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申爸终于开语文小作坊啦，普天同庆，撒花撒花！本楼留着补看课件时的感想，下面接着发反馈作业。B-沪眉豆妈0706女九
2022年2月6日反馈我总怀疑眉豆是有“不过脑子”的现象的，因为她确认的速度非常非常快。而且比如昨天捋化学，有很多页她是刷刷刷翻出去的，我说你要一题一题确认啊！她就说：“这些题其实都一样，会做一题就会做所有，而且我都做对了，再也不会错。就不需要一题一题看。”另外，她之前记录数学作业时，也非常得意的说过，错题只要老师讲过一次，她订正了，如果出原题，她就不会错，因为都“记住答案”了我再问题目要是变化一下呢？她说那就玄了。
而且我又分析了一下眉豆的作业、一模往年真题卷和期末一模成绩之间的关系，她的作业正确率比一模成绩高，一模往年真题卷和一模成绩几乎一致。
2021年6月26日反馈
第一次作业是背课文，归有光的《项脊轩志》第一段
读了两遍原文，一遍译文，拜读了多本天书所赐，能顺利流畅读下来。但记是记不住的。我接着一字一句对应着看吧。看完觉得硬背太无聊了，所以试图从梳理文章脉络着手。 现在脱离原文，开始凭刚才读了2遍，听了5遍的印象，不看原文，写作者都是怎么描写他的小屋子的：
先是大概说了屋子的名称、大小、来历。然后由来历的年代久远，引出屋子的老旧，用漏雨漏得要经常移桌案，过了中午就没光线来说明。屋子太旧了，所以作者想修一修。他先开了4扇窗增加光照，又利用围墙返照日光来补充。
还种了好多花，环境好啦，他就可以在屋子里得得瑟瑟的看书、唱歌、打坐……
还干嘛来着我记不得了，然后这个屋子就静得不得了，小鸟都敢随意在台阶上找吃的了，加上月光桂影的衬托，嗯，美的我都想这么去修自己家的老房子啦……
好了，我再去看看原文。
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本中年妇女早上没背下来，后来忙语文小作坊的事，忙得不亦乐乎，再回头看文字，呵呵哒，早上记住的几句都忘了
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后面几句我都会背了，现在开头结尾都搞定，就差中间的。那个唱歌打坐太难背了
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在地铁上跟妈妈们乐不可支的一起背，背得可开心了，乐极必定生悲：
哈妈: @沪-眉豆妈0706女八 偃仰啸歌，冥然兀坐
果妈: 一个人独处如果给他一个手机和微信的话..
茗茗妈: 他就拥有了全世界
眉豆妈: 她就坐过站了
果妈: @沪-眉豆妈0706女八 哈哈哈哈哈
茗茗妈: 又坐过站了
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我先去背书了，学渣伤不起，两天了，第一段还没背下来意思我都懂，先后顺序也明白，就是让我用原文背出来，我就漏字多字或者颠倒字。或者，我要像哈哈学习，先去摸颗鱼油吞下去？其实我是想全部背出来再切换到微信，看一眼群里都什么动静的。
结果才大声朗读了三遍，刚有点感觉，手机提示有一条新的群消息，我就忙不迭的切过去看了。
终于会背了，撒花！！
嗯，不知道大家有没有跟我一样的情形的：不管什么时候想捋，都非得要从第一句第一个字开始，才能进行下去。然后还没推进两三个字，注意力就又涣散了。到现在，我也只捋到那个“者”。后面不要说字形，连是那几个字都忘了，得再读读背背，加以巩固。 终于，申爸说A班B班可以去孩子那里做啦，第一天的任务是让妈妈找一篇孩子已经背过、会背的古文，让孩子缓慢匀速的背下来。
这个简单，正好眉豆暑假也有背古文的任务，我找了一堆音频，先给眉豆听，找找这种缓慢匀速是什么感觉，计有：
大申背出师表（5分钟）
两段习大大讲话两段（加起来5分钟）
张瞳朗诵《济南的冬天》（6分钟）
李野默朗诵《静静的顿河》（只给她听了5分钟）
路英朗诵《离骚》（30分钟）
以上加起来一共56分钟。
然后让她挑篇古文背，她先背了一遍九年级课文《岳阳楼记》，感觉还是快，第二遍的时候控制得好了点。然后又背了一遍八年级的《桃花源记》，已经有点那个感觉了，特别顺利的第一天，鼓掌！
今天总计在古文上耗时66分钟。哦，备注，八年级古文，以及部分九年级古文，都是伴听过好多遍的。 今天继续是顺利的一天，早上眉豆跑完步，读完语文、英文、化学各科要求读背的内容，就开始背《岳阳楼记》，用时3分32秒。然后说再背一篇八年级的古文吧，挑了篇《鱼我所欲也》用时2分24秒，字句停顿的感觉比岳阳楼还好，就把这段发群里了。
下午跳完舞回来，她突然说找到慢慢背的感觉了，想再背一遍《岳阳楼记》，于是就背诵录音，我看了眼时长，4分30秒。
B-沪眉豆妈0706女九
7月5日反馈
孩子：今天非常顺利的慢速朗读了两篇九下古文，醉翁亭记、曹刿论战，读完又去找了左传出来，把周郑交质，还有一篇啥也给读了，用时大概10分钟。
