a traffic jam and some children became anxious.

My daughter’s jokes came one after another, and everyone in the car was amused.

Her hands were not idle, and she cut out many small animals from colorful cartons containing food, which attracted the admiration of these children.

Until they got off the bus, everyone got their own zodiac paper-cut.

Hearing the children's repeated thanks, my husband couldn't help but smile proudly.

After the midterm exam, I received a call from my daughter’s class teacher.

First of all, I learned that my daughter’s grades were still average.

However, he said: "There is something strange that he wants to tell me. He has been teaching for thirty years and this is the first time he has encountered this kind of thing."

There is an additional question on the Chinese language test paper: Which classmate in the class do you admire the most? Please tell me why.

Except for my daughter, all the students in the class actually wrote their daughters’ names.