After the rooster crowed three times, there was a sound of reading in Zhou Jia Garden: "Cut the grass". At noon, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows the Chinese food on the plate is hard? "Reading, Zhou Enlai soon learned the poem by heart. But he always felt that he didn't fully understand the artistic conception in the poem: how hard is each grain?

? The next day, I came to Jiang's mother's house to play. While eating, he looked at glistening? Our rice can't wait to ask, "Mother Jiang, where did this rice come from?"

? Jiang's mother likes her curiosity very much, so she smiled and told him, "Rice is made of rice. The rice is wrapped in a hard yellow shell. It has to go through soaking seeds to accelerate germination, raising seedlings in the field, transplanting and weeding, fertilization management, pest control, harvesting and threshing until it is smashed into rice. "

? "Ah, it's not easy to eat this bowl of rice!" Zhou Enlai said in surprise.

? "Yes, I don't know how many farmers will be tired after more than ten passes. This delicious rice was watered by farmers with sweat. " Mother Jiang said with deep feelings.

Jiang's mother's inculcation not only deepened his understanding of poetry, but also encouraged him to study hard. In order to learn Chinese characters well, he not only carefully completed the homework assigned by the teacher, but also insisted on practicing 100 Chinese characters every day.

? One day, I went to visit my relatives with my mother Chen, and it was already late at night when I came back. The journey was dusty and exhausted. Young Ryan was exhausted, yawning and fighting with his eyelids, but he still kept practicing calligraphy 100 before taking a rest. When mother Chen saw this scene, she was distressed. She advised, "Write tomorrow!"

? "No, Mom, what happened that day was the same day!" Convinced his mother, Chen, to express her position quickly.

? He buried his head in a pot of cold water, and immediately drove away the sleepy, and his mind was much clearer.

? Just after writing a hundred words, mother Chen grabbed the pen and said, "Come on, go to sleep!" "

? "no!" Carefully read the Chinese character 100 in the wet ink, frowning seriously, and said, "Mom Chen, look, these two characters are crooked."

? Say, Zhou Enlai's white little hand waved a pen again, and wrote those two words three times again until he was satisfied.

Madame Curie's childhood story

A few decades ago, there was a little girl named Manya in Poland. She was very absorbed in her study. No amount of noise around can distract her.

Once, while Manya was doing her homework, her sister and classmates sang, danced and played games in front of her. Manya didn't seem to see it, so she was absorbed in reading.

My sister and classmates want to test her. They quietly set up some stools behind Manya, and whenever Manya moved, the stools would fall down. As time went by, Manya finished reading a book and the stool was still standing there.

Since then, my sister and classmates have never made fun of her, and like Manya, they concentrate on reading and study hard.

Manya became a great scientist when she grew up. She is Madame Curie.

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? The story of Edison's childhood?

When Edison was a child, he loved science and everything, so he wanted to try. Once, he saw a hen hatching eggs and asked his mother curiously, "Why is the hen lying motionless on the eggs?" ? Are you sick? "His mother told him that this is a brooding chicken, and in a few days, a chicken will come out of the eggshell." ?

? After listening to his mother, Edison felt very novel. He thought, hens can lie on eggs and hatch chicks. How do eggs become chickens? Can people lie on it? He decided to give it a try Edison brought some eggs from home and found a secluded place in his neighbor's house. He first built a nest, covered it with soft thatch, then put the eggs away and squatted on it. He wants to see with his own eyes how eggs hatch chickens. It's getting dark and Edison hasn't come home yet. The family were very anxious, so they looked for him everywhere. Looking around, I found Edison in my neighbor's backyard. I saw him sitting motionless on a grass nest with many blades of grass on his body and head. The family saw it, angry and funny, and asked him, What are you doing here? ? "I'm here to hatch eggs! The chicken is about to hatch. " ? "What eggs hatched? Come out! " Dad shouted. ? "Hens can hatch eggs. I want to see how to hatch chickens. " ? "No, no! Hurry home! " Dad lost his temper again. ?

? Mother didn't blame and make fun of him, because she knew the child's personality and smiled and said, "People's body temperature is not as high as that of chickens. You can't hatch like this. " Edison didn't hatch chickens, but he increased his knowledge through this activity. Another time, Edison saw birds flying freely in the sky, thinking, birds can fly, why can't people fly? Can you add wings to people? It suddenly occurred to him that balloons can fly into the sky without wings. How about inflating people's bodies? So I found a powder that can produce gas and let a little friend drink it to see if he can fly like a balloon. But after a while, the little friend had a stomachache, cried loudly and almost died. For this matter, dad gave him a good beating, and he couldn't tell what experiment he would do in the future. But Edison was still unconvinced and said, "How can I know if people can fly without doing experiments?"

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A pestle can be ground into a needle-it's steady.

Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, read those classics and history books when he was young. Those books are very profound. He couldn't go on reading for a while, and felt bored, so he left his book and played truant.

He wandered around and looked around. He saw an old mother sitting on a low stool on the grindstone, grinding up and down on the grindstone with a big iron bar in her hand, so absorbed that Li Bai squatted in front of her without noticing.

Li Bai didn't know what his old mother was doing, so he asked curiously, "Old mother, what are you doing?"

"sharpen the needle." The old mother didn't look up, but simply answered Li Bai, still grinding the iron bar in her hand seriously.

"sharpen the needle?" Li Bai was puzzled. What the old mother grinds in her hand is obviously a thick iron bar. How could it be a needle? Li Bai couldn't help but ask again: "Old mother, the needle is very, very small. What you are grinding is a thick iron bar!" " "

The old mother said while grinding, "I just want to grind this iron bar into tiny needles."

"What?" Li Bai has some accidents. He blurted out, "Can such a thick iron bar be ground into a needle?"

At this time, the old mother looked up at Xiao Li Bai kindly and said, "Yes, the iron bar is thick and big, and it is very difficult to grind it into a needle." But I insist on grinding every day. One day, I will grind it into a needle. Son, as long as you work hard, iron bars can be ground into needles! "

Li Bai was a very sensible child when he was young. After listening to his old mother's words, he suddenly understood a lot and thought, "Yes! You can do anything as long as you have perseverance and persist in doing it every day. The same is true of reading. Although there is something you don't understand, as long as you insist on reading more and reading every day, you will always understand. " Thought of here, Li Bai was deeply ashamed and his face was burning. So he began to run home, went back to his study, opened books he didn't understand, and continued reading.