On October 2nd, at about eight o'clock in the evening, I saw Wang Xile running into the courtyard gate from the window, muttering in my heart why I went home so early today. As soon as Wang Xile entered the house and saw me, he happily jumped and gestured, and said, "Dad, that American is a head taller than you." ”

"Americans. What's going on?" I said.

"Six or seven of us kids were playing game cards at the Silver Lake Hotel. I heard a man talking to us, and when I looked up, I was startled by a tall foreigner standing next to us. He said, "Who of you kids can stand up and introduce yourself?" I instinctively stood up and said that I was Chinese, a fourth-grade elementary school student. The foreigner said 'OK'. I asked him, "Can you tell us about yourself?" The foreigner said he was an American, his name was Russell, and he had come to Gillantai to investigate. And he asked us what we were doing, and I said we were playing game cards. Speaking of which, a strange uncle came over, and he said that he was the interpreter of the American, and that he was so bold in English, and then we said goodbye to each other, and he went into the hotel with the American. The son finished his sentence in one breath.

"I can understand English! I can understand English!" The son happily jumped around the ground. After jumping, he said puzzledly: "Dad, after the American left, the classmates who played with me were all studying in the English class, and they all said that I was too bold and dared to talk to foreigners." I said I don't understand what is going on, and after hearing the tall foreigner speak, I stood up and answered without thinking, Dad, what do you say?"

"Joy, just because you didn't go to an English class doesn't mean you don't learn English. Don't you go crazy with English tapes every day? What you can understand today is probably the same everyday phrase as it was on an English tape. ”

On October 3, his wife took Wang Xile on a trip. It's time for class on the eighth, and they haven't come back yet. I went to school and asked him for leave. Teacher Liu said again that Wang Xile had changed too much, and asked me what good methods I used. Actually, I really don't have much to do, but to obey the laws of nature, give the child the freedom that should be given to the child, and leave the responsibility of guiding and establishing the rules to the parents, who are only responsible for the 1% of the child's growth and spirituality. ”

"What is the 1% of things related to spirituality?" asked Teacher Liu.

"Teacher Liu, to be honest, in the past few years, I haven't taught Wang Xile to recognize a word at home, and I haven't helped him solve a problem. We tolerate failure, and it is countless failures, parents only use the positive 1% of the spirit to promote the physical and mental development of their children, and then promote the balance of the brain's nerve function, and understand good and evil. ”

"Your Wang Xile gives me the feeling that no one seems to have taken care of it in the past few years. Teacher Liu said.

"It's not that no one cares, it's just that the way it's managed is different. I think that adults interfere too much in children's affairs, and the worse their self-control is, the more obvious the problem will be the older they get. ”

This conversation with Ms. Liu was pleasant, and I felt from her eyes that she began to accept this "free" child from her heart.

On October 9th, the wife and the family returned from their trip. Wang Xile got the fishing rod he wanted on this trip. On Saturday, he dragged me out fishing, and after that he wrote in his essay:

I went out on a trip on National Day, and I finally got the long-awaited fishing rod.

At noon on Saturday, I ate a few bites of food, and then I took my father and ran to the small lake not far from home, thinking about the beautiful scenery of one hook and one hook.

Come to the lake. There are a lot of people fishing. Dad loaded the rod for me and hooked the bait, and then I carefully put the fish into the water. Time passed slowly, and I saw that others had caught a fish, but my own fish drifted motionless.

I was not reconciled, and when I saw who had hooked the fish, I took the rod and moved over. No matter how you change places, the fish just won't eat my hook. At this time, I remembered the "story of the kitten fishing" and immediately understood the mistake I had made, so I moved two bricks to the distance as a stool according to the story, and learned from the adults to sit down quietly.

Minute by minute. My fish drift really started to move, but every time I lifted the rod, the fish ate up the food. An hour passed, and my dad tried many times for me, but I didn't catch a single fish. Eventually, I got angry, and as long as I floated, I lifted it violently, but the fish still couldn't catch it. I thought of the cat mother in "Kitten Fishing" again, and then I tried to settle down again.

The sun was about to set, and suddenly, my fish float moved up and down, and the fish float "swished" and sank into the water. I was overjoyed, and when I mentioned the evils, I saw a fish fly out of the water, and then "plop" and fall into the water again. The hope that I had so hard to see in the afternoon was dashed, and my tears welled up.

I gambled and persevered until the sun went down, and then I reluctantly left the lake with my father. On the way home, I kept thinking: I did what the story says, why can't I catch a fish?

I've heard a lot of stories about fishing before, and they all say that as long as you put in the effort and will, you will get something, and it seems that there are also things in the stories that are not true.

From this essay, I see that the child's mind is transferred from the virtual to the real, and there is no other way than to experience life.