On this day, Li Mengxi spent the whole day teaching his younger brother how to calligraphy. He taught his younger brother back and forth, and what Xiao Zhuan was best at writing was drawing horizontal lines.

One can draw, the other can draw, the third can draw, and the fourth cannot.

Then, I can write simple fonts with my hands, even if I can't do it with wooden bricks or stones.

Li Mengxi believed that Xiao Bian found the word "hand" interesting and wanted to seriously learn to memorize it.

The younger brother is three or four years old. As for whether he is more than three years old or more than four years old, Li Mengxi cannot figure out.

It is normal for children aged three or four to only draw horizontal lines on their first day of learning to write.

Being able to learn to write with my "hand" on the first day is a gift.

His younger brother didn't learn much, but for Li Mengxi, he remembered a very important thing - Chinese characters are hieroglyphics. To put it simply, what a character looks like is what it looks like.

This point was inspired by Little Brick. Little Brick was still childish and had a rich imagination. Little Brick saw Li Mengxi draw horizontal lines. Little Brick said those were fingers and asked if one finger was one. From this Li Mengxi

Only then did I think of hieroglyphics and how to explain to my brother why the characters are written like that, just like I explained the four arithmetic operations.

If you can understand it and then learn it, you will get twice the result with half the effort. Pictograms are of great significance.

In a blink of an eye, it's evening again.

When parking the car to set up camp, as soon as the carriage stopped, my brother was thinking about playing with the children, so he asked Li Mengxi to take him to find the children.

Anyway, nothing happened, so Li Mengxi took his younger brother to play with his younger brother's friends.

The convoy of the women's and children's camp had just stopped, and the children, who had been tired in the car all day, couldn't wait to get out of the car, running and jumping with great joy.

Li Mengxi looked at it from a distance with a smile on his face, asking Li Mengxi to go over and play with the children. It would be inappropriate and they would not be able to play together.

The children are old and young, the oldest is about twelve or thirteen years old, the youngest is two or three years old, and the younger ones are even unsteady and are still learning to walk when being pulled by adults.

My younger brother has found a lot of friends recently. There are also groups of children. The older children know how to play and have fun, and they have undoubtedly become the leaders among the younger children.

"Let's fight?" said a big kid with a runny nose in the group of children.

The children all responded and said they were fighting and playing, except for one child.

"But, my brother said you can't fight with others." Brick held a short firewood stick given to him by others in his hand, tilted his head and opened his big black eyes and explained to the other children seriously, "

My brother said that if you close your eyes during a fight, you will go blind. What should you do if you can't see?"

As soon as Xiao Bian's objection came out, the children who wanted to fight had no idea and all looked at the older child.

The kid leader who proposed the fight sniffed and looked down at Brick, "Little Brick, if we don't fight, what do you think we should do?" The kid leader was a little dissatisfied.

Brick tilted his head and thought seriously for a moment. He glanced at the stick in his hand and said, "Shall we use the stick to write?"

Turning around, he just learned calligraphy today, and he wanted to show it off to his friends. Xiao Bian looked at his friends and said, "Let's write and play."

"I can't write." The leader of the children looked indifferent, folded his arms, and then asked the other children, "Which of you can write?"

"I can't."

"Neither can I."

"My dad seems to know how to write..."

"Your father can write, but you can't." The leader of the children retorted, and then looked at Brick, "We don't know how to write, so how about writing for fun?"

Brick scratched his head. He thought, writing is not difficult, why not just draw sticks? None of you can write.

"I can write." As he spoke, Brick took a short wooden stick and drew a line on the ground. "My brother said, this is one."

Then, Brick drew another line on the ground, "Look, this is two." Little Brick happily pointed out the words he wrote to his friends.

"Three is written like this." The younger brother drew the third line.

"Do you know how to write with hands?" The younger brother stretched out a small hand and asked the boys how to write with hands.

The friends all shook their heads and said they didn't know.

At this moment, knowledge brings a sense of accomplishment and makes my brother feel happy.

"Written like this, it's hand." The younger brother wrote a big hand character on the ground awkwardly but with clear strokes.

Children also have a comparison mentality. If the child sees that Brick can write, but he cannot, he feels embarrassed.

"It's so easy to write, I can also write." The leader of the children sniffed and looked dissatisfied.

Then, although this eldest child was very thin, he walked out with his head held high and like a big brother.

He was also holding a wooden stick. The leader of the children quickly looked at the words written on the ground by the bricks, glanced at them, and then also took a wooden stick and wrote a hand character on the ground that was uneven horizontally and vertically.

"Look, I can also write." The leader of the children looked at Xiao Bian with a very proud look.

Brick felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Writing is a very novel way for children who only play fighting and throwing stones.

The children who thought it was fun took small sticks and started drawing crookedly on the ground.

On weekdays, children run around all over the ground. Today, why are they all tinkering with something on the ground? The adults were curious and walked over to take a look.

When I took a look, I found that the children seemed to be writing on the ground, and I was amazed.

Gradually, more and more people were watching, and children from other places who were noisy also ran over, wanting to see what fun there was in so many people around.

When Li Mengxi squeezed out from the crowd of onlookers, he saw this scene. His silly brother squatted on the ground and enthusiastically taught his friends to write.

The children, holding pens, squatted on the ground and wrote and drew. One after another, they drew big and crooked characters on the ground.

The characters are all exactly the same, some are similar, some are specious, and they are all the character for "hand".

For a moment, Li Mengxi was touched.

Children, like spring flowers, like the rising sun, have an infinitely bright future.

No matter whether you teach one younger brother or teach a bunch of kids, it’s all teaching.

Li Mengxi walked over and asked with a smile, "Do you want to learn to write from me?" Li Mengxi asked with a smile on his face.

The children who were having fun drawing on the ground all looked up at Li Mengxi.

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Today, the caravan bought back a door panel.

Li Mengxi went to the carpentry camp to borrow a door panel, and Lu Li helped carry it over.

The children sat in rows one by one, arranged in several rows according to their size from small to large.

Li Mengxi was standing in front of the upright door panel. In front of him were many children. The children all looked up at him with curious eyes.

With his hands behind his back, Li Mengxi raised his head and looked at the sunset on the horizon, not knowing what he thought of.

How to teach children to write.

Although I have tried to teach my younger brother to write, the difficulty of teaching one child is different from teaching many children.

When he looked up and saw the setting sun, Li Mengxi knew what to teach the first word.

Li Mengxi's eyes gently glanced at all the children sitting below, and slowly began to talk, "It is said that our Chinese ancestors looked up at the stars, the sun and the moon, looked down at the tortoises, and the shapes of birds and beasts, and then created writing. Chinese characters were pictographs.

Everything in the world is called hieroglyphics."

"To put it simply, whatever it looks like is written in the same way."

"Come, look at me, everyone," Li Mengxi pointed to his mouth, "What do you think the mouth looks like?"

As he spoke, Li Mengxi deliberately opened his mouth and pointed at it to guide the children to observe.

"What does the mouth look like?" Li Mengxi asked again.

"Like a bowl." A lively child said.

When the child said this, the adults watching all laughed, even Li Mengxi laughed.

"Okay, look at the people next to you, see what their mouths look like, and then draw them on the ground." Li Mengxi smiled and asked the children to create their own words.
Chapter completed!