Due to some accidents, his wife helped the primary school as a financial cashier during this time. That day, she came back from elementary school and told me that her son had indeed improved. Chinese and mathematics have rushed to the front, and they have great potential. Teacher Liu said that his son's IQ seems to be quite high, but he lacks perseverance and the attitude of striving for perfection, and everything he does is three minutes of heat. I said, "I don't care about all that as an adult." What I am most concerned about is whether Wang Xile will be able to complete the one-hour study plan every day without any supervision until he is 12 years old. If a person does not have the ability to complete the plan, all good things are short-lived. ”

"Doesn't my son now go to do his homework as soon as it's time to do it?"

"Nope. My son is now so close to the real completion of the plan that he doesn't even stick to the edges. ”

"Why?"

Because of his son, he still needs the supervision, guidance, reasoning, and encouragement of others to get things done to the end. When he doesn't need to be supervised by others that day and can do specific things by himself, no matter how good or bad his studies are in this life, his life will definitely be relatively smooth. Just like his father - indisputable. ”

"Blow, you blow!" said the wife, "but your goal is not low. ”

"Cultivating children's ability to complete plans independently should be the most important thing in primary school. China's school education has put the high-growth children, artificially bound in the unattainable score index, if there is no strong external pressure, there are not many people in the world who can complete the training of massive knowledge symbols, and there are only two types of talents in the world: the first type, excellent character and learning, is not only the top score, but also the top of the rules, this kind of people have perseverance to make the work accurate. The second category is not only the top of the naughty and mischievous people, but also the top of social activities, and this kind of people have the courage to transform the shortcomings of society. It is difficult for our education to cultivate such talents, because this person is a nervous body, in which the essence, qi, and spirit are basically formed before the age of 12, and only when a person has the essence and spirit of self-completion of the plan, can he have the strength to accomplish complex things when he grows up. ”

"What you say sounds reasonable, but no one says it in China, we are heroes by scores, and you should always keep this in mind, don't hurt our joy for the sake of not wanting to win. My wife reminded me.

During this period, the son became more and more active. At noon on November 16, he came to the middle school like a madman and said that the school was going to hold a 'flea market' in the afternoon, and he had to hurry home and prepare to sell. On the way, his two little legs pedaled the bicycle fast and warned us not to talk much, but he was too slow to waste time with us, and ran away alone. The wife said: "It's not easy to have children now. ”

This is an era without childhood, children's life is nothing but reading, and they don't know whether those books are useful or useless, and the school occasionally does some symbolic activities, and they will be excited to break their emotions, and such children cannot obtain good psychological quality.

At noon, we went to my mother's house for dinner. When I entered the door, I saw that the original neatness was gone. My mother was half-kneeling on the edge of the bed and shouting under the bed, "Xixi, what are you doing down there?"

"The school is going to have a flea market in the afternoon. I said.

"School is a place for literacy, how can we start a market? How can a doll learn well?" the mother asked puzzledly, "What is a flea market?"

It is an activity in which each student takes out unused things and sells them to each other, or exchanges them with each other. ”

"Isn't this the thrift market of the past," said my mother, shaking her head, "and it's so strange that you can't understand what you do now." ”

It's time to eat, and my son is done tossing. He said, "Dad, you can help me clean up my grandmother's house." Bye. ”

"Where are you going?" I asked

"Go home. ”

"What are you doing when you go home?

"Then there's time, I'll hurry up and find something. ”

"Let's go back together after eating. The wife said.

"No, it's too late. Earlier I was well fed. ”

The son ran away with an old toy.

"Crazy, crazy. You have to have this energy in your studies, why can't you get into college!" said his wife.

As soon as my son left, I didn't care about eating and hurriedly cleaned up. Mother smiled and said, "Xixi's strength is really not small, and the three-person sofa can be moved so heavy." I'll bring the food when I get back later. ”

"If you don't study hard, what's the use of having strength. My wife rolled over my eyes and said.

After eating, when I came out of my mother, my wife said, "My son made my grandmother's house like that, and I can't even think about it when I return to my own house." ”

"Children with childhood, the wildness under reason will be strong, you have to be prepared in advance. I said.

