Essay on Narrative Teaching Experience of a First-grade Chinese Teacher in Primary School

It’s really a bit sad to see a round of students bring them to graduation. I started teaching the first grade again. I got the information about the students in the class and started reading it immediately. I wanted to remember every child's name in the shortest possible time. In my opinion, this is very important. As soon as I saw the name "Xiaoyang", I was deeply impressed. Xiaoyang's surname is Li, and my mother's surname is Shao like me, and there is only one character difference between her name and my son's. What a coincidence!

The first time we met the children was at a parent-child activity before the start of school. We welcomed the children in the school foyer. I observed each child carefully. All the children were very cute. I wanted to match the name to each little face as soon as possible. A skinny little kid broke into my sight. He almost dragged his mother into the school. His face was full of excitement. When he saw me, he shouted loudly: "Hello, teacher!" It seemed that he was looking forward to school life. is a good start. I asked: "Welcome, kid! Tell the teacher, what is your name?" "Hello, teacher, my name is Li Xiaoyang." The child is very polite and speaks loudly. It seems that the kindergarten education is very good! The mother was on the side, always with a smile on her face, looking at her son with satisfaction. "Oh, I see. Your mother's surname is Shao. Just like the teacher, you must remember how to call me." "Well, hello, Teacher Shao!" When I said this, my mother and the little guy had a tacit understanding. He smiled at me, but he was a little strange about what I just said. The little guy took his mother's hand and walked to the classroom on the second floor. As he walked, he asked: "Mom, how did the teacher know that your surname is Shao?" "The teacher is amazing. She also knew that Xiaoyang wanted to go to school and wanted to do something What a good boy.”

The morning activity was very exciting. Each child had to use acrylic paint on a T-shirt with his parents to complete a parent-child outfit. After completion, we would make our own work. Wear it on your body and show off on stage. I was busy organizing everyone, working part-time as a photographer, and paying attention to each child from time to time, so I didn’t have much time to pay attention to Xiaoyang.

But he is already a little different. The child with his head turned away in the photo is Xiaoyang.