Good words and phrases about the game one, two, three woodchucks:
Today the teacher came into the classroom and said, "We're going to play the game of woodchucks." We were so happy.
Then the classroom was a mess. Some like monkeys jumping around in the classroom, some like 10,000-meter marathon athletes running non-stop, some like beautiful dancers do a beautiful dance moves ...... a lively scene.
"1, 2, 3, wooden man!" The teacher gave the order, the noisy classroom was silent, the students instantly became "wooden man". I swept my eyes to the left, wow! Yao Lu Chen actually made a "pig nose" action, but also slightly open mouth, like a little pig in the year of the pig said: "Good luck!" I tried to hold back my laughter.
I scanned the right side again, and yikes! Yang Tianbao was like a hunter with a one-handed gun, aiming at his prey and smiling, I guess he's a master of a hundred shots! At this point, the teacher said, "Relax!" The first round of the game was over.
Next we played two more rounds of Wooden Man, and everyone's movements and postures became more and more exaggerated, and the play became more and more energetic.
We had a lot of fun with the wooden man game, and it also built up our endurance and willpower. It was great!
Expanded:
One, Two, Three, Wooden Man Love Story:
Early Morning At 6:00 a.m. in Riverside Park, the dancing amazons had not yet come out, and thus the birds could be heard chirping. In a city that will soon be noisy, the birds are a breath of fresh air.
This short-lived pleasure is the reason that lures me to get up early every day - the sound of the wind and the birdsong can calm the mind, clear the mind, and stabilize the desires of the wild chickens that are flying around.
The wind was light as usual, and the leaves in the woods to the east, closer to the sky, had turned red.
"One, two, three, woodsman!" Not far away
"One, two, three, woodsman!" Not far away, a clear female voice came from the bushes. Morning doesn't belong to the young, who's playing games here so early? I couldn't help but look forward.
Not far away from the tree, parked a three-wheeled motorcycle converted cleaning car, blue and white body, the car butt hanging a gasoline barrel converted water canisters, canisters have a faucet at the end of a tap, the faucet hangs a red plastic bucket, the bucket with brushes, rags and steel wire ball. This is the local fence cleaners standard, their work, mainly to the river guardrail and stone steps on the "psoriasis" ads scrubbed clean.
The voice came from a chubby woman sitting in the car. I've seen countless hanging voice, but I've never seen shouting "wooden man" hanging method. I can't help but laugh: it seems that tearing psoriasis ads is really a boring job.
Just as I was about to leave, another voice came out from behind the tree: "Why is it taking so long? I can't carry on any longer, there are so many bugs in the grass that specialize in biting woodchucks!"
Before the words left my mouth, a four- or five-year-old boy rushed out from behind the tree, pounced on the cleaning truck, and flung himself into the woman's arms. The sunlight was slanting down from the canopy just ahead, and the sweat on the woman's face and the fuzz on the boy's face looked like they were gilded.
The woman's face suddenly came alive. She cupped the boy's face and said in a gentle tone, "No, you're a man, you can't even last this long!"
"But bug bites really itch!"
"Put on some cool oil and hold on! Remember, this is an important game!"
The woman took the cool oil out of her bib pocket and applied it to the child's hands and legs. She said, "Good boy, hold on just a little longer! I'll yell 'one, two, three, wooden man' and you hide behind the tree without talking or moving." The little boy was reluctant, but nodded.
"One, two, three, Woodman!" The woman shouted.
The child dashed out of her arms, like a nimble squirrel, and hid behind a tree.
"Shadow, there's a shadow out there!" The woman shouted anxiously. The small shadow behind the tree carefully retreated into the shadows of the large tree.
The woman smiled in satisfaction and said, "Not bad, great. Remember, you must not come out until I call 'three, two, one, thaw'!"
As she spoke, from the distance came an electric bike with a middle-aged woman in blue overalls like hers, who scanned the guardrail all the way over and rode this way.
She looked at the guardrail, then at the red bricks of the sidewalk and the curb, and the marble terrace wall of the flower garden, like a discerning customer picking out an expensive item, with dissatisfaction filling every muscle in her face, ready to erupt.
She swept her gaze all the way over, resting on the fat woman's face.
"You're making progress in these areas you cleaned today, but there's a leaf on the fifth step down to the river in front of you, and there's a piece of bubblegum in the second brick crack of the west flower bed, so remember to clean that up! Also, you didn't bring a doll to work, did you?" Her words were like ice bricks fresh out of the cooler, cold and hard.
The fat woman lowered her head and said: "No, I didn't bring it, last time it was Xiaobao's grandmother who was sick, I was on the morning shift, I couldn't send him to kindergarten, in fact, I couldn't wait for him to sleep for a while more, you know, kindergarten opens at 8:00, I go to work at 5:00, and the child's father is also ...... "
Behind the tree, the tiny shadow flickered slightly, as if the tree nervously sucked in a breath of cool air. The fat woman, like a soup dumpling picked up by chopsticks, tightened into a ball.
Listening to her finish, the supervisor's cold and hard tone suddenly eased: "Alas, don't say that scummy man, threw down such a good child and ran away. You are not easy, I still turn a blind eye to you? Last time, if not caught by Mr. Ma, will not fine you, the company has the company's rules.
I know you need this job, but I also need this job, if the management is not good, my job can not do, my daughter is still in her third year of college, every month waiting for me to send food expenses. So be careful, don't make it difficult for me. The needle gets through, the thread gets through, right?"
The fat woman nodded her head, the tip of her nose glistening brightly as she wondered if it was sweat or tears.
The supervisor finished, and continued to make his rounds and move on. After a long walk, the supervisor trailed off, "I'm not going to look behind that big tree, so check and see if there are any sticker ads that haven't been torn clean off!"
The fat woman nodded gratefully at her distant back. At that moment, the sun rose behind her, gilding her figure with a layer of gold.
In the distance, the stereo began to tinkle. I never thought that a square dance song could be so touching that it made you feel like shedding tears.