Read to my son on winter nights.
Song luyou
The ancients learned nothing, and it takes time to grow old.
What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.
translate
The ancients spared no effort in their studies, and often achieved nothing when they were old. After all, the knowledge gained from books is not perfect. If you want to understand the truth deeply, you must practice it yourself.
Creation background
This poem was written by the poet Yu Qingyuan to his youngest son Lu Yu in five years (1 199). At this time, Lu Yu was twenty-one years old and was "young". On a cold winter night, the poet is immersed in his study and likes reading poetry books. The north wind roared outside the window, and the air conditioning was oppressive. In the silent night, the poet could not restrain his surging emotions. He wrote this philosophical poem and gave it to his son Yu Zi with deep affection.
Philosophical theory
Special emphasis should be placed on "where is the study effort", which is also the secret of learning, that is, don't be satisfied with literal understanding, but practice. In practice, the ancients always tried their best to learn. Even so, they worked hard from their youth until they achieved something in their old age. The knowledge gained from books is superficial after all (bó). In the final analysis, if you want to know the essence of things or things, you still have to rely on personal practice and profound understanding. Only in this way can we turn the knowledge in books into our practical skills.
What you get on paper is always not very impressive. To truly understand its profound meaning, it often comes from our own real experience in life practice. Many things are my own contact, suffering, detours, and really understand the truth. If it is applied to educating children, we can only let them go on their own, and let them explore growth and suffer hardships on the road they choose.