When I was five years old, I helped my mother do test papers live, and I became popular

Huaxia Education Bureau V:

After discussion, it is planned to include "Yuan Ri" in primary school textbooks. As for whether to recite it, I advise students to recite it first (Come on.jpg)

At the same time, I hope that the poet Ye Xiaotian will continue to write and write more excellent poems @叶小天大霸话
after one day.

The Huaxia Education Bureau updated a scarf.

The elementary school students immediately exploded.

[Please don’t write poems, good people live a safe life]
[Ye Xiaotian, don't let me meet you in the canyon, or I will trick you every time I see you]
[Sit up in shock while dying, winter vacation homework didn't start]
As for the junior high school students and high school students, they all looked cheerful and eating melons.

They have all graduated from elementary school, so watching the excitement is no big deal.

[With all due respect, it is better to make more things for primary school students to memorize. How are primary school students now obsessed with mobile phones?Unlike us back then, we could only fry cow dung for fun]
[agree +1008611]
Seeing the enthusiasm of the student party, Ye Xiaotian immediately updated a scarf.

Ye Xiaotian is more handsome than V:

I will work hard and write more poems and articles to benefit primary and middle school students. Even if Jesus comes, it will not be able to stop my decision.

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All of a sudden, a large number of student parties began to criticize.

Ye Xiaotian was scolded and became a trending search.

#Who made the student party hate so much

Seeing so many people blackmailing him, Ye Xiaotian smiled maliciously. This group of people really didn't recite enough things, and they were too idle.

In the early morning, Ye Xiaotian ate two barbecued pork buns, and urged: "Mom, hurry up, we have to go to rehearse the show!"

Lin Shiqing kept stuffing pork buns into her mouth like a pig. She didn't stop until she had eaten eight and said:

"Xiaotian, I don't want to recite, how about I have a show with you?"

Ye Xiaotian hated iron and said: "Other people can't make it to the Spring Festival Gala, but you are picking and choosing. My show is singing, can you sing?"

He doesn't want to be on the show with pigs.

"Okay, I can sing the song about the bears."

Lin Shiqing said excitedly.

Ye Xiaotian was ashamed, and said speechlessly: "I don't sing such childish songs, I sing mathematics songs."

"But I don't want to read with a bunch of old grandparents."

Lin Shiqing said aggrievedly.

Ye Xiaotian said mercilessly: "It's up to you, unless you don't want to go to the Spring Festival Gala, otherwise don't pick and choose."

A picture appeared in his mind. His mother was standing with a group of old grandpas and grandma, reciting aloud in rhythmic voices. It was funny to think about it.

Ye Xiaotian almost laughed out loud.

Lin Shiqing felt a little depressed, so she buried her head in making two more bean paste buns.

"Mom, can you hurry up."

The corners of Ye Xiaotian's eyes twitched, even a pig would not dare to eat like this, there are ten buns in total, and it still can't fill his mother's stomach.

Lin Shiqing drank another cup of soy milk, and she was full.

"Let's go!"

Ye Xiaotian urged.

"it is good."

As soon as she finished saying this word, Lin Shiqing's expression began to twist, and she said awkwardly, "I'll go to the bathroom first."

As soon as the words fell, the person had already entered the toilet.

Ye Xiaotian:
After using the toilet, Lin Shiqing brought Ye Xiaotian to the CCTV building.

Huang Bingbing took them in, and kept introducing them to the characters of the Spring Festival Gala.

In the list of the Spring Festival Gala this time, there are only two stars, a king and a queen, who co-authored a program, and the rest are academic bigwigs and old heroes.

After passing through several rehearsal rooms, Ye Xiaotian glanced inside. The rehearsals were all old scholars, either with Mediterranean hairstyles or completely bald bald heads. They were all bosses who were as strong as the ceiling.

As for the old heroes in military uniforms, Ye Xiaotian didn't see any of them.

Huang Bingbing smiled and told Ye Xiaotian the reason.

Those old heroes don't need to rehearse.

Their program is very simple, that is to stand on the stage and tell about their own experience of the War of Resistance, no need to be polite, just talk about what comes to mind.

Of course, not everyone can speak.

Among this group of old heroes, there are still a few who were either blown out of their mouths or dumbed down by the enemy's poison.

They only need to be on the stage, and they can speak louder than silent.

Listening to Huang Bingbing's words, Ye Xiaotian's heart was full of respect. Even in a peaceful age, he couldn't forget those lovely people who threw their heads and blood for the nation.

When they came to a rehearsal room, Huang Bingbing stopped, and Lin Shiqing walked in with a bitter face.

It was the people from the Writers Association.

Ye Xiaotian sized up the people inside, the youngest must be no less than 50 years old, and the oldest is probably 80 years old, Lin Shiqing is inside, which seems a bit out of place.

The scene where they talked to Lin Shiqing was like a scene where the seven aunts and eight aunts formed a group to urge the marriage, which was very funny.

Lin Shiqing was inside, weak and helpless, she could only nod her head non-stop.

Ye Xiaotian laughed unkindly, and after being glared at by his mother, he followed Huang Bingbing to another rehearsal room.

"Brother Xiaotian, what song do you want to sing?"

Huang Bingbing asked curiously, she only knew that Ye Xiaotian's show was singing, but she didn't know what song to sing.

Ye Xiaotian said: "A song about mathematics."

Huang Bingbing asked: "What song?"

"What you haven't heard is a song I wrote recently."

Ye Xiaotian said calmly.

Huang Bingbing's eyes lit up. She had heard that Ye Xiaotian could write and sing songs, but she hadn't heard of it from the side. At this moment, she couldn't help urging:
"Brother Xiaotian, hurry up and practice, I'll listen here."

Ye Xiaotian nodded and began to practice singing.

After singing it once or twice, Ye Xiaotian knew it by heart, and he didn't want to practice any more, and was going to see his mother's rehearsal situation.

Huang Bingbing praised: "Brother Xiaotian, you sing really well."

"I think it sounds good too."

Ye Xiaotian said narcissistically, and then went to see her mother rehearse.

When he came to the rehearsal room of the Writers Association, Ye Xiaotian sat aside and watched quietly.

After half an hour, everyone stopped and began to rest.

Ye Xiaotian handed everyone a bottle of mineral water, and asked Tiening:

"How is my mother?"

Tie Ning said euphemistically, "It's pretty cute."

Hearing such praise, Lin Shiqing was in a good mood, feeling that the ability just now was worthwhile, and she did not forget to give Ye Xiaotian a narcissistic look.

Ye Xiaotian cast a speechless glance at his mother who was having fun.

The implication of this sentence is-a bit stupid.

After a 10-minute break, they rehearsed again.

Lin Shiqing, who had been "boasted", rehearsed even harder.

two hours later.

Huang Bingbing invited them to the restaurant for lunch.

Lin Shiqing, who had rehearsed all morning, was so hungry that she ate six bowls of rice and half the table by herself.

The little brother behind him couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear in surprise, looked at his girlfriend, and said with a sigh of relief, "Baby, it's a good thing you don't eat much."

The young lady nodded, and said with a guilty conscience: "My stomach is very small, and I will be full in less than a bowl of rice."

In fact, this young lady cooked five bowls of rice at home before going out.