It is believed that family education and school education complement each other.

Family education needs to be in line with school education, and school education needs the support of family education.

Families and schools should cooperate with each other and complement each other, instead of tearing each other down, criticizing each other, and hurting each other.

The success of family education has a direct impact on the success or failure of school education. The success of homeschooling is demonstrated by the school.

However, the failure of homeschooling allows schools to turn it around, and sometimes it is really a fantasy.

Without the support of family education, no matter how lively school education is, it is an empty word.

Of course, most of the family education is healthy and warm, and of course, there are some family education problems to a greater or lesser extent.

If this problem is not solved, it will be difficult for school education to proceed smoothly. A thousand miles of embankment, collapsed in an anthill, and a few students can make a mess of the school.

The reason why Yunqiao Middle School is chaotic is not because of the twelve heroes and their close comrades-in-arms, most of the classmates are good, but everyone is in danger, and the sky is full of storms.

Because everyone has the possibility of being beaten, you are tempted to go to Liangshan as well.

"Water Margin" Lu Junyi was not forced by the imperial court, it was forced by the heroes of Liangshan, and it was very miserable, his wife was separated, and his family was ruined.

There are also Guan Sheng, Zhu Tong, Xu Ning, Hu Yanzhuo, etc., all of which were deceived by Liangshan heroes.

Parents are used to it, teachers can't control it, and the school has no choice, so the campus has become a battlefield of turbulence, fighting and killing. Throughout the month, almost every school in the city and even the country has had a student die.

The essay on the topic of "father's love" shows the problem of family education vividly. Because my father is the pillar of the family.

If a home is a sailing ship, the father is the helmsman.

"Father's love" is such a familiar topic, some are simply empty, and some can't write just a few words.

It doesn't matter if you have a child, how can you write it without father's love.

A child wrote directly on the paper: "Teacher, I don't have a father, how do you ask me to write!"

The father died of illness, and the child's psychology is not distorted, he must have abandoned his family and left with a new love.

One sentence is a poem, a poem containing his pain and grievances, helplessness and broken jars. But the teacher doesn't give points, and there is no way to give points.

Smelling the Laughter summarizes two themes, eight types.

The first theme is "lack of fatherhood", which includes five types: temptation deficit type, domestic violence type, indifferent type, lack of communication type, and emotional transfer type.

The second theme is "overly spoiled", which includes three types: the instigation defective type, the ideal shackle type, and the pampered type.

Dad was a smoker, an alcoholic, and his first impression on me was that the clouds were spitting and dancing every day.

He made the whole house foggy every day, and we spent every day in this thick smoke, which caused my mother to cough all day.

His mother often quarreled with him about this, but he could not change this bad habit, either burning his clothes or burning his bedding.

As far as I can remember, he didn't buy anything for me and spent the money on smoking.

And that's not all, he also drinks all day, at noon, at night, and even in the morning. And often bring some fox friends and dog friends to eat and drink at home, making the house smoky.

I tasted wine when I was five years old, and they cocked their thumbs and praised me for "being able to drink".

Later, I became much more interested in smoking than drinking, and I have been smoking for more than 10 years.

After going to school, I secretly smoked in school, and was found by the head teacher and severely reprimanded.

The head teacher called my father, who laughed and said, "Don't smoke, don't drink, why don't you turn a dog."

The head teacher was so angry that he cried, and his face was still red the next day.

I also know the harm of smoking, but adults also know the harm of smoking.

This is typical of a defect in seduction.

I hated my father, I hated him from the bottom of my bones, and I wanted to kill him secretly while he was asleep.

The first thing I heard when I became sensible was his scolding of my mother, and the first thing I saw was the situation of his big fist rolling down on my mother's head.

I saw him grabbing his mother's hair, dragging him from the bed to the ground, dragging him from the ground to the bed, beating her crying and screaming, and the blood from the corners of his mouth flowed.

He didn't stop, he hit hard, and scolded in his mouth: "Slut, tell you to seduce people!"

The mother cried in grief: "Beast, it's not human!"

My father burst into tears and sat at the head of the bed smoking a cigarette, and my mother hugged me and cried bitterly, and I also cried.

Once, his father beat his mother and couldn't move for a month, and his mother divorced him, but he just shouldn't.

I heard others say that her father beat her mother because of an unspeakable secret before she got married.

I hated him so much that I gritted my teeth and wanted to step out of the door and never come back.

This is typical of domestic violence.

My dad couldn't read a few words, he got up early like a cow every day, was busy with his own work, came back late, and cared little about me.

I grew up day by day, but I was estranged from him day by day, we rarely communicated with each other, looking at his awe-inspiring gaze and cold face, I swallowed back what I wanted to say, and I even suspected that I was not his biological flesh and blood.

I had extremely poor grades, I got into fights a lot, I was surfing the Internet a lot, he knew all of that, but he never disciplined me.

It is always said, "What kind of grass, what kind of seedlings, the tree is naturally straight." ”

Sometimes, I also look forward to success, and even more to that fatherly love, and whenever I watch others coquettish in his father's arms, tears can't help but flow.

Other people's dads often visit their children, but my dad doesn't set foot in school.

I really want to shout, "Daddy, when are you going to give me a father's love!"

This is the typical type of carelessness.

In my memory, the first thing I remember is my grandmother's face covered with fishnets and her hands as rough as a brush.

My parents work in Xijing and rarely come back year after year, only occasionally hearing their voices on the phone.

In my dreams, there were no parents, only grandpa's coughing and grandma's coiled back.

I remember once the homeroom teacher said: "Some students lack fatherly love. ”

My face turned red and tears flowed down the bluestone slab that had no warmth. Really, why is this subject missing from my history?

Others envy the weekend, but the weekend I am most afraid of, the feeling of being alone is really uncomfortable.

Others stand out on the night of the first school year, telling about the tenderness of their parents, showing off the new clothes they bought, and eating stuffed food with relish.

At this time, words of envy filled my ears from time to time, saliva swallowed in, and tears flowed out.

I hated my parents so much that I hated to take revenge on them.

Or run away from home and make them tired, or break the law, and the best place to meet them is inside and outside the walls.

I am afraid that the place to meet my grandfather and grandmother is inside and outside the loess.

I swear that once he is fully fledged, I will give them a taste of abandonment when they are old and helpless.

This is typical of a lack of communication.

Dear readers, can you think of the essay on domestic violence, who wrote it?