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In school, the second class in the afternoon is Qinghuan's music class.

There were very few students in this primary school. There was no music class before. After Qinghuan and Shen Yinian came, they almost made music class, foreign language class, and painting class into a big classroom like that in University. All the students taught together.

The school's fixed curriculum is, Chinese, mathematics, ideological and moral.

In the afternoon, the sun is just right. It's not very sunny. Qinghuan and Shen Yinian organize the students to take their stools to the playground and sit side by side according to their height, the short front and the high back.

There is no doubt that the shortest is still the small carambola. When Qinghuan and Shen Yinian came here, xiaocarambola didn't go to school because her grandmother was sick. Therefore, when she was halfway up the mountain, there was an oolong.

Although small carambola can't speak, she is very good, and she is also very serious in class. Her handwriting is neat and her homework is high. Almost all the tests are full marks. She is a seed player.

Qinghuan election site is located at the edge of the playground under the willow tree, shade shelter, will not let these children feel sun.

Because it rained in the night, the children put on their clothes when they came to school in the morning. Who knows the climate will return to warm after noon.

Qinghuan's top is a beige V-Neck Sweater, her lower body is light colored jeans, and her feet are a pair of white sports shoes. Standing in the shade with a high horsetail, she is full of vitality. She claps her hands to attract the attention of the noisy children in front of her. When everyone looks at her, Qinghuan says, "we should keep quiet after we sit down, because our class time has already started Here we go

The heads of the little carrots in front of them said in the same voice: "sit down."

"OK, so the carambola is No. 1, and then start counting."

"Ah." The little carambola raised his hand to show his number one.

And sitting next to the small carambola students also cleverly raised their hands, and then crunchy to count, "two.".

Then, one by one, the total number of people is up.

The camera stays on the face of each of the counting students, all of them are clean smiling faces.

Shen Yinian came back with Yu Fei and Lu Chengze and moved two small benches, a tambourine and a guitar.

"In today's music class, my teacher and I accompanied the students. Did the" little baby "taught by Niannian teacher all sing in the last music class? Students who can't sing can raise their hands. It doesn't matter. The teacher can teach again. "

"Teacher." A little boy in the third row raised his hand, pointed to the chubby boy next to him and said, "Yang Kai won't!"

Yang Kai was so angry that his face was red. He was a bit out of tune. When he saw the beautiful teacher looking at him, he could only stare at his eyes and say obstinately, "teacher, I will!"

Qing chuckled and said, "OK, then the teacher will use the hands of the students to follow the teacher to beat the beat, OK?"

Dozens of children agreed: "yes."

Qinghuan first tried to feel the hand drum. Yu Fei felt that the guitar was a little itchy. These instruments were brought by them when they came. Of course, there were more school supplies and winter clothes. Those things were distributed to every student in advance, everyone had them.

"Don't think about it." Shen Yinian takes attacking Yu Fei as a source of happiness. "Don't forget that you don't have a complete five tone, so don't harm the flowers of our motherland."

“……” Yu Fei, what else can I do? Can only secretly rub the ground, and so on back to their own to play, have fun!

For the first time, Qinghuan didn't use the tambourine. With the sound of Shen Yinian's guitar, Qinghuan led the students to sing "little baby". The lyrics of this song were simple and easy to speak. The students clapped their hands with Qinghuan's rhythm.

After the first time, the crowd also laughed and applauded to encourage the students.

"Great." Although the singing is not neat, Qinghuan still praises. She sits on the bench and puts the tambourine in front of her. Her long legs are bent into a seven character arc, slender and slender.

"Teacher, teacher, what is the teacher playing?"

Some children are curious about Shen Yinian's guitar, and some children raise their hands to answer Qinghuan's instruments.

"I know teacher Huanhuan's drum."

Qinghuan: "teacher and Niannian teacher are musical instruments. Niannian teacher's instrument is called guitar, teacher's this is called tambourine."

These children's inner feelings are very high. Qinghuan and Shen Yinian are happy to see the children's happy appearance. The cheerful drum sound matches the sound of guitar. On the playground, a group of children surround Qinghuan and Shen Yinian. Driven by Qinghuan, they sing the lyrics happily with clean voice and milk.

Looking forward to your return, my little baby

looking forward to your embrace my little baby

how I want to hold your hand and lie on the hillside

quietly listening to you tell your happy past

looking forward to your return, my little baby

looking forward to your embrace my little baby

looking forward to your return my little baby

looking forward to your hug me My little baby……

……

After a chorus, Qinghuan began to teach students to play tambourine together. Children of this age were naturally active and full of curiosity about strange things.

So a music class, the students laugh constantly. Although Xiao carambola can't sing, she beats the beat with her hands best. Qinghuan teaches the students to play the tambourine. At first, xiaoyangtao plays very well, but after seeing headmaster Yang coming, she can't do anything wrong, and then she refuses to continue.

Qinghuan had to change people. Shen Yinian taught the students how to play guitar. She had taught staff in the previous music lessons. Shen Yinian taught the simplest two tigers. A group of students around her had to fight and fight together. Those who played well also called each other little tigers.

Small carambola sits quietly on the stool. Because she can't speak, she is a quiet and clever child in everyone's eyes. Because she is the nearest one from her home, she almost goes to and from school together. Maybe it is because of singing out of tune. The little fat man sits beside the small carambola with his hands on his cheek and sighs.

"Teacher, teacher, what do you mean by little baby?" the child asked

"Baby? You are the little baby, is the teacher treasure to love the baby

"The teacher is also our baby."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha."

A music lesson also has only 45 minutes. This is the last lesson today. A teacher rings the bell. The children sit down and wait for the teacher to finish school.

After hearing the teacher say that after school, they all carry their own small benches back to the classroom. President Yang stood aside and waited for the children to line up to go to the classroom. Then he said to Qinghuan and Shen Yinian in a joking tone: "now the students like music class and art class best."

Headmaster Yang said with a sigh: "after you leave, this group of children are expected to lose for a long time."