What is the main content of "the teacher leads the door"

The article says that tian teacher, who taught him Chinese since childhood, has a good eloquence and a good writing style. Every time tian teacher gives a lecture, he has to interpret a fascinating story, which cultivates his rich imagination and leads him to the road of literary creation. "Leading into the door" is not only to lead students into the palace of literature and art, but also to create a broad learning space for students.

"The Teacher Leads the Door" is the first text in Unit 2, Book 6 of six-year primary school Chinese. It is an aesthetic and emotional reading text. The author is Liu Shaotang, a writer who was praised as a "prodigy" in China literature in the early 1950s. His works have a strong local flavor and the language is fresh and simple.

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The original text of "The Teacher Leads the Door"

1942 During the Spring Festival in the first month, I was under 6 years old and went to primary school in a neighboring village.

This primary school is located in the back hall of Guandi Temple. Only one teacher teaches four grades. Four grades, 1 class. The teacher's surname is Tian, and he was born in a private school. He started his teaching career at the age of 17. He is eloquent and writes well.

On the first day of school, we bowed and lined up to enter the classroom. Tian teacher first gave classes to the second and fourth grade students, and asked the third grade students to draw red with the little hands of the first grade students. There is a little poem on red paper: when you go to two or three miles, there are four or five smoke villages. The pavilions are six or seven, and the flowers bloom in eighty or ninety.

Tian teacher teaches first grade. He first read the poem, strung it together and told it, and then made up a story: it was beautiful. I still remember, the main idea of this story is:

A child, holding his mother's skirt, went to grandma's house and walked two or three miles in one breath. Passing through a small village, there are only four or five families, who are cooking lunch and smoking. Tired of walking, the girls saw six or seven pavilions on the roadside, so they went into a pavilion to rest. Outside the pavilion, the flowers are blooming, and the children like them more and more. They pointed out their fingers and said, "... eight, nine, ten. "

He wanted to break a branch, put it on his ear, and dress himself up as little XiShen. He was just about to start work when his mother stopped him and said, "If you fold one, he will fold one, so that people who rest behind can't see the scenery." The child drew back his hand after listening to his mother. Later, these eight, nine and ten flowers opened more and more, and the number was countless. This place has turned into a big garden.

I was fascinated by it as if I were there. Tian teacher's words came to an abrupt end, and I was still in a daze. I didn't wake up until my brother stabbed me.

The language at that time was Mandarin. Tian teacher always makes up a fascinating story in every class. After studying under tian teacher for four years, I have heard thousands of stories, just like spring rain.

This year, I went back to my hometown and met my teacher by the village. He walks on crutches. I still salute him respectfully like a first-grade pupil 40 years ago. Talking about the past, I am deeply grateful to him for sowing the seeds of literature in my young mind. The old man shook his head and said, "It was just an accident."

Three generations of gentlemen. How can I forget my kindness?