On the road of learning and art, December 2004

You'll be 6 years old in October this year, so time flies. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

You've been learning piano for a year now. At first, you studied in kindergarten, and when you returned to Rongchang during the holidays, you studied with Mr. Gao, the son of my grandfather's classmate, who praised you for your talent. Mom doesn't expect you to achieve anything in the piano when you grow up, and she doesn't expect you to become a world pianist like Lang Lang, because I don't want to kill your carefree childhood. I sent you to study because you have been interested in music since you were a child, and I want to cultivate your musical literacy. Because music can cultivate people's sentiments and improve people's quality. Learning piano is the most expensive of all the musical instruments in the kindergarten, costing 300 yuan per month. But I thought: while I still have this ability, I will let you have more exposure to this. When my mother was a child, her family conditions were not good, let alone learning piano, she didn't even know what kindergarten was doing, and sometimes she even had to owe tuition for school. My grandmother said that once my mother had to pay 2 yuan for tuition, but my grandmother didn't have it at home, so she had to borrow money from others. Walking into the rich man's house, the hostess was doing laundry. The grandmother explained her intentions, and the aunt said, "Okay, I'll give it to you when I'm done washing." "Grandma stood by and waited for a long time, very embarrassed. Later, looking at the pile of clothes that seemed to never be washed, my grandmother left quietly. Every time I say this, my proud grandmother always sighs for a long time. Now saying this to you, you may not understand it at all. Mom just wants you to cherish these opportunities and study hard and seriously.

One day, when you came back from learning the piano, you said in a casual exchange with me: "Mom, Mr. Zhang always puts his feet on the piano and cuts his nails, I feel so dirty." ”

I asked you carefully and learned that in the process of children's piano practice, Mr. Zhang often put his feet on the piano to cut his nails, and sometimes picked his nose indifferently, and often scolded children who played badly. Hearing this, I was taken aback and had the idea of dropping out of school (she was the only one teaching piano in kindergarten). It is indecent for a person to be so informal in his daily life, let alone a music teacher? And a female teacher who teaches such an elegant piano? How can a teacher who is a model for others but does not pay attention to civilized behavior, how can he convey the beautiful perception and the soul of music to you? And how do you resonate with beauty in your hearts? Soon after, you dropped out of kindergarten piano studies. This incident has a big impact on you, and you never want to learn piano again.

Mom doesn't want to force you.

Later, you learned dancing and mental arithmetic. You also learned to dance well, won a prize in a competition, and got the approval of a teacher who specialized in rumba. Mental arithmetic is not satisfactory, and you don't complete the homework assigned by the teacher most of the time, and you never take the initiative to practice. Mom can push you when you're at home, and you'll be doing it as if you're completing the tasks your mom has given you. If mom doesn't come home from duty, or if she gets off work late, you'll be lazy and go to bed early.

I wonder if there's something wrong with my way of education.

Reflecting on this year, you have learned so much, on the one hand, due to the trend of social competition pressure, I don't want you to lose at the starting line; On the other hand, there is also some vanity in it, always hoping that you can make up for your mother's previous regrets and learn all the things we didn't have the opportunity to learn, in fact, this is quite selfish. I don't think you'll ever be forced to learn anything again.

You've loved cars since you were a child, so I'll buy you a few more car books. Even if you become an ordinary car salesman in the future, I hope you will become an all-round salesman who knows the most about car structure, maintenance, repair and other knowledge, and become the best version of yourself. It's also good, healthy, real, to support yourself in your own right.

Now that the competition in this society is very fierce, I hope that you can master one more survival skill, and you will be invincible under the same conditions in the future. But this is an innatural study that I can't bear to impose on you, so how can I get you to voluntarily learn about it? Learning for love? On the road of your growth, your mother is also exploring and learning, and I will make progress together with you.

On September 1 of this year, we will register you for school. I never thought that your birthday was October 25, and there was a gap of more than a month before the registration deadline of August 31, so you can't go to first grade yet, and you can only go to preschool for another year. Your last preschool was in kindergarten, in order to avoid your repetition and boredom, and also to allow you to make a good transition to the first grade next year, the second preschool will choose to enroll you in Hongpailou Primary School.

Come on, son!

By the way, I almost forgot, this year my mother made a big mistake. One day, when my mother picked you up on a bicycle, she was in a hurry and rode very fast. Suddenly, I heard you scream: "My feet, my feet!" "When you stop and look, your little heel has been rolled into the steel rim of the back seat of the bike, and the flesh is blurred and the skin is open. I rushed you to the hospital for debridement and bandaging and tetanus injections. You've been crying, and my heart hurts and I regret it. It's all my mother's fault. I should have listened to the advice of other parents and put a chair on the back seat of your bicycle to separate your feet from the underwire, but I didn't think it was necessary, thinking that I could avoid this by telling you to pay attention, but I didn't expect it to be an unforeseen hidden danger. Mommy so sorry for you, baby, forgive Mommy for her self-righteousness and carelessness!

To this day, the scar on your heel is still vivid, and it makes your mother sad like a little earthworm. Many nights, after you fall asleep, I will gently stroke it and blame myself: it's all my mother's fault, I didn't protect you well!

Your pain is your mother's eternal heartache!