Procrastination in homework is a child's fault.

In the evening, I bluntly said: "Joy, from today, from Monday to Thursday, every night from eight to half past nine, the homework must be written in an hour and a half, and then go to bed, do you hear?"

"Hear, see, see. The son replied with a dismissive answer.

After that, I went to watch TV. After a while, I went into the study and said, "It's time." ”

"I'm not done yet. Dad, I haven't finished my homework yet!" the son said anxiously.

I tried my best to warn myself not to be soft-hearted. "I don't care, no matter how difficult it is, the homework must be done at half past nine. With that, I forced his bag away.

"Dad, tomorrow the teacher will criticize me again. ”

"I don't care about that. All I know is that you didn't finish your homework by half-past nine. ”

No matter what my son begged me, I wouldn't let him write and push him to sleep.

When I got up the next day, I saw my son waking up early and doing his homework at his desk. Seeing this scene, I firmly believe that if education cannot develop people's spiritual abilities, all efforts will be in vain sooner or later.

Three days later, my son's idle movements were significantly reduced during the scheduled time for homework. This gives me more time to laugh with my son. He always likes to "talk nonsense" about things in myths and stories, plus his imagination, and he is also willing to talk about things in the class. I feel that my son has a little bit of trust in me.

The wind blew on Friday afternoon, and it was like a gust of wind, blowing the poplar trees on campus and screaming. "Daddy," a familiar voice came into the office.

"Joy, why are you here?"

"Teacher Liu called you. The son said cautiously.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know. It could be that the homework is not good. There have been a lot of mistakes in the past few days. ”

"Got it. You go back first. ”

"No, I can't. The teacher said you have to go with me. ”

The two of us hurried to Mr. Liu's office. She unceremoniously brought her son's homework books and workbooks. "Teacher Wang, I really have a headache for Wang Xile's homework, you look at this week's homework, many places are missing, only half of the sentences are written, as little as possible, the homework is extremely messy, and the gap with other students' homework is too big. Teacher Liu said, "Wang Xile's naughtiness is the most evasive student I have ever come into contact with in my life." Even under the supervision of the teacher, the classwork is not done well. Homework has your signature every time, how can it be written like this?" Teacher Liu spoke in a very heavy tone, like talking about children and blaming parents.

The son began to cry "whine".

Wang Xile's brain turned very fast, and the teacher immediately knew where he was wrong, but he didn't change it. Teacher Liu said, "He is not good at learning, but he is a good hand at playing." After class, as soon as he is free, as long as there is a place to play, there must be him. ”

"Teacher Liu, I'm also very anxious about Wang Xile, I really bothered you. "I thanked Mr. Liu from the bottom of my heart.

"Nothing. As long as the child can improve, the teacher is willing to work hard. ”

"I know my child who is not yet comfortable with school life. It's bad now, but one day it'll catch up. Please help him more. I said it earnestly.

"That's for sure. Let's work together. Teacher Liu said.

Report. ”

"Come in. ”

"Teacher Liu, can you let Wang Xile come out to be on duty?" a quiet girl came in and said.

"Yes. ”

As soon as my son left, a teacher came in and asked Mr. Liu to play table tennis, and we ended the conversation. I saw that it was almost time to get off work, and I wanted to wait for my son to finish his duty and leave together, so I walked into the classroom of Wang Xile's class, but I didn't see my son, and the honor roll on the wall quickly entered my eyes. I looked for my son's name in the most places, a habit I had brought from kindergarten, and I ended up finding him among the least number of students. The son is only a lonely one, and he has obtained it in the column of love and labor. I suddenly understood more about my son's feelings when he ran to the middle school to tell me the good news. Everyone, even a small child, cares about what others say about themselves, even if it's a small evaluation. I have summarized the contents of this honor list, and its practical use can be summed up in one word.

I was thinking about it. The son walked into the classroom like a penguin with half a bucket of water in his hands, shaking it three times in one step, his pants wet from the splash. "Dad, I'm in our class so I can lift the bucket off the platform. The son said proudly.

I understood that my son was deliberately trying to show himself in front of his father, "You are the best in your class," and I complimented, "I remember that you are in the second group, why are you still on duty on Friday?"

"I forgot about my duty when I was out playing on Tuesday, and I was fined. ”

From my son's words, I felt a trust that I had never felt before, and I felt a different kind of happiness in my heart. "I see. The classroom belongs to everyone, and everyone is responsible for keeping it tidy. I also want to say something else, but my son said with concern: "Dad, Mr. Liu seems to be criticizing you today, are you angry?"

"Don't be angry. ”

"Why?"