妈妈：终于会背第二段了，泪目，这次没想着偷懒，也没侥幸心理，先是听了好几遍任志宏的音频，全文听，发现高中课文原来是节选的呀。然后再读就很流畅，没有出现读错音或者卡壳的情形。继续慢慢地读了大概6遍，感觉自己会背了，就开始录音，但是事实证明自己又一次高估了自己，到先妣尝一至就卡壳了。默默地再从头读了3遍，能背出来，但是有不少错字，又把有错字的那几句，一句一句的读，读一遍背一遍，终于能全部背下来了。没统计听音频花了多久，从开始读到会背，一共花了30分钟。 B-沪眉豆妈0706女九
7月5日反馈
眉豆那里没啥好说的，继续慢慢地读她的古文，会背的就背。
我自己呢，正式开始捋字，拿着手机刷觉得太累，转移到电脑上，一下下按鼠标也太累，所以懒人如我，就做了个自动播放的ppt版。
申爸不是说“只问耕耘，不问收获”嘛，笨鸟如我，打算每小时自动播放3遍走起，看看一天下来，会有什么效果。
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7月6日反馈当天没写，事后补记录就是这点麻烦，想不起来这天干了啥了，只好空着。
B-沪眉豆妈0706女九
7月7日反馈
给眉豆听了大申陈述《出师表》的音频，她听得特别高兴，兴奋于在音频里听到的大申醒鼻涕的声音，还跑来跟我汇报：妈妈妈妈，大申也跟我一样，在空调房间里吹感冒了。
然后很顺利把《岳阳楼记》的字义都捋了一遍，捋完几乎倒头就睡。
B-沪眉豆妈0706女九
7月8日反馈
汇报一下，昨晚眉豆把《岳阳楼记》给默下来了，说是照着自己脑子里的课文默的，我让她大概描述了一下那张纸是什么样的。她说跟教材上的课文一样，中间课文部分非常清晰，旁边非课文部分比较模糊，就跟忘了戴眼镜时看东西一样。然后整张纸是白色的，字是黑色的，她自己用笔划的线是彩色的。大概就是这样的：
默写的是这样的：
边默还边大声背，非常高兴的样子。
我没有特意训练过眉豆这种脑中成像的能力，但是小时候给她做盲算，她记不住我报的式子，会让她先在脑子里放个小黑板，然后把式子写在黑板上。。然后有些是计算的时候需要列竖式的，我也会说你在脑子里的小黑板上写竖式看看？过程中我也没怎么问过她写上了没。后来口述心算的时候，申爸说可以用文字题来让孩子们在头脑中转换成图形，我也就这么让眉豆干。。不过也没想过要测试她，她说能画成图，那就能画。。
B-沪眉豆妈0706女九
2021年7月9日反馈
今天我在家的时候眉豆要做暑假作业，等她开始陈述了，我又出门办事去了，所以没陪她捋字义。据她说是自己把《醉翁亭记》给捋完了，因为每人给她翻字典，所以有些不确定的字就含糊过去了。也因为《醉翁亭记》文字比《岳阳楼记》简单易懂，所以她只花了半小时就完成了。我到家后，她又给我说了说这两篇文章的差异。说《岳阳楼记》比较官样文章，《醉翁亭记》就家常许多。然后我们俩又扯了一段楼和亭的区别，顺便看了一下这篇科普文： B-沪眉豆妈0706女九
2021年7月10日反馈
陈述了《孟子二章》
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2021年7月11日反馈
拆字陈述《孟子二章》 B-沪眉豆妈0706女九
2021年7月13日反馈今天拆繁体，很顺利，自己说更喜欢拆繁体，因为繁体有很多声旁。我看她一点都不烧脑，就让她把字义也加进去一起拆了。
B-沪眉豆妈0706女九
2021年7月13日反馈
摘录一段去年实操训诂时的记录：
眉豆昨天其实就没做训诂，一天都在那看书了，今天正式开始，先训三峡。
她张口就来：三：量词；峡：峡谷；郦：姓氏；道：道理；元：元不知道了，那就翻字典，常用汉字意义源流字典里，元字一共有8个义项，分别是人头、为首的、开始的、主要的、要素、构成整体的一部分、朝代名、货币单位。。她觉得没一个义项是适合用作人名的。
那就接着看古汉语常用字字典，这里元字一共有5个义项，头、开始、善、大、朝代名。。嗯，善字好，父母都希望孩子善嘛。。那道就不能释作道理了，否则道元=道理善？
再回过头去翻道的义项，古汉语里有10个，1路，2规律、道理，3指道家，道教，4主张，思想，学说，5从、由，6说，讲，7引导，8疏导，9量词，10古代行政区划名。
常用汉字里有15个，1路，2水流通过的途径，3途径方法规律，4学术的或宗教的思想体系，5道德，6指道家，7指道教或道士，8指某些反动迷信组织，9技艺，10用言语表示，11说，12以为，13量，这里又有3个义项，我懒得打字了，你们有书的去查原文。14线条，15我国历史上行政区域的名称。
她反来复去的想，最后说，道的义项用从、由，元的义项还是用善，妈妈给他取这个名字，是希望他从善
接下来就不愿意每一个都查字典了，只凭着自己的印象一个个述过去。等她述完全篇，我再认真的跟她说：很好，初中文言文做到这个程度就已经没问题了，但是花果山的孩子，有能力往更高处走。你接下来，再做一遍，跟刚才训道和元一样，把每一个字的义项，都从工具书中找出来，然后一个个加以分辨，哪个义项放在整句或整篇中，最符合作者想要表达的意思。习惯于看到字，就去琢磨它的义项都有哪些，用在这里有什么意义，那你这个能力，就又是一个天顶星级别的了
