In the world, the development of anything is an iterative process, and sometimes it can be very repetitive, especially in children's education. Many times when you feel that your efforts are achieving great results, you will suddenly feel that the efforts and efforts in front of you seem to be useless.

After New Year's Day 2002, the temperature plummeted, and the streets were dead. After school at noon, our bike rode very slowly. "Dad, Teacher Liu asked you to go to the elementary school in the afternoon. The son's voice was not high, but in the silence, he already felt very loud.

"What's wrong with you?" my son's big eyes immediately became watery, and I said, "Don't cry, what's wrong?"

"I, I, I didn't finish my homework. His voice was too small to be heard, and that's it, the mournful trembling still sent the pitifully small voice back into his mouth.

"Old man, what kind of child has self-control, this is self-control? Where is self-control?" the wife was a little excited. Indeed, there have been too many cases of unfinished homework since my son started school! My son and I followed my wife, like a couple of people who were in trouble, all silent.

Back home, finish lunch. I said, "Rejoice, don't be afraid. No matter what happens, I won't hit you or scold you. After two classes in the afternoon, I went to Mr. Liu to understand the situation, and when I came back in the evening, we talked. ”

"Thank you, Daddy!" the son said affectionately.

In the afternoon, I went to Mr. Liu's office and saw that there was no one, so I went to the classroom.

In winter, the doors and windows of the classroom are tight, the inside is stuffy, and the air smells of water and bromine. The sunlight shines through the windows, the ground is clean, the students' desks are full of learning utensils, and the students' homework books on the lectern are piled up into several hills, and Teacher Liu is correcting homework like a hidden sniper. A young student in the front row said:

"Teacher, Wang Xile and his father are here. ”

Teacher Liu raised his head, his eyes a little red. She said, "Teacher Wang, you go to the office and sit for a while. ”

I came to the office, and Mr. Liu came after a while. She said, "Teacher Wang, your Wang Xile is too much of a headache. Not only is he more and more bold to speak in class, but he is also more and more bold not to write homework. Yesterday's homework, only half of the front was written, and the back was handed in without writing a single word. It also has your signature on it. ”

"Teacher Liu, I'm sorry, I didn't check carefully. "I'm in a hurry to accompany it.

Actually, I am very opposed to the forced discipline of children writing homework and signing them. Today, Mr. Liu once again focused on it, which made a story in "Desert Sweet Spring" suddenly appear in my mind:

A foolish thing made me realize a truth.

I have a moth cocoon that I have been hiding for almost a year. The moth's cocoon has a strange shape: a thin tube at one end and a spherical sac at the other. Similar to the thin-necked flasks in the lab. When the young moth emerges from the cocoon, it must crawl through the tiny tube from the bulbous sac, then break free and rest for a while before flapping its wings and flying through the air. The young moth is so big, and the pipe is so narrow, one has to wonder how it crawls out of it. It must have encountered many difficulties, and it took a lot of effort and effort. Biologists explain that the pupa has no wings, and that when it comes out of its cocoon, it has to go through a very hard struggle to squeeze a kind of secretion from its body into its wings, so that the wings grow and become strong and fly through the air.

One day, I happened to notice the chrysalis in the cocoon wriggling, and I patiently watched it all morning, watching it struggle and struggle, but I couldn't see any progress, and I thought to myself, it seems that there is no hope for it to come out. By noon, my patience went bankrupt. I thought I was wiser and more loving than the Creator, and I decided to help him. I picked up the small scissors and cut the cocoon a little thinner, thinking that this way it would crawl out smoothly. As expected, my moth crawled out effortlessly, but it was very bloated and its wings were surprisingly short. I waited quietly beside it, hoping to see it stretch its wings and reveal its delicate and delicate patterns. How do you know that I am so disappointed, that my hypocritical gentleness has made a great mistake! Poor worm, instead of flapping its wings and flying, it wriggles a few times and dies. Ah, it was my wisdom and compassion that ruined it! I was at a loss for what to do!