Sure enough, as soon as I entered the house, I saw my son like a brute, and he was opening and pulling the three-person sofa in the living room. The wife turned room by room and said: "Look, look! Wang Jianhua, don't be afraid of me nagging, whose child has such great courage, the house has become a circus." ”

"The joy of my family is so bold. This is the source of life. The destructive power of the present is the potential basis for the building power of the future. ”

"The source of life is a fart, the family has become like this, and the source of life is the source of the ruined family. Don't be poor, help me pack my things. ”

"When he finished destroying it, we cleaned it up all at once, and my son helped clean the house once. What a good thing! You don't have to move anything. ”

"As soon as the words come to your mouth, they change their taste. ”

Bickering is our business, but our son is in another world. Every corner of his home is full of attraction to him. He finished finding a place, stood on the ground and thought about it, then ran to another place. Except for a few seconds when I stood there, I was looking for something. At this time, the son became a machine looking for things, and his mind was blank except for finding things. At this point, he had no more than himself, only one belief, to find out everything. Don't look at him as he doesn't speak, but deep down, every busyness, every crawl of his limbs on the ground makes it undisguised that he is all prepared to make himself the best player in the flea market. When the table was full of toys, the son ended the battle to find something. The wife asked suspiciously, "Shouldn't you take out all these things and sell them?"

"Of course. The son affirmed.

"Wang Jianhua, come and see, should these things be sold?" said his wife unhappily.

"Joy, the flea market is to give students market awareness from an early age, mainly to trade old things that they think they don't need. If you put something new on the market and sell it, it doesn't make sense. Sell new things that are useful to yourself, and don't let your classmates think that you are incapable and will look down on you. ”

"Dad, I divide things into two categories: playing and not playing. I put it down when I play, and I take it out and sell it if I don't play. The son thought for a while and said.

"Joy, you are very good at thinking about problems, so you can do what you want. ”

After dividing the toys, my son ate a few bites of the food I brought from my mother's house and went out. My wife and I tidied up the house, and before we finished it, it was time to go to work. At around 5 p.m., I was chatting with a few colleagues in my wife's office when my son pushed the door open and came in, with a smile on his face and a joyful light in his eyes, as if success was burning. He came up to me and said proudly, "Dad, I earned eight dollars and five dimes, which is the most in our class." ”

"Great, you're awesome! These eight dollars and five dimes are the fruits of your labor, and it's all at your disposal. I counted the money and deliberately raised my voice.

"Wang Xile, how do you earn money?" asked the teacher in the office.

"I made my money selling things at the flea market. The son said with deep feeling, "It's so hard to sell things!"

When I was doing my homework at night, my son was in a daze, and I asked him what he wanted. He said: "Dad, today's diary writes about the flea market, and the teacher said that we should pay attention to lyricism and writing scenes, how to express this feeling? How to write this scene? It's really sad!"

I shuddered suddenly, it was so ridiculous, such a young child has not even understood life, so he has to write lyrical scenes in his composition. I said, "Joy, it's the best thing when you make a mess of your grandmother and our house at noon, and the best thing you feel when you sell things at the flea market." You can write the best essay about what happened today. ”

The son "hummed" and wrote.

Two days later, my son happily said that he had won an excellent essay on a flea market, and that it was his first one.

"Great," I said, "then you read the composition to Daddy." ”

My son read it once, and I thought it was a bit colorful, but when I took it, it was far from my son's dictation in the text. At night, it was hard to erase the appearance of my son when he dictated it. I said to my wife, "Wang Xile wrote a diary of a flea market, change it, I think it can be published." ”

"Isn't it just a good one, there are countless in elementary school. ”

"It's not a question of whether it's good or not, I think his dictation is really wonderful. Some time ago, I saw in a magazine that a mother who was an editor and her son was not studying well in high school, so she rewrote one of her son's essays and submitted them, and after publication, the child liked writing and was admitted to university. ”

"Do you have the level of an editor? How can it be so easy to publish an article? Who in our school has published an article? As soon as you say something, there is no boundary, be realistic!" the wife reasoned.