"Now it's not realistic for you to do your homework independently in an hour and a half without sacrificing quality. But with a period of hard work, you can do it. What do you think?"

"I'm going to do my best. "The son also cheered for himself.

"The point is, you always like to pick here when you write homework, and although the problem of picking there has changed a lot, the situation is still relatively serious, and the time is not completely used for writing homework. I said.

"Dad, I can't control myself. ”

"This needs to be overcome with self-control. ”

"I have no self-control. The son said, "Dad, in the future, you will read next to me when I do my homework, and if I grasp something with my hands, you will hit me hard, okay?"

"Okay then," I said happily.

In the evening, my son was doing his homework while I was reading a book next to me. When he had been writing for ten minutes and his hands were up and running, "The wolf is coming. I said.

"Where is the wolf?" asked the son curiously.

"The wolf is what you hold in your hand, and it's eating your homework. ”

"Daddy, didn't you want to hit me hard?" asked the son, solemnly.

"Fighting, it won't solve anything. Remember, joy, that I will only beat you if you do something evil. Not being able to finish your homework, lack of concentration, and high or low test scores are not evil, those are the difficulties that everyone will encounter in the process of growing up, and they need to be overcome through hard work. "I deliberately said it loudly.

"Daddy, am I smart?" the son suddenly asked somehow.

"Of course it's smart. ”

"I'm smart, why can't I study well?"

"It's not bad, it's not time. ”

"When will it arrive?"

"It's coming. As long as you do your homework well every day, the day will definitely come. ”

"The teacher said that students who do not study well are stupid and not smart, and have little hope for the future. ”

My son's words raised a chord of fear about school education in China today.

"Rejoice, that's not the case. I took out the book "Non-intellectual Factors and Their Cultivation" and found a passage of literature and read: "In the 20s of the last century, American psychologists followed 1,528 children with extraordinary intelligence (these people had an average IQ of 151, and the standard for prodigies was only 139) for decades. The analysis found that the biggest difference between them was in four aspects: perseverance in completing tasks, self-confidence and initiative, prudence, and competitiveness, and they believed that non-intellectual factors played a decisive role in creative activities. ”

I read it as I explained, five or six times in a row.

"Dad, is that really the case?" the son asked.

"Don't you believe it?" I said, "this is a book written by a professor, and you see if the word professor is written on the back of the author." ”

"I don't know. ”

"Chacha Pinyin. ”

"It's the professor. ”

"Is the professor high, or is your teacher high?" I asked.

"Professor Gao. ”

"Who do you believe?"

"Trust the professor. ”

"Do you think you have hope?"

"Yes. ”

"Not that there is, but that there must be. I said.

Utilitarian education, where the score is equal to the teacher's treatment. In this way, teachers will naturally dedicate most of their love to a small number of intelligent children who are born with high motivation to learn and prepare early, but basic education is the foundation of social progress, and its focus should be on those students who are unwilling to learn, unprepared, and incapable, who are the main body of our society.

As soon as my son relaxed, his homework became faster. It took him more than an hour to finish his homework and bring it to me to sign. I said, "Do you use a check?"

"No, I don't. ”

"Don't let the teacher call me for another training tomorrow. ”

"No way. ”

After signing the letter, my son couldn't wait for me to continue to tell the story of "Water Margin". I said where was the last time I talked about it?

"Lu Zhishen, upside down weeping willows. He said.

"Please repeat the end of the story. ”

“…… End of retelling...... Quite right, the following story begins. The son said in a Mickey Mouse-like voice......

When telling a story, I set a rule for my son, he must remember the end of the story, and if he can't repeat the story during the storytelling, tell it on the other day. This inadvertently enhances his ability to improvise.

The next day was Saturday. It was almost eleven o'clock in the morning and I saw my son lying in bed, and I said him unceremoniously. "Dad, I'm not lying in bed but thinking about it. The son said.

"What questions do you think?"

"I don't think Saturday and Sunday are the most unreasonable schedules. ”

"How unreasonable?"

"Dad, don't you often say that you support me to play, but it is unreasonable to arrange the homework time between two and three and a half. ”

"Which two?"

"One is to go out at noon, and finally find a child, and before he has a taste, he goes home to write his homework; the second is to finish his homework at three o'clock and go out to play, when all the children go to the study class, and no one can find it. I went out to play but didn't play, which means I didn't play. ”

My son can think about problems, and his analysis makes sense. I said happily, "So what do you say?"

"I think I should change the time to 4 to 5:30 in the afternoon. ”

"Why?"