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闽-同妈0709男八：那可否理解为，不止是那些同一个字有多种解释的情况，如果其他的字，孩子经过揣摩，主观地认为自己的解释更好，那就可以按孩子自己认为好的来解释，这才是“以我为主”的好的陈述？
沪-眉豆妈0706女九：对呀。
闽-同妈0709男八：所以并不需要孩子去背诵教程上的注释，只要孩子真的理解了文章意思，他按自己的理解在陈述古文，就可以了？眉豆妈分享的记录太棒了，感觉这才稍微明白了一点实操的本意。
沪-眉豆妈0706女九：是的，咱们一路伴听史记过来的孩子，拿任意一篇课本上的文言文，都知道讲的是什么意思，对吧？他都“理解”，也就是大概知道作者的“所指”是什么……无非就是每一个字的各个义项还掌握得不够准确、全面……那么让他自己这么捋一遍，可不比死记硬背强……
学校只教常用的，要考的……就跟孩子初学拖地一样，只拖房子中间那一大块空地。。咱们呢，把所有犄角旮旯都给拖一遍，上面有家具的有杂物的移开，仔仔细细的拖……
以前申爸常引用的一句：“国手虽漫应，一招存一机”，我很喜欢，然后就去找原文看。
原文是元好问写的，收在他的《遗山集》里，全文不长，我摘过来给大家看：
与张仲杰郎中论文
文章出苦心，谁以苦心为。
正有苦心人，举世㡬人知。
工文与工诗，大似国手碁。
国手虽漫应，一著存一机。
不从著著看，何异管中窥。
文须字字作，亦要字字读。
咀嚼有馀味，百过良未足。
功夫到方圆，言语通眷属。
只许旷与䕫，闻弦知雅曲。
今人诵文字，十行夸一目。
阏颤失香臭，瞀视纷红緑。
毫厘不相照，觌面楚与蜀。
莫讶荆山前，时闻刖人哭。
B-沪眉豆妈0706女九
2021年7月14日反馈
今天按申爸的任务，让眉豆看了3篇关于词性的小文，然后做了练习。
2021年7月30日实操反馈
又是好久没写反馈啦，只顾着在群里灌水。
嗯，简单回顾一个七月份都做了些啥：
1、暑假作业里正好有老师布置的语文复习任务，比如像今天的《马说》：
今天我们要复习的是《马说》，需要背默原文，掌握阅读指南，翻译和完成练习。重点背会划线注释，关注这篇说理文中比喻说理的方式（文中的伯乐，千里马，饲马者分别比喻什么？）以及通过（虚词、语助词、感叹词、连接词）体会作者的情感细微变化；理解本文与孙杨的伯乐相马有何不同？作者要表达的是什么？
这些任务，我都让眉豆口述一遍，再动笔写。能说几条线是几条。基本都挺顺利。
2、陈述数学课本上的习题
从申爸布置任务那天起，她大概花了2天时间，就把七、八年级（六年级死活不肯述，说实在太简单了）的习题都述完了，没有中间过程的直接说答案，觉得太简单的只在脑子里想一想。
3、从8月份开始，我打算试着让她捋数学一模卷，先做一张，再口述一遍，然后再在脑子里捋，捋清楚了，再给我说。 2021年8月2日实操反馈
原本约定好8月1日开始做一模卷，捋卷子的，因为正好碰上这个周日不跳舞，眉豆就要求推迟到周一再开始，周日下午休息。那就休息呗。今天刚要开始做呢，她又发现9年级还有部分章节是上学期老师教过的，属于申爸说的要陈述的内容，嗯，又把捋卷子给推后啦。。花了3小时把9年级数学陈述完，整个过程跟七八年级差不多流畅、顺利。只不过中间还时不时的要考考我听懂了没，让我也述一述说答案，让本学渣SSFD。。 2021年8月4日记录一个跟语文实操无关的。
话说眉豆刚才玩完了“我的世界”的结尾，嗯，虽然这是个开放式的游戏，但它仍然有结尾……
看到了Julian Gough留下的那个”End Poem“，跑过来抱着我痛哭了一场。。
原因是被感动到了。
她说：“跟27（一个动画片里的人物）一样，玩这个游戏的玩家，是被游戏里的大宇宙意志所期待着而诞生的，被人所期待，被人所希望，而自己的成长又能给他人带来希望，瞬间就戳中了她的泪点。”
然后我告诉她，她也同样是包括爸妈所在的亲人的期待中而诞生的，而现在，又被花果山很多热爱教育的妈妈所希望着……
她边哭边说，以后遇到困难，再也不软弱，再也不退缩了。
我在群里记录好以上，她过来要求看，边看边吐槽：“妈妈，有人说过你写的很像八股式作文吗？……”
是时，眉豆14周岁零1个月19天
摘录前面提到的“End Poem"在此：
I see the player you mean.
?
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
What did this player dream?
This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the §f§k§a§b§3, and created a §f§k§a§b§3 for §f§k§a§b§3, in the §f§k§a§b§3.
It can not read that thought.
No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We can not interfere.
Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
It reads our thoughts.
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely §f§k§a§b§2 and §f§k§a§b§2, I wish to tell them that they are §f§k§a§b§2 in the §f§k§a§b§2. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
And yet they play the game.
But it would be so easy to tell them...
Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
I will not tell the player how to live.
The player is growing restless.
I will tell the player a story.
But not the truth.
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
Give it a body, again.
Yes. Player...
Use its name.
. Player of games.
Good.
Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a player.
The player was you, .
Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
Let's go back.
The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
Let's go further back.
The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...
Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".
Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".
Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.
You are the player, reading words...
Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive.
You. You. You are alive.
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees.
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again.
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream.
and the universe said I love you.
and the universe said you have played the game well.
and the universe said everything you need is within you.
and the universe said you are stronger than you know.
and the universe said you are the daylight.
and the universe said you are the night.
and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you.
and the universe said the light you seek is within you.
and the universe said you are not alone.
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing.
and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
You are the player.
Wake up.
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