"Nope. I think my son is very lively. I'll have to try it from a low target. ”

At the end of November, at noon, my son burst into my office with a newspaper and shouted, "Dad, my article has been published, and I have become the star of the class." Today, Mr. Liu praised me in class and asked the whole class to learn from me, and after class, the whole class came around to read my article, which made me very happy. I opened it and saw that my son's article titled "Happy Day" had been published in the region's Education Magazine. The article reads:

I am very happy on the day of 16 November 2002. Because I was able to participate in the school's annual flea market.

As soon as school ended at noon, I ran home desperately without even bothering to play. When I got home, I didn't care about eating or talking, and I didn't even watch cartoons that couldn't be shaken. I rummaged around and made a mess of my grandma's house and ours, but I found a bunch of things that I used to play with......

In the afternoon, I finally looked forward to the sound of the first class. I rushed out of the classroom like a madman and headed straight for the market. By this time there were already people in the market, and I hurried to find a vantage point like them. At this point, I was nervous and excited, my heart pounding, afraid that I wouldn't sell, and that no one would buy it.

The buying and selling began. I looked around, silently and anxiously waiting, muttering to myself, "Why didn't anyone come to buy my things?" I suddenly remembered the scene of the TV vendors selling things, and I hurriedly imitated their appearance and whispered. After a while, I finally welcomed my first customer. I took a closer look, it was a big brother I didn't know, his cheeks were white and red, he was tall, and he was neatly dressed, like a chrysanthemum blooming in autumn. After some bargaining, I excitedly sold him the little toy he wanted, the marbleman, for an unbelievably low price of 5 dimes. Then my confidence increased, and my shouting grew in vain. Three or four things were sold next...... Before you know it, the flea market event is over. While sorting out the newly replaced toys, I hurriedly counted the money, and earned a total of eight yuan and five jiao, which was the most in the class. This is my first time making money. I was so excited that I couldn't help but run to the middle school to report my battle to my father, who stretched out his thumb and said happily:

"Great, so happy for you. ”

In the evening, faced with the essay topic of the flea market, I thought: the school should do more activities like this, I use the things you don't use, and you can use the things I don't use. It not only allows the old things to be reused, but also exercises our courage to participate in things, which is more meaningful. This event made me feel like I had a little understanding of the phrase "hard work gives you a chance". Looking at the exceptionally beautiful night, I proudly said to myself: I am so happy today!

After reading the article, my mood was full, and I felt that it was difficult to release the joy in my heart without drinking a meal. Thinking of our son's studies, my wife and I are very pitiful, other people's children often score 100 points in exams, and they live sweet days almost every day, and there is not a day when we are not worried about our children, and we only cause a little ripple in the second grade. Unfortunately, at this time, my wife was on a business trip.

In the afternoon, I asked a few colleagues to take their children for a drink. When I arrived at the restaurant, my son was full of food, and everything in the restaurant was in the same mood as me. Teacher Yu Hai, who came with him, said: "Success has a great impact on your mood, and you can see how energetic you are to eat with joy." With such encouragement at such a young age, if the article can be published several times in a row, the child will have greater confidence in writing in the future. I have been teaching languages for more than 20 years, and I know this very well. ”

"I see that your joy is more lively and powerful than other children's, but I have never heard him say a word of swearing. It's weird, what a good doll!" Mr. Li, who came with him, said in admiration.

"Dad, I'm full. Today is Wednesday, so I'm going home first. The son picked up his schoolbag and disappeared into the night.

"It's bold. Teacher Zhang, who came with him, said.

"Alas, seeing joy, I know that I have gone the wrong way in educating my son. Immediately afterwards, Mr. Hai said something about his son sadly.

Teacher Zhang also sighed "sigh", and his heart fluctuated with the same reaction as Teacher Hai, but he didn't say anything.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless. As soon as it was said that educating children, it touched the scars on the hearts of Teacher Hai and Teacher Zhang, and everyone was lamenting that they had done their best, but their tired hearts did not understand how their children could change from elementary school learning stars to junior high school students who had no desire to learn. Teacher Hai said emotionally:

"To be honest, I've never trusted anyone else in education for so many years. In the 80s, in the Gillan, both of them were college students, and we were the only family! When the child went to elementary school, everyone said that he was a prodigy, and when he was in junior high school, I found that my son had deceived his parents, and every time he was deceived, he believed that by reasoning and grasping learning, he would get better after a while, but I didn't expect that after a lot of effort, the child became more and more difficult to manage. Now I don't have any hope for my son, I just hope that he won't have too many problems with his character in the future. I secretly cry every night when I think about it. A man!"

