What is a non-fish party?
Preface to riding a horse
200 1 1 14 in the morning, I shook my hand and took a tight packet from the nurse. The little guy who just ordered eye drops looked at the first man he met in this world-his father with shining and confused eyes.
I held him tightly in my arms and touched his little face with my lips, but my nose was sour.
The child cried, the child smiled, the child waved and kicked, and grew up day by day, but I haven't named him yet. What's your name? I racked my brains and thought hard for almost half a year, and finally decided: repair.
My wish is very simple, that is, cultivate one's morality and cultivate one's sexuality, and get together.
Every mom and dad want their children to be as healthy and strong as the flowers in the garden, but they can be repaired but they are weak and sick from childhood. Rhinitis, tracheitis and adenoid hypertrophy make me breathless when I sleep. Surgery should be done twice before the first grade, and pills should be stopped all the year round.
Maybe the name given to my son is not nice. His body is like a poor quality machine. It is always out of order, so it is always being repaired. ...
In addition to physical problems, meditation also has a headache: slow movement. He has no enthusiasm for doing anything with all his might. Whether eating, doing homework or all other questions, his response is very slow, from one meal to one or two hours, to the second and third grades of primary school, he often does homework until twelve o'clock, and when he takes the exam, he can't finish the paper.
I tried many methods, telling stories and making sense, my mouth was thirsty, my belt was thrown and my heart was broken ... I tried many methods, but my son still went his own way. Every day, his mind is full of distractions, and he treats everything as slowly as a snail.
In other respects, the son is actually very good. My grades are not bad, I am polite, reasonable, eloquent, considerate and pleasant, and I never make trouble, especially good at interpersonal relationships. He will bring me a glass of water after I scold him, kiss my face and say good night, which makes me very passive.
Education is really a serious, difficult and lasting subject!
Sometimes I wonder, is it because life is so good now that children have learned endless dependence and can't understand that everything needs to be faced by themselves?
Once riding on the Sichuan-Tibet line, the most common thing children said around me was: Do you have a pencil? In the depths of Liangshan where children are rushing with a large number of cattle and sheep in the morning and evening, in the mountainous area of Guizhou, a few-year-old girl is picking ripe marigold for her grandfather in the field under the scorching sun ... The children of poor families have long been in charge, because those children have long understood that they have to face their own destiny and know what responsibility is.
It is impossible for a son to herd sheep and mow the grass. These things will only be regarded by him as an interesting game. What he needs is a real experience of difficulties, pressure, shame and honor.
Last August, that night in Lulang, I looked at the faint Milky Way and the bright stars in the sky. I think maybe it's time for my son to experience those hardships and ride with Feng Ling.
In order to exercise and repair my physical and personality weaknesses, I will go to Lhasa with him for a rehabilitation practice.
Is a very touching father!
Thank you. Happy New Year!