* * * After reading the picture book, what do children say about the baby? What is my baby? Wrote his own understanding:
My baby/my sweetheart
field
One day I asked my mother what your baby is.
Mom said: You are my baby!
I asked my friends again, and some of them said it was a gun; Some say it is a car; Some people say it's an airplane.
I asked my second aunt: What is your baby?
My second aunt said, food is my treasure.
I asked my father: What is your baby?
Dad said: My baby is a book.
I asked grandpa, what is a baby?
Grandpa said: The baby is learning.
Oh! I finally found it. Baby, it turns out to be something you like very much.
fortune
Medium? Wang Rong
What is my baby? Money or knowledge?
I'm going to start looking for the baby:
Is this an interesting question in math class? Or the curse in Chinese class?
Is it a nursery rhyme in English class? Or organ music,
Is it the happiness in physical education class, or our happy memories?
Am I full of energy, or food, relatives and good memories? Still friends, friendship?
Is it silver, gold, precious stones, diamonds, no, no, no, my birthday or my interesting book?
Stationery, toys, mom, dad, friends ...
What is my baby?
Ah! My favorite baby is mom!
Ah! I know, my baby is mom!
Looking for baby
Medium? Zihan Ma
On a sunny day, I packed my bags early to find my baby. I crossed a hillside and saw a deer crying, but I couldn't find its mother. I hold the deer and help it find its mother.
Finally, I found his mother on a hillside. This deer's baby is its mother. I want to know who my child is.
I looked up as I walked, and the sky was covered with dark clouds. I found a small room where a rabbit, grandpa and his granddaughter live. They had a good time.
I think Barney's child is his grandfather. Who is my baby?
It's sunny. I set foot on the road to find my baby again. It's not long before the sun goes down. I finally came home from my way back. My mother cooked a meal and waited for me. I just found out:
My baby is a mother.
My baby/my sweetheart
Zhongwang Milla
One day, my mother told me something: a colleague's daughter went to school in Zhengzhou and had a high fever, which was very serious. She didn't tell her teachers and family, and she kept her mouth shut. His grandmother knew about it when she picked him up and took her to see a doctor. The doctor said that we can't cure it here. Take her to another hospital!
When he arrived at the hospital, his grandmother finally spent a lot of money and didn't get cured. She told his mother that her mother said, Go to a big hospital quickly. When he got to the hospital, he was given oxygen and operated on. I spent a lot of money anyway. Finally, I couldn't cure it, so I had to go home. She died a few days later.
Her mother is sad, her father is sad, her family is sad, even I am sad. I know my own baby, and I'm sad because I want to …
Will my baby disappear? Will it?
Oh, on second thought, I will.
But, baby ...
They all say that treasures are gold, silver and precious stones. ...
Is it? I have questions. Baby must be precious stones, gold and jasper. .............................................................................................................................................................
No, baby, it's different. It can be delicious food, it can be relatives, and it can be beautiful memories.
Where is my baby?
Oh! My baby is: my little life.
An 8-year-old child can understand from the picture book that the baby's spiritual needs are more important than food, clothing, housing and transportation. I like you!