"First, I can have fun when I go out at noon, and second, the children are in the study class from four to five o'clock, and I can feel at ease when I come back to write my homework, and when I finish my homework, the children can find someone to play again, I think this arrangement is the most reasonable. ”

"I think it's reasonable, too. I said, "But can you come back when it's time to do your homework?"

"Yes. ”

"Then do as you say. ”

As soon as my voice fell, my son hurriedly got up, got dressed, and went out to play after lunch. It wasn't until 3:40 p.m. that I began to worry about my son, because my wife said that Wang Xile would definitely not come back and I said yes. For this, we also made a special bet. This bet feels that whether the self-control education of the son during this period can win the trust of the wife depends on this time. I eagerly await the appearance of that beloved little life.

Time flew by, and it was 3:55 in the blink of an eye. "Well, you've lost your theory again!" said his wife mockingly.

"I said I was back at four o'clock, five minutes away. I still have 10 minutes to prepare for class. "I tried to do everything I could.

"Look, look, there's no one you don't cheat. Prepare for an hour and your son won't come back. who does not know their children. My wife sat comfortably on the sofa knitting her sweater, while I looked at my watch and rubbed the sweat from my palms, feeling really anxious. "What are you laughing at?" my wife's laughter caught my attention.

"Laugh at you!"

"What's so funny about me?"

"There's so much to laugh about. The wife said, "Aren't you in a hurry?"

The hour hand points to four o'clock. My wife got up and walked out of the house with me, and she said, "Husband, what is the result, let's lose!" I felt that I was going to fail, but I said, "What's the hurry, there are still ten minutes to prepare." ”

The wife smiled.

Ten minutes is too useless. I regret that I shouldn't have made a bet with my wife just now, after all, children's behavioral education has just begun, and it is impossible to achieve results in one or two years. I made the mistake of rushing for quick success. The gamble has already been played, and if you lose, you will lose! It's a big deal to honestly do more housework.

"Throw in the towel, it's 10:10 a.m. The wife said. I reluctantly turned around and prepared to enter the house, when one foot just stepped into the threshold, "Ah, my son is back." My wife exclaimed, and I turned around sharply, and the stone in my heart fell to the ground. One of the cutest lifeforms in the world appeared on the other side of the alley. My son panted and ran up to me and said, "Dad, I'm coming back late." ”

It doesn't matter what the son says. I excitedly stepped forward and hugged him and said, "A child with self-control like you has no difficulties that cannot be overcome. Really, there is no difficulty that you can't overcome. ”

When I calmed down, I asked, "How do you know it's late without a watch?"

"I was playing in the office compound of the salt works, and when I looked at the big clock upstairs, I knew it was late. If I had to go around in a big circle from the road, it would be even later. So, I flipped over the wall of the office compound. ”

"That wall is very high, how did you get up there?" I was taken aback.

"If you go straight up, you won't be able to go up. I went up in a roundabout way. ”

"Roundabout, how roundabout?"

"I first used the steps at the corner of the office building to kick up the gas pipe, and then I walked a long way along the heating pipe to the wall. Standing on the heating pipe is much easier and less strenuous. ”

"And how did you get down?"

"There's a thin pole on this side of the wall, and I slid it down. ”

"It's too dangerous. I said worriedly.

"It's fine. The son said confidently.

"Don't do that again. Hurry up and do your homework. ”

My son was quite attentive to his homework this time. After a while, I finished my language homework, and he said to me to sign it and ran out to play again.

Immediately after that, Sunday. My son didn't come back until 4:30 p.m., and I still praised him for his self-control. He finished his math homework and ran away as soon as the time was up.

In the following week, my son made progress in his homework under the supervision of my "wolf". This is what Mr. Liu told me that day.

First Saturday in December. Early in the morning, my son came running over and got into my bed. I asked him why he hadn't slept today. Instead of answering my question, my son said that the study plan he had made last week was not reasonable. I said, "Why is it unreasonable? That's what you decide." ”

"Dad, there's only one Sunday a week, right?"

"Yes. ”

"If Sunday is wasted, do you think it's a pity?"

"It's a pity. ”

"It's a pity. Every week, only on Sunday afternoon, the children do not go to the study class, but I still come back to do homework, so the study plan is very unreasonable. ”

"So what do you say you should do?"

"I don't want to sleep on Saturday morning, get up early to write part of my homework, and then write part of it at 4 p.m., so that I can play all day on Sunday. How happy. Dad, do you think my new plan is more reasonable than the previous one?"

"Of course it is. Can you do it?"

"Yes. Absolutely. ”

"Good. However, I will make it clear that from now on Sundays you are not allowed to write a single word. ”

"Long live Daddy, long live Daddy!" my son cried out and crawled out of my bed.