The sun was shining early in the sky, the dew on the leaves was glistening, and the trees on the elementary school campus were green and cool, but this was temporary. When the sun showed all the faces, the sky quickly warmed up, and at half past eight, the 2004 celebration of the "June 1st" activity officially began. Because Wang Xile and a few children deliberately did not participate in the performance team according to their previous experience, they were much more free at this time, and sneaked away to the shade of the tree early to play with their own things. With the continuous increase of the intensity of the sun's irradiation, the faces of the children of the performance teams were sweaty and red, and they went up to perform various group exercises for the leaders at all levels under the sun umbrella.

After the celebration, Wang Xile and I went to the cold drink shop to have a drink, and agreed to go to the old vegetable garden tomorrow to dig bitter vegetables for my grandfather, because my grandfather has high blood pressure and bitter vegetables are a good medicinal food. Because Wang Xile has experienced a lot over the years, his kindness to the whole family has become stronger and stronger, and this kind of suffering for his family is not a problem.

The next day, we set out on the road to the old vegetable garden with a completely different mood than before. And this trip to sarcasm has happened with lifelong educational significance. Regarding this matter, Wang Xile wrote in his composition:

Today, my dad and I went to the seventh team on the west side of the old vegetable garden to dig bitter vegetables for my grandfather. I first went to a cornfield, but when I got to the middle, I didn't find bitter herbs, but I saw many large iron troughs half-buried in the ground, which were full of green liquid, and I don't know what their names were. At this time, a few people came over and asked us what we were doing, and I said that we were here to make fun of bitter vegetables, and they said that they should not come here in the future, these things are very toxic.

I looked around, and sure the corn on the side was growing well, and all the corn near the trough was dead. We left there and went to lunch in the shade of a tree. After we had finished eating, we walked east, and as we were walking, my father pointed to a house and said, "Joy, let's go into this house." ”

"Dad, do you know this family?"

"I don't know. ”

"You don't know what you're doing in there?"

At that time, I felt in my heart that my father was a psychopath, and people I didn't know dared to enter, so don't let people arrest them as thieves. But my father walked in front, and I had to follow in. As soon as I entered the courtyard gate, I couldn't believe my eyes, is this a courtyard? I jumped on my tiptoes and walked to the door, thinking that this was all right. When I entered the house, my heart felt like I had entered another chaotic world, because I had never seen such a chaotic home. There were daily necessities and some oily things on the ground, the bedding on the kang was piled up haphazardly, and it was so dirty that I couldn't distinguish the color; on the wall were two old paintings that I had never seen before, and they were still holding their "heads" as if the students were admitting their mistakes to the teacher, and on the kang was a small table with a plate on it, and some dry buns were placed in it.

At this time, a man with a very dark face came in from outside, and he asked us what we were doing, and my father said that he had just come in by chance. The man sighed and said, "What do you think of being poor like this?"

When I came out of that house, I felt strange in my heart, I remembered a book I had read before, "The Story of the Cold Star", and began to believe that what was written in that book was true. I think people have to learn how to create wealth, otherwise how to build a country if they are poor.

It was that day, when we came back all the way, Wang Xile did not say a word, subverting the previous phenomenon of asking for stories on the way back from the wilderness, and when he returned to the door, he said to me solemnly:

"Dad, it seems that the things in "The Story of the Cold Star" are true. ”

My son's words had a huge impact on my brain.

"The Tale of the Cold Star" is a book that my son reads in the second grade, and we have never mentioned anything in the book in two years. Now, after a real click on the brain, that latent thing suddenly comes out. It seems that the child's worldview is not determined by books, but by the child's subconscious mind finding answers in real life.

After the June 1 camp in 2004, Wang Xile's behavior changed qualitatively. In the past, Wang Xile's study was under the supervision of adults, and it was generally carried out in a dynamic state, which was very worrying and laborious, but since that camping, the most suitable hour of learning every day has been completely fixed by him, and it seems that no one needs to take care of it anymore, and there is a taste of change from quantitative to qualitative change, which is unexpected.