"Our sons are the same. In the past, my parents invested great love for them, and my child's learning made me very angry, but when I got to junior high school, I was heartbroken, I really couldn't figure it out, I was very benevolent and righteous to my child, and I almost took out my heart, but why did the child become unstudied and did bad things in just a few years? Indeed, Mr. Zhang's son has done very well in mathematics in the past, and he has participated in mathematics competitions and appeared in magazines.

"There's definitely a problem here, and it's not a problem with a few kids. As for why, I can't say. However, children can change quickly, maybe tomorrow can get better again, this kind of thing is common, as long as parents are often docile to their children, don't be old, every child can become a good child. I said blankly.

At the end of the conversation, nature stopped, and we guessed the fist and ordered to drink. The previous lesson, along with a glass of wine, occupied my heart. When he returned home after drinking, his son was already asleep. Lying in my bed, I couldn't help but think about the children of my colleagues, and although I had expectations for my children, it seemed that the risks involved in children working hard for scores alone seemed to be huge.

Two days later, that is, at noon on Saturday, my wife came back, and as soon as she came into the house and asked if her son was not there, I said no, and she sorted out the things she brought back, and I said look at this article. "Ah, it's true!" exclaimed his wife, and the quiet home trembled, "I need to take a good look, take a good look." "The sun is not too strong in winter, but the light fills the house. The wife's face flushed, and the home seemed to be warmer. "Where has my son gone?" she asked eagerly after reading the article.

"I finished my homework in the morning and went out, and I guess I'll come back to watch cartoons at five o'clock in the afternoon. ”

"Husband, you feel so good. ”

"It's not that I feel good, it's that the child writes about life. ”

It was too sudden for the wife, who walked back and forth between the bedroom and the living room. She said, "Husband, let's go out to dinner in the afternoon to celebrate." ”

"No problem. ”

My son came back at six o'clock. As soon as I entered the door, I saw my mother, shouted and pounced on me and said, "Mom, what can I buy me to eat?"

"It's delicious, it's so much. What good news do you have for your mother?"

"Nope. ”

"Think about it. ”

"Mom, my article is out," his good news burst out and rushed to the back room, "Daddy, where's the newspaper?" The son's shout came from the back room.

"It's in your mother's hands. ”

The son shot back from the back room like an arrow, snatched the newspaper from his mother's hand and said with a flying expression: "It's good to publish an article, and the teacher praised it and envied the classmates." ”

"You're happy, mom is happier than you. "The wife's face was full of happiness, and she kept kissing her son, and there was a joy in the house that could only be found on holidays. The joy is getting stronger. "Hey, old man, where are you going to celebrate at night?" said the wife, holding her son.

"Let's go to the restaurant, eat some stir-fried vegetables, and thirsty for some liquor. I said.

"I'm not going, I'm not going!" the son objected.

"Son, where are you going?" asked his wife.

"Hot pot restaurant. ”

The wife smiled and kissed, meaning that she approved of his proposal.

"How many times have I been shabu-shabu in a row, but it's not enough. I said.

"Shabu is not enough, the little doll will never be enough. The son said with a pout.

As soon as the cartoon ended, we walked towards the hot pot restaurant. Today it seems to be more beautiful than usual, the night around the light of the trees turns it into a sachet, and the laughter of the wife and children makes people feel a kind of hope in the night. When I entered the hot pot restaurant, I said, "There are unexpected cows when you publish articles." ”

"Cow what?" I asked.

"Publishing an article doesn't even matter my father's opinion. ”

"Of course. This kind of article is not something that anyone can publish if they want to, and this is a respectable thing. I said.

Today's shabu-shabu son's sound is much smaller than before, and there seems to be a faint trend of thought floating in his heart. His actions and words were more than just mutton, and he began to wish that his essays could be longer and better.

After publishing the article, my son's consciousness of writing essays has taken a leap, and it has also made me think about the growth of children: children often win in play, which will make children envious, and children are willing to accept their son's command after a long time. I obviously feel that through the competition in play, I have gained an influential position in the hearts of children.