The lessons of this story are being held on the education front today. Under the pressure of the score index, teachers try their best to optimize all the teaching techniques that can be optimized, reduce the difficulty of learning knowledge for students, and achieve the lofty score goal that is linked to interests as soon as possible. But when the time comes for students to grow up and learn and assume social responsibility, the heart of learning has already died. I just think that anyone can only act as a guide for children's education, and often give empirical guidance. If you help your child find mistakes from time to time, your child will lose the ability to correct his mistakes for life. This is true of learning, and even more so of being a human being. I think so in my heart, how dare I say it.

"Sometimes, I really want to give up on Chen Zhiguang like I did with him, but I feel very uneasy inside. We all know each other, and I often meet his mother, and I don't have a place to put my face if the child can't teach me well. Teacher Liu said anxiously.

This situation is too uncomfortable, and his son has the idea of being despised by the teacher at such a young age. I don't feel good. "During this time, I think Wang Xile has made a lot of progress, and he scored 94 points in the test last time. I said it seriously.

"The last time he scored 94 was the first time he was in 90, and I praised him and gave him a little red flower. In the past few days, the old problem has been committed again. Let's talk about what it is like to score 94 in the class," Mr. Liu handed me the report book. I saw that the above article is full of strings of 100 points, and what is not enough becomes a kind of landscape. The 100 points in my eyes made me realize that it is a terrible thing for children to go to school in China, and at such a young age, as long as there are some things that they should have done, there is a possibility that they will be abandoned by their teachers......

However, Wang Xile memorized the ancient poems very well. It didn't take many days to memorize the whole book from the last few places, which is incredible. You must have a trick, right?" said Mr. Liu, somewhat unexpectedly.

"No, just a little more supervision. ”

"Yes. The result of the child's management and no matter is absolutely different, and the problem can be explained by memorizing ancient poems. "Teacher Liu kept telling me some educational principles, but I became more and more confused, I only knew that my son was in trouble in the teacher's heart.

In the evening, I asked Wang Xile what was going on with his homework. He said: "I wrote half of my work on Saturday morning, and I didn't come back in the afternoon to delay my homework, and I wanted to make up for it on Sunday when you weren't at home, but you never went out." The son cried as he spoke, repeatedly saying that he was wrong. I said, "No writing on Sundays. The stipulation is that the dead are alive. Most of the time, you have to follow the rules, but special situations can be flexible. ”

January 10, 2002 was the day of my son's final exam in the first semester of his first grade. The exam was over, and he was full of confidence. On the evening of January 13, Mr. Liu called to say that Wang Xile scored 92 points in Chinese and 71 points in mathematics, and his grades were very poor, and advised us to register for a study class for our children during the winter vacation. At that time, my son was next to the telephone, and his face was very ugly. After making the call, his wife blushed and said, "I can't say it! What is this theory, that theory, this method, that innovation, what is the result! ”

"Dad, I checked hard during the exam, and there was nothing wrong with it. The son said in disappointment.

"It's okay, there's still a chance next semester. Tomorrow I will bring back the test paper and see what the problem is?" I said.

At night, my son stopped playing and stayed there silently. The next day, I took back the test paper and opened the language, mainly because of the typos. I said, "That's good." ”

"Dad, what does Mr. Liu mean when he said that others fought for me for 6 or 5 points? ”

"Oh, that means the average score of your class in the final exam is 98, 5 points. ”

"I am stronger than Chen Zhiguang, and there are a few classmates who are not as good as me. The son's words were very simple.

"You have surpassed a few classmates this semester, and you have made a lot of progress, will you strive to surpass a few more lines next semester?"

"Okay. The son's tone has the meaning of words as the voice of the heart.

When I opened the math paper, I was a little angry. The son counted addition as subtraction and subtraction as addition on many occasions. I said angrily, "What was your brain doing during the exam?"

"Dad, I was very confident in math before the exam. I was in the 90s on the first two tests. "My son pulled out the first two math unit papers for me to read, but I had nothing to say.

Alas, the son ended the first semester of the first grade in a stumble, and compared with others, the little guy can only be described as a failure. It seems that entering the study class is an ironclad thing, and I can only silently bless him.